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posted on June the 22nd
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So, say that you forgot Father's Day.
And your dad lives on another continent.
And possibly forgot Father's Day himself.
Is it better just to pretend it never happened, or you know, do something?
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posted on June the 11th
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WHY AM I IN AMERICA? WHY?
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posted on May the 30th
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So I was watching I Love the 00s this afternoon. And I saw this thing about this thing that KFC used to make.
WHY DON'T THEY DO THIS ANY MORE?
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posted on May the 26th
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Okay, so you know what animal-beast hybrids makes me think of?
Does anyone ever watch that old TV show South Park?
There's this one episode where they're using stem cell research to grow body parts on mice, and the teacher Mr(s) Garrison who got a sex change operation wants his dick back so they grow him one on a mouse and then it escapes.
And now I'm picturing lots of mice with penises attached running around Smoky the Bandit National Forest or whatever.
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posted on May the 17th
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Milo is sitting at his desk, sporting a large purple bruise over one of his eyes. He looks visibly irritated and he drags a hand through his already-messy hair.
Dude, I am so sick of reading all this bullshit about how 'oh the police are doing such a great job!' And 'oh we should just support our government!' The police gave me this -- he gestures to his black eye -- and I barely -- didn't even do anything! And they dragged more than one of my mates off to jail and this stupid Redistricting Act means that neither of them has a place to live.
Yeah, yeah, you can go on and on about following the rules, blah blah blah, but that's not even what pisses me off the most. What's worse is that I got a call from my grandmother today saying that my eighty year old grandpa spent the night in jail because of -- Milo uses air quotes -- "suspected document forgery." My grandparents live in District 1, and both of them are naturalized American citizens. They've been here since the seventies, since before most of these cops were born. And apparently some asshole didn't think their NICs were legit because they said they were from the West instead of foreign nationals. And it took until this morning for them to sort that out. What the fuck, man.
This is such bullshit. Seriously. Seriously. My grandpa's an eighty year old man with arthritis living on his pension. He'd be worse at delivering a punch than I am.
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posted on May the 16th
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In the words of Malcolm X:
WE ARE LIVING IN A POLICE STATE.
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posted on May the 13th
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I've eaten all the food in the house, played three hours of Farmville, and I even read a mirror of that blog about that chick who did all of Julia Child's recipes (it was really bad, btw).
I need something else to do that isn't studying for this exam.
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posted on April the 20th
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Milo is giggling and eating a soft pretzel as he faces the camera.
Hello New York! Giggling. Oh man. Today was a good day. I did some... stuff. Yeah. Some stuff. Like, um, instead of going to class, I did this thing... I went to that old thingy store place and I wanted to get the leg lamp... From A Christmas Story, but I still don't have the money. More giggling. Ha ha, leg lamp.
But instead I got... this. He holds up a pair of vintage (ie, 2000s) Playboy bunny ears and puts them on, then dissolves into laughter and disappears from the screen. The laughter continues for a few moments before the Holo is shut off.
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posted on April the 17th
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[PWP: Zack, Lillian, Sue, Sora, Nick]
Today is my birthday.
So I'm having some people over at my apartment tonight to hang out. If you want to come. You don't have to. Lillian and I are baking a cake. Nothing fancy. I think I'm actually going to try and fit 21 candles on it, though.
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posted on April the 16th
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Best bars in District 4. GO.
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posted on April the 8th
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[PWP: Zack Walker]
You busy tonight?
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posted on April the 5th
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This is a picture of my mum. As far as my dad and I know, she died on November 17th, 2024, when the bomb hit. Back then, I was going to boarding school outside of the city of Kampala, Uganda. You see, my parents split up when I was really young. I was two, actually, and for a year before that, I'd been living here in New York with my dad while my mom lived in Davis, California where she moved for a job. (She was a psychology professor.) When I was four, my dad started working for Medecins Sans Frontieres (or Doctors Without Borders, if you prefer that) and I moved with him to a small town called Lukaya in Uganda. That was where I grew up, and even though I spent the first four years of my life in New York, I don't really remember what it was like.
I only saw my mum once before she died, when I was eleven, and she came to see me and my dad. We wrote each other letters and talked on the phone, but she was literally halfway around the world. And when the bomb dropped, I was still halfway around the world. Both of her parents died, too. For months, my dad tried to help me find out what, exactly, happened to her. No one knows, and the government doesn't really care to find out. It's enough to know that there was total destruction and that was that.
For all that everybody in the government (and most people on this network, it seems) raves about how they want to bring the culprits behind 11/17 to justice, but I never actually see anything coming from that. It's just talk. The government would prefer to treat people like shit. My mother's parents came to America in the 70s to look for "a better life," like millions of other people, people who are still here and are treated every day like they're worthless.
