wait do you use 'a' or 'an' when it's a name

So here’s a random realisation. 

I consume a lot of content, like A LOT, (tv, movies, books, music, etc you name it) and more often than not, particularly with the visual form of content, I find myself consuming content passively. What I mean is that I just sit there and watch things without really processing them (most of the time after a really tiring day, it’s the kind of content I prefer, because I don’t really have to think too much about it). But here’s the great thing about this little Norwegian tv show, it doesn’t allow us to do that. Skam feels like what the future of media content should be. Active audience engagement. The fact that you have to seek out the website, wait for updates, integrate that with other social media updates. It makes you less likely to consume the show without thought. Here’s Julie saying, this show isn’t going to play by the rules, we’re not gonna spoon feed you, figure it out yourself. 

And because your participation in it is self-initiated, you’re more likely to start actively assessing what you watch, and start thinking about implications and making predictions. And substantiating/backing up those assertions you make and this is where metas and analyses comes in. what I love so much about this show is the sheer amount of discussion that goes on in the fandom as the seasons progress and everyone’s active (im using this word a lot am i?) involvement in these discussions. Not only does it cultivate a mindset of critical analysis, but also you learn to be more engaged with the characters and their development which in turn teaches us empathy. 

Ok, but like, don’t a lot of shows have fandoms that discuss things and have fans who relate to characters? Well, yes, I’m not saying they don’t. But another thing that sets skam apart from most shows is the audience engagement is much more of a two way street than most tv shows (which incidentally makes the audience interest more sustained in the show). a lot of the times, most tv/movies get produced first and then the audience gets the finished product and the feedback from the audience is delayed by 4 to 5 episodes. If its something the audience isn’t receptive of, shows probably only start pivoting in the next season.  And some show creators don’t really care about the audience feedback beyond the numbers and ratings. and on some shows, all they care about are the review critics. and tv networks and movie producers generally don’t care about fans so long as the content makes money. There have been fandoms where the creators have actively worked against what the general fandom wants, which creates a negative dichotomy where the fandom still engages in the media that doesn’t want to cater to them. 

But so far, skam is, fortunately, different in that fan discussions are welcomed and even addressed (re: all those fourth wall breaking). And the response from the creators is often almost instantaneous, fluid and flexible. It creates a lively environment that fosters creativity for both fan and content creator (albeit challenging for the show runners). And because the content creators listen, viewers are more likely to become much more discerning, critical thinking people who form opinions on their own and want to actively (there’s that word again) throw these ideas out there to the creators and have some sort of autonomy over the content that they’re consuming rather than just sitting staring at the screen being fed ideas passively. Basically, what im saying is, watching skam helps me become smarter lmao.

Daily McBride #13

I think it’s neat how she’s been able to keep her privacy. Aside from her full name and immediate family, we really know absolutely nothing about her. You don’t see that many actors who can achieve this level of privacy, but she somehow has been able to do it. It’s a nice change from knowing so many private things about other actors. It’s almost like Melissa is a beautiful mystery that would only be revealed if you knew her personally, which is how it should be… but hollywood likes its gossip.

She’s been so successful at keeping on the down low that whenever there’s a certain amount of time that we don’t catch a glimpse of her or she doesn’t tweet anything, we get nervous about her safety.

And when she does finally surface, our immediate thought is, “Oh my god, she’s alive. Okay the queen is alright… wait don’t go! Stay with us Melissa!!”

These are the few lucky people who happen to catch her out in the open… I don’t know about you but I would have had a fit if I were trying on shoes and Melissa just so happened to be trying on a pair nearby.

Target Gothic
  • The red orbs have a purpose, you are assured. But no one seems willing to tell you what that purpose is.
  • Most know better that to wear a red shirt and khakis when stopping in. You do not want to attract the store’s attention.
  • The most wise never pronounce its name quite right. ‘Tar-jay’ they say. They are aware of the power of True Names.
  • Target exclusive! Target exclusive! Target exclusive! Just what is it they use to get so many exclusives?
  • The layout is the same. The paths people take, the same. The power this generates, the same.
  • One lane is open. The lined up hoard is restless. The checkout clerk sweats, nervous. When will they decide they have waited long enough?
  • Sign up for a Red Card! Get 5% off! They tell you this everytime you shop. But 5% off what, you ask. Off of everything, they answer, their smile not reaching their eyes.

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“I can’t sleep.” - “Me neither. Wait, I have something.” Tooru reaches underneath their bed, pulling out a flat black cardboard box. Hajime shuffles closer and hugs him from behind, glancing over his shoulder as Tooru opens the lid. And within moments, a story of paper and ink unfolds before them. This is how they met.

“You kept all our post-its?”
“Yeah. Everything we ever wrote. Look, here’s - “ 

“H-a-j-i-m-e.” The first time Tooru wrote his name. The paper they used is mostly blank, back when they were in elementary school, no lines for long words yet. 

