Snuggles & The End of the World


When it’s cold, everybody snuggles, even cats who hate each other. I’m testing out some of the fancy new Flickr filters because I deleted my Instagram account yesterday. I know, I know, nobody wants to use shitty pictures of my cats to sell their shitty products and I have nothing to worry about and every social media outlet is free to exploit its users and there’s nothing more tiresome than people on Twitter complaining about Instagram, except maybe for the people on Twitter complaining about the people on Twitter complaining about Instagram and the people on every website that has ever posted anything about Instagram complaining about hipsters, but it’s the principle of the thing. Even if a social media platform provides a place for me to post my content for free, they don’t get to disrespectfully profit from my original (albeit shitty) content, not that they’re profiting from my content in particular, but still. This is why I post pretty much everything here, on my own website (the only exceptions are Twitter and Flickr) (I grudgingly use Facebook but don’t post original content there because what’s the point). I’m not in the business of making money on the internet, and I’m especially not in the business of making money on the internet for other people.

The other thing to keep in mind during Instagramgate is that yes, people are capable of being passionate about multiple issues, some important and some less so, at the same time, unless they’re really dumb, and if they’re dumb, it’s best not to care about what they’re passionate about anyway. Just because you’re mad about Instagram doesn’t mean you’re not also and quite possibly more mad about gun violence and the senseless murder of innocent children.

In other news, as an adult, I’m not all crazy about my birthday. I mean, I like my birthday, but I don’t make a big deal out of it because I don’t really care to make a big deal out of it especially because, well, I’m an adult and my birthday is 4 days before Christmas when people are all doing stuff and our society is kind of going to shit right now and, anyway, my natural inclination is to get kind of introspective and want to just hang out with my immediate family and maybe have some really good food and beer. But this year, my birthday happens to be on the same day as the alleged end of the world, which as we all know is high bullshit, but it seems like a good excuse to engage in some crazy partying the likes of which haven’t been seen since that one time with heroin and the guy who plays Jesse on Burn Notice at a Costa Rican brothel (not really).

So what should I do for my birthday, which happens to be on the same day as the alleged end of the world? I mean, we’ll probably go have vegan wings and beer like we always do, but it’s nice to dream for a minute.