I don’t understand John Green hate. Why has this become a thing? Since when has it become okay to hate human beings who have never done anyone any physical harm or gone out of his way to hurt someone emotionally? (at least not since he’s been in the public eye) Like fucking seriously. People want him to own up to his actions, and he does, and they’re still harassing him. Not to mention the rumors that get started about him. He may be an adult but this is still bullying and it makes you a worse human being than him. Just be nice.

fishingboatproceeds:

This is a photo of me stagediving at LeakyCon. It was taken by the lovely and charming Evanna Lynch. Life is weird/beautiful.
Anyway, while I was crowdsurfing—I was out there for quite a while—I had time to think about some things:
1. The Harry Potter fandom is uniquely wonderful, and the greatest luck of my professional life is probably that so many HP fans became early nerdfighters, because the whole culture of nerdfighteria came not primarily from us but from those early nerdfighters.
2. Although it is hard for me to express it in a meaningful, individual way, I am really grateful to everyone who identifies as a nerdfighter. We’ve done so much amazing stuff together that none of us could ever have done alone.
3. I love being a nerdfighter, and I love being a nerd, and I seeing people be so honestly themselves is such an inspiration to me.
4. How are all these people—many of whom are very small—holding me aloft?
5. The metaphor here is too obvious.
6. There’s probably a better, more interesting metaphor that I’m not thinking of.
7. I guess the real metaphor is not you-can-only-make-stuff-if-people-hold-you-up; the real metaphor here is that together-things-happen-that-can-never-happen-alone, which is a very important thing for an introverted and socially anxious person like me to realize. I guess these days this is a politically charged statement, but it seems to me manifestly true: You make nothing alone. Human beings are not mere competitors, and human life is not merely competition. We are collaborators. To be human is to catch the falling person.

Only John Green would be stagediving and start getting metaphorical.

fishingboatproceeds:

This is a photo of me stagediving at LeakyCon. It was taken by the lovely and charming Evanna Lynch. Life is weird/beautiful.

Anyway, while I was crowdsurfing—I was out there for quite a while—I had time to think about some things:

1. The Harry Potter fandom is uniquely wonderful, and the greatest luck of my professional life is probably that so many HP fans became early nerdfighters, because the whole culture of nerdfighteria came not primarily from us but from those early nerdfighters.

2. Although it is hard for me to express it in a meaningful, individual way, I am really grateful to everyone who identifies as a nerdfighter. We’ve done so much amazing stuff together that none of us could ever have done alone.

3. I love being a nerdfighter, and I love being a nerd, and I seeing people be so honestly themselves is such an inspiration to me.

4. How are all these people—many of whom are very small—holding me aloft?

5. The metaphor here is too obvious.

6. There’s probably a better, more interesting metaphor that I’m not thinking of.

7. I guess the real metaphor is not you-can-only-make-stuff-if-people-hold-you-up; the real metaphor here is that together-things-happen-that-can-never-happen-alone, which is a very important thing for an introverted and socially anxious person like me to realize. I guess these days this is a politically charged statement, but it seems to me manifestly true: You make nothing alone. Human beings are not mere competitors, and human life is not merely competition. We are collaborators. To be human is to catch the falling person.

Only John Green would be stagediving and start getting metaphorical.

An open letter to Laci Green, John Green and Neil Gaiman regarding my favourite cereals

badcgijosh:

Hello Laci, John and Neil. I do not think we are acquainted but my name is Josh and today I am here to talk to the three of you about some of my favourite breakfast foods. Do you enjoy breakfast foods? There are some people in the world who do not! It’s pretty weird. But to each his own, I suppose. It’s not hurting anyone. I feel like they are missing out though.

Anyway, one of my favourite things to eat for breakfast is Triple Berry Oatmeal Crisp. Boy oh boy this stuff is hecka tasty! It has dried raspberries, strawberries and blueberries in it that actually get a very enjoyable texture once you pour the milk on it. And it turns the milk all purple and tarty! I really like it, but it is like, six dollars for what is not a very large box, so I do not get it often, but when I do, it makes me feel very fancy.

I also enjoy Cheerios of both the Honey Nut and Apple Cinnamon variety. Do you like them? They’re pretty good! The problem with cheerios is that they leave you with this weird aftertaste for a couple of hours that always makes me feel like I spent my morning chewing on sweetened cardboard. Maybe I actually did and the fine folks at General Mills are pulling a fast one on me. Goodness gracious, that’d be quite the trick!

Do you enjoy instant oatmeal? Then fuck you.

