Something I hear from people who are closer to 50 (i.e. death) than they are to 25 (i.e. my current age/the pinnacle of existence) is that being online all the time is not really living. My generation: we talk without meaning anything, travel without going anywhere, emote without feeling shit. Can we not turn off Twitter for like one minute?
Leaving someone a voicemail message on someone’s cell phone in 2011 is not only misguided, it’s selfish. It’s difficult to think of a situation in which leaving a voicemail is necessary because, well, it’s not.
At parties: Feel a tingling sensation in your thumb, begging you to refresh your feeds during every awkward moment. Feel a strong inclination to whip out your phone during any silence that lasts over ~1.5 seconds. Find that you can usually fight the urge, but instinctually check FB and Twitter when conversations cease and you’re unsure of whom to mingle with next.
Text messaging has revolutionized the way we communicate with each other. In my own life, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will simply never talk to certain people on the phone. No matter how inconvenient and irritating it is to send endless amounts of text messages to coordinate a date or arrange a time to meet, a real phone call will never be answered.
When Cathy finds Tom sitting in the park, sipping on a Slurpee, she seems happy to see her friend. But what she doesn’t realize is that Tom has recently experienced lousy times on the Internet. “I was surfing the net last night, and I saw some things,” Tom tells Cathy. And his expression tells the story of things not easily unseen.
“Ariel was born into royalty but rejects her status; I think this speaks to the whole idea of affected suburban ‘hipsters’ who pursue a ‘fantasy urban lifestyle’ that is more or less defined by their local Urban Outfitters.”
A big part of the Craigslist game is hosting and traveling. If someone cannot host, it either means that they have a husband or wife (or boyfriend/girlfriend), that they have roommates, or that they still live with their parents.
Arcade games mirror life: life, which — no matter how much we want to avoid it — can only end with one inevitable result. Or, as an eminent poet once put it: “…For I haue dyscust/ We ar but dust/ And dy we must.”
In this confusing yet astounding video, one gamer beats all four Super Mario Brothers games at the same time. Not sure if this beats the dude that achieved a 999-hit combo in Marvel vs. Capcom, though. Video inside.