Then, a bit later, pink pages out of Tooru’s old favourite notepad.
“Which girl do you think is the cutest?” Hajime’s handwriting was terrible back then, god. 
“None. They’re all mean.”
“I told them to stop pulling your hair. I can tell them again.” 
“Thank you, Haji.”
“No problem. You’re my best friend.”

The next batch of notes is younger, scrawled over pages from college blocks. Middle school, high school, tons of notes and stories and oh, they were so young.
“Gotta talk to you after training’s over later.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Well, I don’t know. Maybe I’m sick.”
“Shit, go see a doctor.” 
“I - I just think I’m different. Strange.”
“That’s okay. How are you different?” 
And then, the next day: “It’s called being gay. You’re not sick, Tooru. It’s okay.”

A long letter, crumpled up between the notes. “You will never read this, Hajime. I just had to get it out. Last night I cried like a stupid baby because I realized I could never kiss you. I’m sorry for loving you, god, I’m so, so sorry, I - “

Time flies through their notes, and the youngest pile of notes - yellow and filled with doodles from Tooru’s joyful fingers - has Hajime smile. 
“We need some junk food & coke for tonight, can’t wait to watch the movie with you! ♥ Tooru” 
“I don’t know when you’ll be home. Left food in the fridge for you. Hope you had a nice night. The girl you met in that bar, huh? She’s cute. Good luck.”

“When will you talk to me again?” 
“This is childish.” 
“The dorm doesn’t clean itself. I’m busy, can’t do it.”
“Please, talk to me. I don’t wanna keep putting sticky notes onto your door.”
“I didn’t go with the girl. I went to Kageyama’s.” 
“Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you for making me do this. I love you, always have, always will. Talk to me.” 
“Put an alien movie in.”
“I can make pizza. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
“You’re an idiot. Pizza is great.”

Hajime leans in and kisses Tooru’s cheek. “Tomorrow, you can put another letter into the box, y’know.” And Tooru smiles, rubs away the tears shimmering in his eyes, before he closes the box and lies back down. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” 

The wedding vows still rest on their nightstands in the morning, two pure white envelopes catching the sunlight with their silver writing. 
“Hajime.”
“Tooru.”

Let's Play – 3D Ultra MiniGolf Adventures

Geoff: You know, uh, when I was back in the army, we use to have these things called “battle buddies.”

Geoff: Where you have one other person you were responsible for.

Geoff: One of the things we had to do was watch each other pee.

Me:

Me: …wait, what was Jeremy and Ryan’s team name again?

Lights on the water:
gold on blue on white.
Vines curling around
castle walls.

An hourglass filled with
rubies. Time slipping
away, watching empires
crumble into dust.

Daylight breaking over
ash-filled skies. You and I
at the top of the world.
Waiting, waiting.
The Earth trembling
beneath our feet.

Our handprints in stone.
Footprints on the forest floor.
A palace on a mountain
going up in smoke.

You and I at the ground floor.
Watching, watching.
A kingdom spiralling around us,
everyone shouting our names.

Wildfire in ribbons of red.
Saltwater in waves of blue.
You and I and the sky.

—  APOCALPYTIC ROYALS | M.J.
Tell me, darling,
when was the last time
that your heartbeat echoed my name?
Was it yesterday? Was it last week?
Or was it the last time I saw you?
I can tell you with a thousand assurances that the last for me,
was while I wrote this.
And as I have been, for the longest time
I write for you.
You do not read,
but all of the things I have said and all of this blood
I have spilled on this paper
has been just for you.
And tell me darling,
when you say that you want to be friends
does that mean that you only want to find me next to you
when its convenient for your heart?
When the next person drops what I offered to carry,
do you wish to find me waiting for you?
I can tell you that my heart is not a fucking rain jacket
and you can’t just come around and wear it whenever
the sky looks grey and he is not an option.
I will not be used like this.
I will not be abused like this.
I will not let you drive nails into my skin
and call it trust.
I will not let you give me your cross to bear
and call it friendship.
I will not let you treat me like I am second best
and call it fair.
Let me tell you darling,
I cannot allow myself to ache for you every fucking second
and call it love.
—  I don’t know what to title this, so lets leave it at Fuck You - Grayson Herrg
This is an open letter

Dear cwnetwork

What upsets us is not primarily the fact that we have to wait a whole year for The 100 to  return - no, what upsets us is that you move one of your shows with the most potential to a timeslot where it cannot shine; a timeslot that will do nothing good for it, 

Our problem is also that when you do so, you rely on us (the fanbase) to bring in new viewers. Normally, what brings attention towards a TV-show is many things, for example television promotion and reruns (which as it is now, are nonexistent). Actually the point is that if you truly love The 100 is much as you say you do; want it to have its ‘Breaking Bad moment’, you cannot expect the fanbase to do all of that work for you. It takes time and effort from many angles - not just ours. 

