I really can’t put into words how big a fan I am of Ze Frank. This was… just perfect.
“I’m scared. I’m scared that my abilities are gone. I’m scared that I’m gonna fuck this up, and I’m scared of you.
I don’t wanna start, but I will.
This is an invocation for anyone who hasn’t begun; for anyone who’s stuck in a terrible place between zero and one.
Let me realize that my past failures at follow through are no indication of my future performance. They’re just healthy little fires that’re gonna warm up my ass.
If my FILDI (Fuck It Let’s Do It) is strong, let me keep him in a velvet box until I really really need him. If my FILDI is weak, let me feed him oranges and not let him gorge himself on ego and arrogance.
Let me not hit up my Facebook like it’s a crack pipe. Keep the browser closed.
If I catch myself wearing a tutu, “too fat”, “too late”, “too old”; let me shake it off like a donkey would shake off something it doesn’t like.
And when I get that feeling in my stomach; you know the feeling when all of a sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms, and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich? That’s my cheese monster talking. And my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar; only the cheese of accomplishment.
Let me think about the people who I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me, I still love them. I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity to myself.
Let me find and use metaphors to help me understand the world around me, and give me strength to get rid of them when it’s apparent they no longer work.
Let me thank the parts of me that I don’t understand or are outside of my rational control, like my creativity and my courage.
And let me remember that my courage is a wild dog; it won’t just come when I call it. I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as I can.
Let me not be so vain to think that I’m the sole author of my victories, and a victim of my defeats.
Let me remember that the unintended meaning that people project onto what I do is neither my fault, or something that I can take credit for.
Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes; but he’s a little bit of an asshole, and no one invites him to their pool parties.
Let me remember that the impact of criticism is often not the intent of the critic; but when the intent is evil, that’s what the block button’s for.
And when I eat my critique, let me be able to separate out the good advice from the bitter herbs.
There are few people who won’t be disarmed by a genuine smile.
A big impact on a few can be worth more than a small impact.
Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else; and if it is, let me become fascinated with the shape of the stone.
Let me take the idea that has gotten me this far and put it to bed. What I’m about to do will not be that, but it will be something.
There is no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. My pencils are sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark.
Warts and all… let’s start this shit up.
And god, let me enjoy this. Life isn’t just a sequence of waiting for things to be done.”
<3 <3 <3
Cards Against Humanity is a party game for horrible people.
Unlike most of the party games you’ve played before, Cards Against Humanity is as despicable and awkward as you and your friends.
The game is simple. Each round, one player asks a question from a Black Card, and everyone else answers with their funniest White Card.
And it is distributed under a Creative Commons license, meaning it is not only free to play, but remixing, and changing the game are more than just encouraged.The official hard copy has been sold out for a while now, but a PDF of all the cards, and instructions distributed by the creators for making your own deck can be found here.
You’re welcome, and enjoy!
NO NO NO OKAY THIS GAME IS ACTUALLY THE BEST REAL TALK
I love this idea and I want this very badly.
Best game ever. I cannot recommend it enough.
CAH?
FOREVER REBLOG.
Doing this. Fuckin’ party time!
Crazy…not crazy….crazy…not crazy…crazy…not crazy…
Not sure why I bother when he doesn’t. Oh, hey! It’s time to put on a smile and pretend things don’t get to me.
YES YES YES YES YES A ZILLION TIMES YES.
I just hope it doesn’t suck.
If this isn’t done right, there will be riots. Big, nerdy, riots. No one wants to see a mob of angry gamers.
31 and I still don’t fit in anywhere. I’m pretty much the comic relief in all areas of my life
I feel like this almost every day. And days like today are even worse because I miss Chip so much it hurts. Not only do I miss him, but I question everything. I’ve never really been one to take chances but over the course of the couple of years I have begun to take more chances. Many of them have worked out for the better. But relationships have always been my hardest hurdle to overcome. There are just too many variables. I feel like I have to be with that person all the time so they don’t forget about me. This has been an issue in the past. Shocking.
So what do I do? Start dating a man who lives 2000 miles away. In some ways, it’s refreshing to have to learn to be patient and force myself to adopt a new way of viewing my relationships. And then I start to focus on all of the variables. Will I move out there? Will he move out there? When…? Is this all worth it? Does he miss me as much as I miss him? Does he smile at the thought of me, like I do when I think of him?
On top of it, I’m looking at making some big changes at work and (hopefully) in derby. All I want is to go home and be in his arms. And I can’t. And it hurts. Real, physical pain. I suppose that’s one reason being single is easier.
Instead, I will go home and get ready for practice. Then I will come home from practice & watch a couple more episodes of Scrubs, think of him, and cry.
Fuck being emo.
