PP: Scootaloo has been dropping by quite a bit this summer! Its always fun to have her around! Also she helped Dashie bounce back after Brazil’s previous loss to… uhhhh… UMMM… HMM. The other team (nailed it yes)!
It was like our house was haunted with a roaming spirit for a few days. It was really awkward :(
don’t have any plans for Photo Finish in steamquestria, but I felt like drawing her anyway :x
The Beatles owe soooooo much to teenage girls for their success like i’m pretty sure it was teenage girls who were screaming and fainting at shows and buying all those records and not old ponytailed dudes or moody teen boys with bad hair? and somehow everyone forgets that when they’re yelling about “real music” and putting down teen girls for the performers they get excited about. like whatever. I see you.
A new online first-person shooter game called Destiny will be released for PlayStation and Xbox systems on September 9th. As the website describes the gameplay: “In Destiny you are a Guardian of th…
Unexpectedly formative school moments in my personal and political development:
- Reading George Orwell’s 1984 in 7th grade for English class. I chose the novel to read but only because of the title, which appealed to me since I was born in 1982. It was the first book I read that had a completely soul-crushing ending. I still remember how hollow and cold I felt inside when I reached the words “He loved Big Brother” and found that was the end.
- Doing a book report for my 8th grade social studies class on Elijah Muhammad, one of the early and influential leaders of the Nation of Islam. I do remember that I chose the Muhammad biography but don’t remember why. I also remember being very wide-eyed as I read, as before then, I’d only known of the very watered-down version of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s civil rights activism.
- Arguing in 10th grade English class that Iago was such a massive dick in William Shakespeare’s Othello because his hatred for Othello was really a warped and diseased form of love, attraction, obsession, etc. All the other students looked at me like I’d grown two heads, and the teacher could not rush quick enough to reprimand me for such a ridiculous theory. In college, of course, I found out that “Yeah, Iago’s really jealous ‘cause he’s got the hots for Othello himself” is a fairly unremarkable and not uncommon interpretation of the text. But “lol ew gay,” I guess.