Maybe if the fandom was bigger we could bring in all of those viewers, but it’s not reality right now, and you have to realize that. 

You have to realize that we love the show; we want it to last as long as possible, and our biggest job should simply be to enjoy what the cast and crew of The 100 makes for us. Not to save the show!

Last year we fought hard to promote The 100 only because the network was neglecting it, refusing it any reruns and promotion. We attempted to trend on Twitter, encouraged new people to watch every day and had big campaigns going on because we were so afraid that the show was going to be cancelled. 

This time, we’re going to do just the same, but all we’re asking from you, is some help for once. To not expect us to do this alone when we’ve said it now: we can’t do it without assistance. 

Sincerely, 

character creation

(should I start a skyrim blog for these kinds of posts? do you find them annoying? let me know)

So it’s funny how much I actually roleplay in Skyrim when slipping into the guise of different characters. Phil, for example, HATES draugr. Maybe not as much now that he can stealth-kick their butts more easily, but he still loathes the creepy sound of them shuffling around.

Phil: Why couldn’t those dumb Nords have tied their feet if they knew this sort of thing happened with the dead?? Then this whole problem could have been avoided.

But my second character (who I won’t name yet I’m just waiting to make an intro post) doesn’t mind draugr, in fact he kinda likes them. “Don’t blame the draugr, poor things don’t know any better” is his mentality. I think he probably tries to talk to them but ends up getting smacked with an ancient Nord sword for his trouble. :P

DAY 2575

Jalsa, Mumbai            May  4,  2015           Mon 10:09 pm  





Assorted pieces of frames put together, among assorted colours. Expressions never take on the surroundings. Surroundings surround us with cosmetics .. but do they ever stay long enough for change ?

The joys of unforeseen lay offs, often limit acts of the seen. Information and content in its excesses is the modern generation’s code of conduct. In excess is distractive. When there is so much more waiting in the wings or desktops or prints or in applications, you want to get to them all. Sometimes almost immediately, or sometimes in parallels. Multi tasking is just a devised expression for the situation that has erupted today. It was there earlier too, but the penchant of the 2014′s and 2015′s or of these times, is to nomenclature .. give a title or name to an activity, than to set about explaining it in several words. Brevity is the Mother of all conversation today. That, or speed. Which in a sense has the same motive - speak fast enough so your matter looks or sounds brief ; with the same meaning of course !

It is quite remarkable how the element of isolated singleness brings a multitude of multipleness. There is wonder then, how immensely needed is the need for such condition, if not within a day at least within a few days. In our routines of work and living, in our defined acts of profession, in our schedules of mandatory work, were we to get away for that brief encounter with silence, I would imagine there would be noticeable attraction to its effects after.

Many seek occasion to be deliberated by institutions that execute these factors. Many give name to it. Meditation, vipaasana .. and so. My meditation could come from the silence of my mind in the loudest noises. My vipaasana could be in the drive on trafficked roads, rather than a guru-guided-isolated-centres. Our faculties shall lead us. For me I think I could do without the inculcation.

Talent could also do without the dynamic affair of itemised staged recognition. Recognition within would demonstrate that selfness in most. Most would know the worth. Those that do not, perhaps need to educate themselves of what talent is, I would imagine. What is recognisable to one could be the reverse for another. But then, when were choices all similar. Diverse opinion, expression dislike and like represent themselves in human to human, indeed in all lifelike. Nature and all that lives in universe, is unlike any other. A blade of grass,a leaf of any tree, an insect of a billion insect .. all different. Nature rules. And misrules at times for us in humanly conditions - for so we believe and express. But that is its natural form. We fail. We fail to recognise it  …

Love and love …

Amitabh Bachchan 

Things to remember this holiday season:

Cashiers are people too. Just because I work at a big name retail store processing transactions, does NOT mean I’m too stupid to do other things. In fact myself, and most of the people I work, with have degrees/are going to school.

It is not our fault if we are out of stock for a certain item.

When you get to a cash register, please get off your phone, I don’t know about other people but I hate feeling rude when I’m trying to tell you your total but I have to butt in.

Please do not come to the store 5 minutes before closing intending to buy $600 worth of things unless its one thing that will take 5 minutes to grab and pay for.

Please don’t get mad at us when there are lines, a lot of the time we are understaffed. We do feel bad that you have to wait.

We are human, we make mistakes, please don’t get mad and yell at us if we make one. More often than not we can fix it ourselves, if not customer service can. I understand the frustration, I always feel horrible when a mistake happens and get mad at myself for it. 

If I look tired, I probably am. Please don’t point it out, it just makes me feel like shit because if it shows on my face then I must look like shit.