I lived in a completely different world from America, and I remember everyone thought that the US was so cool, so great. They wanted to know what it would be like to come here and eat Twinkies and be able to go out and buy a brand new laptop or cellphone, just because you wanted.
I don't make jokes about this shit because I don't care. It's because otherwise, the seriousness of it is going to make me be like, what's even the point any more, you know? I used to be really jealous of some people, because at least they had the chance to build memories with the people they lost in the bomb, and I always thought I'd get the chance to do that, and then I didn't. I can only remember actually seeing my own mother like, three times.
I know that the Department of the Interior has its reasons for evacuating more states and shit, but I don't know if it isn't just going to make all the problems in this country worse. I feel like 11/17 has become a rallying point for opportunists rather than something people really care about, or care to fix. I feel, four and a half years later, like my mum is just a statistic now, not a real person. So that's why I posted her picture. Not for sympathy or for pity, because I know that there are a lot of people who've had it a lot worse than me. But to remind the government that everyone there had a face, and a name, and somebody who cared. I think the average person remembers, but the people making the real decisions don't seem to.
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posted on March the 31st
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[PWP: Lillian Poole]
So, did you catch the news this morning?
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posted on March the 28th
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[PWP: Sue Kim, Sora Mori, Lillian Poole, Zack Walker]
So, if my neighbor/future wife, Mrs Yamamoto were going to supply us with salmon rolls, when would you be free?
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posted on March the 25th
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Milo is standing in a dingy, poorly lit store, which one might (correctly) guess is in District 0. Stacks of old vinyl records can be seen behind him, as well as some "antique" or "vintage" (ie, old and cheap) furniture, including a mattress leaning against the wall and a replica of the leg lamp from A Christmas Story. He grins.
Hello, interwebs. This is JoJo's Antique Shop, which basically means they have a lot of old junk from the last millenium, which, as we all know, sounds like a really long time ago, but isn't. And this is my friend Lillian.
Looking a little bemused at the filming, Lillian gives a little wave, rolling her eyes back to Milo with a smile and then rolls them back to the camera Hi, interwebs. Looks at Milo like 'Is that all you need me to say?'
She's a real charmer, Lillian. Lillian, can you hold what we found for me so I can film it?
The camera is moved to just one hand, and sweeps shakily as Milo reaches behind him and hands a record with a very disturbing cover to Lillian.
Gives a really long eyeroll at Milo, but then shakes her head with a laugh and takes the record and holds it out, mimicking the face of the woman holding the roses, and gesturing under it grandly
Es muy sexy, no? Milo gestures to the album. This is... Actually, I have no idea what it is. But isn't it genius? They don't make shit like this any more. I looked it up on my iHolo and apparently it's a tribute album made by some very sick people.
No, Lillian, you can't take off all your clothes and cover yourself in sour cream. Save it for the apartment.
Lillian is laughing as Milo explains it, taking a few more peeks at the women on the cover, before he addresses her What? Eyes go wide and she gives him an awkward look, cheeks flushed, and thrusts the record at him, then addresses the camera For the record, I think that anytime is a good time for sour cream.
Milo ducks so that his face is in front of the camera, blocking out Lillian and the album cover. He makes a horrible joke grimace and whispers, She's so weird. He ducks back out of sight. This costs $300. Can you believe that? Who would spend $300 on naked grannies?
Having already rolled her eyes again while he was in front of the camera. Well, Milo, probably the same people that would spend $500 for this ugly lamp. Points at the leg lamp with a look of disgust
The camera pans to the leg lamp. No, I would pay $500 for this if I had it. Because this? This is a cultural fucking icon.
Just because it resembles a prop from a movie, doesn't make it a classic.
Yes. It does. But alas, I do not have $500. A man's gotta eat. And we agreed to get food after this. So we should wrap this up. Make a face for the camera, Lil.
Yeah, I'm starving. Makes an extremely exaggerated grimace, and then breaks out laughing and waves at the camera
Good-bye, interwebs! The scene fades to black.
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posted on March the 21st
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Milo is sitting in the kitchen of his apartment, which is clean but not particularly large. He is holding up his iHolo with both hands and speaking in a rushed voice (and his signature, slightly-African-sounding accent).
Oh my god. I have found the woman I am going to marry. She lives in the apartment above me and her name is Mrs. Yamamoto, and she made me this.
The Holo camera pans down to a rather large bento box, and Milo speaks while filming it.
So, if you are watching this, Mrs. Yamamoto, please marry me. If you're not Mrs. Yamamoto and you're watching this... Look for our wedding invite soon.
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posted on March the 13th
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It's so cooooooooooold.
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