As luck would have it, all things electronic seem to have gone awry at once. My Canon point and shoot camera isn’t working. My phone died, taking with it my only access to all websites on the other side of the firewall. Gmail is down, which is the only connection to the outside world from inside the walls of my office. What the F am I supposed to do here? Read a Goddamn book? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Little 12 year olds were throwing their panties into the dugout club. It was disgusting.
We get out our warm boots and sweatpants and we’re good to go.
are so unlike the kids of my generation. Can you imagine walking around with $500 worth of electronics hanging off of you, trying to navigate the world while focusing on your ipod, or making it through middle school with text messaging as an acceptable form of communication? I personally couldn’t handle it. I wonder what the long-term sequelae will be of this culture. I hope someone’s doing a study. And if so, I hope they send me the results.
Maybe it’s time to ask Santa for CLOTHES for Christmas so you don’t have to go prancing about in your underpants at the mall. This is just a suggestion, coming from someone older and wiser. Prostitution should not be a career goal.
It’s like these kids went to sleep and woke up in the 1980s (before they were born) and they were trying to fit in and be all flash-dancy and crap and then they finally fixed their flux capacitor and got back to 2008 and were dumped in Santa Monica before they could change their clothes. This will remain my theory until it is disproven.
It was Bats Day/Goth Day at Disneyland this weekend, and I happened upon this celebration of the macabre (at the Happiest Place on Earth) purely by accident. A bit strange, really.
Ever since my high school days, the goths have been chillin’ at Disneyland. It used to be under the People Mover, though it seems they’ve migrated over to the Haunted Mansion, which makes more sense. I never really understood the point of goths and Disney, beyond the obvious irony which seems to escape a number of them.
But either way, here are some photos from Goth Day.
I would also like to point out that my Canon broke and I was stuck using the infamous shitty Olympus 710 all weekend. The photo quality is embarrassing. I’m sorry. I’m working on getting a new camera ASAP.
Mom chose this one as “Best Dressed Goth.”
Mutant Clydesdales everywhere!
My feet hurt and I was wearing sneakers.
This girl was 11, 12 at most. She was riding this bike around in a bikini top and a belt which spelled out DIVA DIVA DIVA in rhinestones. Yes, I understand she’s at the beach, but these mini-versions of adults are becoming a bit disturbing.
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One day I will understand the point of the belt. And it’s not today.