#jesseandkeesiawedding

#jesseandkeesiawedding

King-sized bed, midge-sized dog, leg room abounds!

King-sized bed, midge-sized dog, leg room abounds!

Um hello, eight-week-old Bassett puppy. It’s cool if you want to 💩 on the office rug. NO ONE minds.

Um hello, eight-week-old Bassett puppy. It’s cool if you want to 💩 on the office rug. NO ONE minds.

Nothing good happened here.

Nothing good happened here.

#tbt from pdx. Of course two of these were taken.

#tbt from pdx. Of course two of these were taken.

Some days my goodwill game can’t be trifled with - Celine Dion tshirt and mini horse mug. #salondijon

Some days my goodwill game can’t be trifled with - Celine Dion tshirt and mini horse mug. #salondijon

Behold: the World’s Most Boring Sweatshirt! Congrats!

Behold: the World’s Most Boring Sweatshirt! Congrats!

Something tells me that no one has mini golfed here in a while.

Something tells me that no one has mini golfed here in a while.

Big Dog, Little Dog ready for party times.

Big Dog, Little Dog ready for party times.

Oaks Rink: delightful pleasure.

Oaks Rink: delightful pleasure.

It’s happening. Bachelorette commence!

It’s happening. Bachelorette commence!

Bitcoin is accepted at the carts.

Bitcoin is accepted at the carts.

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Reasons Why Austin Is the Worst Place Ever
I am a resident of Austin, Texas.
Perhaps you’ve heard of us. We seem to be on the tip of everyone’s tongue lately. Everyone’s investing in Austin, everyone’s excited about Austin. It’s the live music capital of the world, it’s on the cover of travel magazines, business magazines, and food magazines. It’s simply the place to be.
Well, fuck that. I’ve lived in Austin long enough to know that this city can drive you fucking crazy. It’s a sweltering, congested sub-metropolis full of slack-asses and yuppies who simultaneously take themselves too seriously and not seriously enough. It’s a place where spending $11 on a sandwich is considered a societal good. It’s a place where entitled people claim ownership on everything.
Austin is a place where bad people move. People in Austin actually believe they invented the breakfast taco. People in Austin will tell a Mexican family who has lived on the same street for generations that they’re doing their best to “save the neighborhood.” 
If that’s not enough, here are some more reasons Austin sucks.
The Yuppiness Is so Chronic it Borders on Self-Parody
The following is an actual exchange I had with somebody in Austin not too long ago:
“We have to go to that place, they have whiskey-infused bacon!”“So?”“Whiskey-infused bacon! That’s so cool!”“But like why? Why is that cool? How is that more than just a thing? Why should I be excited that some dude made bacon and left it in a bottle of whiskey?”“Come on, don’t be a party pooper.”
There are so many “crazy” and “awesome” things in Austin! The taco cannon! The moustache competition! The pun-off! Everyone is really excited about all of these things. People are very excited to see horribly self-involved white people tell puns at a bar. That’s something you do in Austin, that’s part of the scene. Why do you go to the pun-off? Because it fits a certain collection of circumstances and idealized cultural values that supposedly makes Austin what it is. By virtue of its own perceived audacity, a pun-off, whiskey-infused bacon, or a ratball bad taco somehow becomes really cool.
But you’re not keeping Austin weird. You’re engaging in this fake, utterly distasteful blend of irony and feigned enthusiasm that will eventually cause the city to self-implode under the density of its own facetiousness. Soon you won’t be able to identify a single genuine emotion within its borders. You don’t actually care about whiskey-infused bacon. You don’t give a shit about whiskey-infused bacon. You’re pretending to, because that’s what keeps the whole city from feeling like a big lie.
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I, too, found Austin to be a heaping pile, the least of which was endless strip malls and endless highway traffic.

vicemag:

Reasons Why Austin Is the Worst Place Ever

I am a resident of Austin, Texas.

Perhaps you’ve heard of us. We seem to be on the tip of everyone’s tongue lately. Everyone’s investing in Austin, everyone’s excited about Austin. It’s the live music capital of the world, it’s on the cover of travel magazines, business magazines, and food magazines. It’s simply the place to be.

Well, fuck that. I’ve lived in Austin long enough to know that this city can drive you fucking crazy. It’s a sweltering, congested sub-metropolis full of slack-asses and yuppies who simultaneously take themselves too seriously and not seriously enough. It’s a place where spending $11 on a sandwich is considered a societal good. It’s a place where entitled people claim ownership on everything.

Austin is a place where bad people move. People in Austin actually believe they invented the breakfast taco. People in Austin will tell a Mexican family who has lived on the same street for generations that they’re doing their best to “save the neighborhood.” 

If that’s not enough, here are some more reasons Austin sucks.


The Yuppiness Is so Chronic it Borders on Self-Parody

The following is an actual exchange I had with somebody in Austin not too long ago:

“We have to go to that place, they have whiskey-infused bacon!”
“So?”
“Whiskey-infused bacon! That’s so cool!”
“But like why? Why is that cool? How is that more than just a thing? Why should I be excited that some dude made bacon and left it in a bottle of whiskey?”
“Come on, don’t be a party pooper.”

There are so many “crazy” and “awesome” things in Austin! The taco cannon! The moustache competition! The pun-off! Everyone is really excited about all of these things. People are very excited to see horribly self-involved white people tell puns at a bar. That’s something you do in Austin, that’s part of the scene. Why do you go to the pun-off? Because it fits a certain collection of circumstances and idealized cultural values that supposedly makes Austin what it is. By virtue of its own perceived audacity, a pun-off, whiskey-infused bacon, or a ratball bad taco somehow becomes really cool.

But you’re not keeping Austin weird. You’re engaging in this fake, utterly distasteful blend of irony and feigned enthusiasm that will eventually cause the city to self-implode under the density of its own facetiousness. Soon you won’t be able to identify a single genuine emotion within its borders. You don’t actually care about whiskey-infused bacon. You don’t give a shit about whiskey-infused bacon. You’re pretending to, because that’s what keeps the whole city from feeling like a big lie.

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I, too, found Austin to be a heaping pile, the least of which was endless strip malls and endless highway traffic.

Not sure what constitutes a “melodic beverage” but I’m hoping it’s not real butterflies.

Not sure what constitutes a “melodic beverage” but I’m hoping it’s not real butterflies.

Shoutout to Slattery for the best mail I’ve received in weeks. She knows so much about me, except the spelling of my name. Xoxo

Shoutout to Slattery for the best mail I’ve received in weeks. She knows so much about me, except the spelling of my name. Xoxo