SOPA BAS SOPA BAD SOPA PIPA BAD PIPA BAD PIPA BAD AGAINST SOPA AGAINST PIPA.
Is it working yet?
WEEEELL, did I not have the best day ever on Monday! And I’m being sarcastic.
To clarify or perhaps begin, I love coffee. Good coffee is manna from heaven, and so much more. And even plastic-y instant gets me excited if I haven’t had caffiene in a while (read, more than eight hours).
So on Monday, I had to be at work at 6.30am and I dragged myself out of bed at 5.30am, moaning a little because, you know, even though it’s summer in this corner of the world, we’ve yet to have a full week of actual sun and warmth. And even though I’m up so damn early I don’t have coffee at home but rather at work, as I like to get there a little earlier just in case, and if there’s no case then I can finish waking up and sometimes also applying make-up and all that jazz, before the other people start come in.
I arrived at work at about 6.05am, even early for me. I made myself a mug of delicious plastic coffee and put it on the shelf of my desk reserved for my computer tower, a small safe, a bunch of wires and sometimes my knees. I settled, started up my computer, and promptly knocked over my untouched caffienated beverage.
Dear reader, it went errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrverywhere. Under the computer, under the safe, down the side of the desk, and onto the floor. I spent a good half hour mopping up, moving the PC, wiping it down, moving the safe, wiping it down – you get the idea. And instant coffee that is dried with the heat of the computer smells very gross.
I reach 1pm with little incident, until I return from my lunch break with another full cup.
I know what you’re thinking.
No, I actually drank this one.
Til about it was about half.
I’m still not reeeeealllllly sure what happened, but I did try to catch it, in the hopes that I could get it upright again before it messed. Which totally explains why instead of flooding under the computer again, 200ml of (by now) cold coffee landed in my shoes.
I don’t care who knows it, I think the majority of people online are stupid. Either stupid, or being online actually lowers their IQ somehow. Because instead of learning and using the internet for awesomeness, they will somehow gravitate towards the most useless piece of information, the most offensive thought patterns, and the biggest time-wasting articles and memes I have ever come across.
The latest Facebook meme – SPOILER ALERT, if you actually care about this pointless, gender-war-provoking (did I say pointless) spate of posts – is apparently supposed to raise awareness for breast cancer.
Firstly, I do agree that awareness needs to be raised. Knowing at least four people who have had breast cancer helps ensure that I (personally) am totally aware, thank you, but I do understand that there are many who aren’t.
Secondly, how is keeping the meaning of your meme (hah) a secret supposed to raise anything other than annoyance and possibly someone’s blood pressure?
But most importantly:
How on earth does a post which states “I’m six weeks and craving smarties” contribute to breast cancer ANYTHING? A fake pregnancy and fake cravings on the profile of a fifteen year old? Your birthday in symbols?
Let me put it like this.
I’ve spent time contributing to research done on several diseases friends and family members have suffered from. I’ve donated money, I’ve been in debates… Hell, nevermind diseases, let’s branch it out to many other beliefs I uphold.
People give blankets to the homeless, risk their lives treating epidemics, their reputations supporting certain minorities…
And you think that your Facebook status is going to make a difference?
OMG! My cousin’s boyfriend’s sister’s mum is five weeks and craves pickles!
I’ve got to go get a mammogram!