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Friday, November 26   >>

YOU GUYS ON TUMBLR ARE SO GAY (RE: I FEEL YOU, 4CHAN, AND DO WHAT YOU WILL)

I swear, you've read one Tumblr, you've read them ALL. Let's face it, you know the formula, and holy shit is it repeated.

It'd be great if everyone on Tumblr were clones of each other in that the content they brought in were, for the most part, original and SOMEWHAT (not entirely!) compelling, but it's almost never the case. It's always a variation on the same. fucking. thing. over. and. over. and over. again. Sort of like hearing Adult Contemporary radio, except for the fact that I LOVE everything on Adult Contemporary radio.

Meme here, boring braggadocio there, mild commentary on news story that Tumblr user failed to get past the lede in, etcetera. Etcetera.

I feel myself in pathetically deep frustrations after reading Tumblrs. There's a silent rage in me that cries, "CHALLENGE ME! CHALLENGE ME! OH MOSES, SMELL THE ROSES -- CHALLLLLENNNNGEEEE MEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Then I cry and punch myself in the face and then I pee on myself. Internet, man... it'll fuck you up.

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My Thanksgiving was DOPE. AS. FUCK.

It started Wednesday night and, actually, it hasn't stopped. So I'm going to get back to that now and eat and drink more and play lots more Wii and watch tons more from Roku. CONSUMERISM.

(BY-THE-DUBZ, I'm exempt from "be challenging with your blog" because I'm an early adopter -- YOU KNOW HOW THAT GOES.)

My mom made stuffing. For us Hispanics, this is kind of like being an orthodox Jew and catching your 15-year-old niece giving a handjob after sunset. But I'm glad that after nearly 30 years my mom has assimilated into American cuisine (which is traditionally dry and bland and full of salt), and added her genius culinary stylings into the mix to make it, um, EDIBLE. I mean, we've always had turkey and mashed potatoes and green beans and all that other crap that all us Americans eat, however, stuffing was a totally foreign concept to me up until this year. I thought stuffing was, like, a supplement to marinading and/or turkey asshole decoration. I didn't know you ATE it. IT'S FUCKING DELICIOUS.

But of COURSE it's salty! Can you guys eat a single meal without salt? Really. There are, like, ten thousand other ways to add flavor to a meal.

It's scary how both white-washed and completely non-white-washed I am. Talk about an identity crisis!