Merci M. Poubelle!

Just in case you were wondering, poubelle is the French word for trash can, and it's named after its creator, Mr. Poubelle (I really feel bad for all of his posterity)...but here is the great man himself in all of his splendor. I have a super deep connection to him because he taught in universities in both of the cities I claim as home (Toulouse and Grenoble). Yeah, we're basically related...no big deal

Though there is little to no sense in my train of thought (and on this blog) I assure you that there is a connection to dear old Mr. Trash Can. Without real solid trash cans, those brilliant computer science people would never have thought to create electronic trash cans...

 Today's therapy has been going through my "junk" e-mail address and unsubscribing myself from all those wonderful deal sites that I thought I would make great use of. Oh and I have started deleting some of the 5000+ emails that are in there...it just disturbs my borderline OCD brain to know that there is all this spam and other garbage I will never read just sitting there and growing like a malignant tumor in one of my e-mail accounts. No more! Into the trash with them!!!

Seeing as I should/could probably be doing one of ten other (way more important) things right now, you know my procrastination has reached a new low. Feel sorry for me. And again, a huge merci to Monsieur Poubelle! Don't know where we'd all be without you.

techno, dubstep, and other commonly mocked genres of music

Let me just preface this by saying that I grew up in a country that embraces techno and other electronic dance music as normal and acceptable (dare I say 'cool'?)...no judgment plz. kthx.

And I will also add that it can be sweet to work out with it or do something that requires a lot of focus and determination with it, because idk, it makes me wanna be awesome...ok you can judge.

Perhaps if you listened to one or two songs you would be less judgmental? Seriously,I dare you to listen to Midnight City by M83 and not want to dance your pants off. Or listen to Skrillex's Bangarang and not want to go and destroy your abs with P90x.

Try it. At least once.

fact of the day: the creepier the cover art, the more excellent the music.

The post of shame

So...yeah even though nobody reads this thing...it's been well over six months since my last post and that's quite shameful.

I really don't think I appreciated how much social interaction I used to have before getting like 2037348439 jobs and taking 16 credits...but right now as I type this in my lonely little work cubicle in a forsaken hall of the most confusing building on campus, I weep inside (because crying is for the weak. just kidding... mostly)

I should post pictures or something because that's what blogs are for right?
Pictures are not my friend for many reasons...

1. I really only own a half-decent point and shoot camera, which, let's face it, I barely ever use... my phone ends up taking a lot of my pictures.

2. I'm probably the MOST unphotogenic person I know of. I honestly think I look 8.5 times better (mathematically sound estimate) in real life than in any picture ever taken.

3. I also just suck at taking pictures in general so there. I give up.

this made me laugh more than it should have...and if there's one thing you should know about me, I'm a big fan of the internetz and the goldmine of memes it holds.

Peace