assorted scary cats

I have to go over there and recuperate.

daddy's day

Today is father's day here in Brazil.

I am not going to be one of those people who posts a picture of their father. Primarily because I don't want to post anything that might identify who I am. Not that anyone cares. But I care. I would rather not be associated with what I write here. The cloak of anonymity brings me comfort. Even at the advanced age of 30 my self-esteem has remained at the lower levels. I don't really hate myself. It's just that in my family a healthy self-esteem is seen as an inappropriate personality trait. On the other hand, we have always been encouraged to cultivate all of our compulsions, which include narcissism, overeating and, self-sabotage. Therefore the idea of putting a picture of my father, or, God forbid, of myself here is absolutely absurd to me. Which might be strange to you since I just admitted to being narcissistic. But you see, that is how fucked up I am. I believe myself to be interesting enough to have a blog, but am also ashamed enough of myself to ever take responsibility for my thoughts. It's a very fine balance, which I am proud to say, I have evolved into an art form.

Anyway. Happy father's day, Father.

ask me

C'mon, ask me.

Would I do John Goodman?

Yes. I absolutely would.

And to show you how into John Goodman I actually am, I would do him now and back in the Roseanne days.

That John Goodman charm has always rocked my boat.

192 for dates

Just read this on The Huffington Post. A woman was arrested in the U.S. for calling 911 operators and asking them out on dates. That's a kind of emergency.

Don't judge. You know you've been there. If you're in the São Paulo area, the number for emergencies is 192.

using the internet for good

I don't care what nationality you are, school pictures are the fucking worst. And this tumblr, Bad Yearbook Photos (found via The Huffington Post), lets us know that everyone has suffered through it. It says, "it's ok, you are not alone." This is why God invented the internet.

(I would totally do this last guy here.)

candy and football

I just ate a whole pack of candy. A whole one. I'm feeling sick. That's the candy party of the post.

Santos, a football team from Santos, in the state of São Paulo, is playing a match with Vitória, from Salvador, Bahia. I am not sure what they are playing for, nor do I care. However, Neymar...

Ganso...

and Robinho are playing for Santos.

As they have been confirmed recently in Brazil's national squad, I feel I must watch their performance in tonight's game in anticipation for the 2014 World Cup... which, if you haven't heard, will be held here in Brazil. Yes, it's four years away. But you clearly do not understand Brazilians and their football. Even when we don't give a shit, we give a shit.

david brought me back

And also my friend L. This is a blog that has a low, low readership. Which suits me fine. I am of the philosophy that the fewer people who read what I have to say about the world and its inhabitants, the better.

So it's been a while. Wish I had a better excuse for not writing other than "I wasn't feeling it". But that is pretty much my excuse. I wasn't feeling it.

So aside from L. having brought me back, I encountered this picture on people.com.

What the fuck is this. I don't even want to know.

You can always count on The Hoff, can you not?