Photo set by Francois Robert.
Adorbs. (Also, here’s to betting that the husband had nothing to do with planning).
fuckyeahweddingideas:
DIY Book Themed Wedding
Solar forest: the solar panels provide energy for the cars to plug into, while also keeping them cool in the process. (And making the neighbourhood look pretty cool too, if you ask me).
Twitter novella, or something like that.
Today I was browsing the Twitterverse (as I am wont to do) and I stumbled upon a post that said that you could write a novel about what it means to live in a world with Twitter. At first I thought that this was ridiculous; this person was clearly somebody who just discovered the Internet and was hyper about social media. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about it all day.
I went to the movies by myself tonight. (I saw Harry Potter, thanks for asking). On my way to the theatre, I stopped to get a hot dog. As I waited for my weiner, I ran every combination of 140 characters that I could through my head, trying to determine the best possible tweet about my bratwurst experience. “Making the peds on Robson jelly with my big sausage #phallicjokesarefunny” “My weiner brings all the boys to the yard #itsbetterthanyours #damnright”
In the end, I decided against the sausage jokes. (Not because they are inappropriate, mind you. Only because they weren’t very good.)
For the rest of the night I searched for events that I could tweet about later to show everyone what a great time I was having/how charming and hilarious I am. Without someone to actually talk to and enjoy what is normally a social experience with, I had this Twitter-drive that I had never experienced before.
So the lesson in this story, kids, is that I understand what that Twitter-crazed whacko was talking about now. I thought in tweets—not just normie thoughts.
I am not sure what this really means for society as a whole (because that is the trend, isn’t it? Trying to figure out how technology is ruining our lives?). I don’t feel like my need to tweet tonight really put a damper on popping my lonely-cinema-goer cherry. I wasn’t distracted, and my desire to come up with a funny tweet became more like a fun game than a burden.
That said, if any of you decides that tweeting in my presence is better than actually socializing with me, you are disowned. (But that is a whole other novel to write about, I guess.)