As long as people can read, I'm going to write.
There is a plethora of life hacks on the internet, and being we cant do anything because of COVID-19, I decided to see if I could try out some of these so called "life hacks." I found this video while procrastinating on an essay for school that was due the same day at 10pm (sorry Mum, sorry Nina), but hey! at least now I know to never listen to these stupid videos again. This film in particular had 5 life hacks. I wanted to try them all before I begun writing this, but after the video was over I wanted my six minutes and 27 seconds back. I could've used that time to finish my essay seven earlier than I actually did.
Randonautica is an app that has gained a lot of attraction in the recent months. On the surface it’s an app that takes you on small adventures in your hometown. You open the app, and a random set of coordinates are given to you to go explore the area. But this app has a deeper, darker side to it. It is said to be able to “Glitch the Matrix” in our “simulation”. If you don’t know the Simulation theory, I will link an article at the bottom by a fellow Vocal Media author. This app hit the mainstream after two teens were led to an area by the app, that had human body parts in a suitcase. It was off the shore in Seattle, the remains were identified, but the killer(s) and motive have not yet been. This investigation is still ongoing. I’ll link that article as well. It is said that if you focus on a certain intention, positive or negative, the app will give you the directions to get to that intention. So, me being the scientific person I am, I ran an experiment. With my fiancé Celeste and high school bud Danny, we set out to test this intention theory with the Randonautica app. The kicker is, I told nobody the intentions I was thinking of, and I was thinking of five. Let’s see how many land.
If you know me, you know I love movies. Next to music, movies are a passion of mine. I’ve gotten to the point where (ask my mom about this) I critique the living shit out of any movie I watch. I don’t know if its boredom, or the fact that I’m very analytical, but in this piece, I’m going to share some of my absolute favorite movie mishaps and potholes.
When I was a young lad, about four or five, I was attacked by a cat. A declawed one, at that, and it traumatized me. Fast-forward 16 years, and I own my very first cat. A Siamese I named “Punk-Ass” as a homage to my father and mother’s Siamese cat “Punk-Ass Feo”, but then changed the name to “Ho” because while watching Jerry Springer I laughed and said “stupid Ho” to the TV and my cat came to me. She would answer to Ho, but not Punk, Punk-ass, or anything else, so it just stuck. Anyways, how, you may ask, did I, an overfed long-haired gnome (shouts out Eric Burdon) go from fearing felines due to a traumatic experience with a boxing kitty, to giving these animals the highest pedestal I can by accepting them as my favorite animal of all time? To answer that question, I really don’t know, that’s a good question for another piece. But let me take you back to the time a declawed cat caused me to fear cats more than death itself.