Update your feed readers, and keep your eyes on the cupcakenation main page, as there are a few more changes to come….

I’ve also been blogging on and off for quite a few years (more than you can read here, actually, since I have a livejournal I never imported). Now, when I started, it was very very important to my 16 year old self that my parents never read my blog. In recent years, this has become less and less important to me, although I’ve never advertized the existance of the garden to my parental units.

Now that I’m thinking about what should go up on cupcakenation, I’m also wondering if part of that should be this blog. I know (Anna) that some of you might not want to have links to you up in a place where my parents, should they ever remember my stagnant site, might end up. I’m also just not sure myself. What do you all think?

I don’t think that cupcakenation would BECOME this blog, since I’m pretty attached to having a place I can play around with web design without having to deal with blog templates, but I might end up with something like a splash page with links to various places or subdomains, one of which might be this blog. I just have so many things going on on the internet right now, that I think I either need some sort of clear other thing to be doing at cupcakenation, or I need to bring some of what I’ve got going on over there.

Here are some of the things that might end up linked in to cupcakenation:

Muxtape

Flickr

Tumblr

last.fm

Twitter (which I pretty much don’t use)

I just…I am very undecided. Internet privacy, why you so scary?

Man, this is a great poem.

Self, your pants are on inside out.
No they’re not, they’re perfect, I love them like this.
Yes they are. Look at the waist band.
But it folds over! It’s fine!
But where is the drawstring? Where, I ask you??
It’s here, where it’s supposed to be. Oh, no wait, that’s not where it’s supposed to be. Shit, you’re right. They’re inside out.
Oh, no wait! Look at the little orange thing! That’s supposed to be on the outside, and it is! You’re totally set. Pants right side out.
Oh, my god what a relief.

So really it was just awkward when you made the dash for the door while I was washing my face and you thought I wouldn’t be able to see you. I mean, yes, it was amusing, and I’m personally grateful, since you totally livened up my night and gave me something to blog about (at long last), but it was kind of totally unneccessary. And let’s get right down to it–you were really too lazy to walk the extra 10 to 15 feet to the guy’s bathroom? I mean, COME ON. It is not that far. And once you’ve been busted, have the good grace to pretend you haven’t been. I mean, we’re all grownups here. There are worse things than some chick catching you in just your boxers in the girls’ bathroom at 2 in the morning. Take it like a man, for all our sakes.

Love,

mary

P.S. I totally know who you were, by the way, but for the sake of your dignity, I won’t share it with the internet. You happen to room with a friend of mine, actually, and you definitely don’t live in this dorm. If I giggle when next we meet, you’ll know why.

1. I started using Google Feed Reader. Now, I know that this is usually a thing that wastes MORE time, rather than less, but in my case, it’s really cut down on the amount of time that I’ve been spending checking and re-checking websites looking to see if they’ve updated. Now I just check the feed, which is just one website, and therefore eats much less time.
2. I’ve given up gossip blogs cold-turkey. I know. I’m impressed with me too. Not a single viewing of either of my twin gossip obsessions since I started this fast, lo these…2 weeks ago.

I haven’t, however, given up internet TV or near-constant music listening. Let’s not go crazy all at once. But so far, it’s working. I’m shockingly on top of my work and my reading, and I don’t think that the internet celebrities have missed my obsessive attention to their social lives one bit.

Is this a totally boring revelation for you guys? Yes.

I’ll be back in the next couple of days with something interesting.

It would be reasonable, if it were at all true.

I spend an incredible amount of time convincing myself that I am working, or about to work, or taking a valuable break from work, when I am actually reading a list of emails from people’s moms, keeping up with Lena Chen’s tumblr (why? no one knows. not even me.),  and looking at pictures of dubious reality stars crying.

WHY?

Why do I do these things? I mean, when I ask myself, “self, would you rather read a good poem or a novel OR would you rather look at Heidi Montag cry fake tears on a sidewalk somewhere?” the answer is almost ALWAYS “I would rather read something of value.” But do I go do that? No. No, I read emails FROM OTHER PEOPLE’S MOTHERS instead.

If I could solve procrastination, I could solve everything.

Also, I am like…two days from being done with this quarter. This is a huge relief, or WILL be on Wednesday afternoon. And so I’m headed to bed. Night, all!

This is because I am:

1. a wuss

and

2. not chinese

and therefore did not

3. put the whole dumpling in my mouth at once, like Jay

and so

4. it squooged out dumpling juice

and

5. my hair is long

and was therefore

6. in the line of fire.

This places a heavy value on intellectual pursuits and the souls of more intellectually active individuals. Because the hostlers cannot engage on an academic level with the potential and power of black magic, they also are essentially unworthy of Hell. They lack the mental capacity to provoke God and Satan into taking serious note of them. In fact, in addition to not “warranting” Hell, the hostlers are even demoted down the great chain of being from human beings to animals. This inability of the hostlers (and, less prominently, the clown) to be sent to Hell also suggests an intellectual aspect to Hell as a punishment. The less intellectual a character in Marlowe’s universe is, the less capable of punishment in Hell he becomes. The hellish quality of Hell is not the physical punishment of purgatory, but rather the absence of the blessing of God. Therefore, a sufferer must be capable of fully comprehending what such a spiritual abandonment means in order to “appreciate” Hell for the torture it is. A less intelligent or intellectual character might miss the true essence of deprivation that lends Hell its power as a threat, and so he is not worthy of the threat itself. An uncomprehending member of the damned lessens the psychological power of the entire institution of Hell, and therefore it would be actually detrimental for Hell as a whole to punish a person who was incapable of fully comprehending it.