One cereal that I really do enjoy is called Cinnamon Toast Crunch. It’s really good. In fact I’d go so far as to say I love the taste of it. However, there is fierce debate regarding whether or not you would be able to see why.

Anyway, those are just a few of my favourite things to eat for breakfast. I hope you all have a lovely day.

Sincerely,

Josh Macedo

pikapup:

bowtiesaresocoollike:

YES!

Noooo…. :( I hate movies….

Calm down, calm down. Remember when the rights to his other books were purchased to be made into movies? Remember when those projects got canned? John Green’s books don’t translate well into script format. Granted, I think TFIOS would work best, but even if it did happen, we wouldn’t see it for another couple of years.

pikapup:

bowtiesaresocoollike:

YES!

Noooo…. :( I hate movies….

Calm down, calm down. Remember when the rights to his other books were purchased to be made into movies? Remember when those projects got canned? John Green’s books don’t translate well into script format. Granted, I think TFIOS would work best, but even if it did happen, we wouldn’t see it for another couple of years.

What Books have Meant to Me and My Experience Losing Some of My Friends

partyforted:

Today has been an interesting day already, and I’ve only been awake for two hours. As some of you already know, I’ve made the decision to sell some of my books. Money is hard to come by, and I have all these things that are still in boxes after I moved months ago, and that I probably won’t touch for a long time. 

So last night I brought up the boxes of books I have from the basement into my dining room so I could put on that executioner’s hood and pull the guillotine. It was difficult. It really was. 

I don’t think I’ve ever made a more difficult decision in my life. Even choosing where to go to college was easier to do than this. Some of these books have been with my for over a decade (and they all look to be in perfect condition, mind you). They’re more than just books to me. They’ve been a comfort blanket when I needed them. They were a cruise liner anywhere when I needed adventure. They were an escape from the dreary small town life I had throughout my childhood. They were like my friends. 

I’ve sold CDs, and DVDs, and games before. That felt like nothing. Granted, there are a few of each that I will hold onto, but the ones I didn’t want to hold onto I didn’t feel bad about getting rid of. Books feel different to me. They always have.

Recently I torrented a book. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to afford the physical novel, but I still wanted the story so I illegally downloaded the eBook that had been released. I felt so incredibly dirty after doing that. It was a book after all. We weren’t supposed to be able to do that. It wasn’t right. I felt so horrible that I moved around money and purchased the physical book immediately after downloading it. Books still feel sacred to me. Its an interesting feeling that other forms of media don’t seem to have.

So I got up this morning and hauled my friends off to a local Half Price Books. My heart fluttered a little bit. I was honestly nervous. When I got there, I carried them to the counter that flaunted a big “Sell Your Books Here” sign. It was almost as if it actually read “Sell Your Books Here Because We Know You Need the Money More than You Need Them” and I just about turned around and left then. I was scared. 

They smiled and opened the boxes, telling me that they would call me over the intercom in about 20 minutes when they were ready. I decided I’d go around and look at the store. I wanted to see all of the friends that other people had brought in. 

The shelves were lined with books full of various wear and tear, and I could tell how often some had been read. Others had very subtle damage and I could tell how carefully they’d been read. Many were loved, and even more appeared to be treasured. Every one of these had a story beneath the binding, one greater than that which the author intended. They were all special to someone at one time, and they ended up here.

I started looking for the books that I’d turned in. I wanted to see if they had any copies of them on the shelf. If they did, maybe I could guess what they would buy it off me for. If they didn’t, maybe that would up the price. Of course, being the good little Nerdfigther that I am, I looked for any of John Green books on the shelves. I wasn’t selling my copies, I was just curious if others might have. As it would turn out, there were none and that concept pleased me. 

Soon, my name was called. I started walking down the aisles, taking one last look at the books on the shelves. Every single one of these books were irreplaceable and worth more than I could fathom putting a price on. Part of me secretly hoped that the person would approach me and say, “Ted, we’re sorry but it is obvious how much you love these books by the way you’ve treated them. We can’t put a price on them and think that you should keep them.” 

Instead, what I heard was, “We’d like to make you an offer of twenty dollars.”

$20.

To say I felt disappointed is an understatement. I felt devastated. I couldn’t imagine putting a price on these books. These friends of mine. However, it was the nice lady’s job to do so, and that is what she deemed appropriate.

I smiled and took my cash and receipt before making the trek home again. This $20 could make all the difference this month. And I like to think that my friends would be proud to help provide that for me. 

All I can do now is hope they find a wonderful new home in the hands of someone who will love them too. 

I don’t feel like this incredibly well written post has been read by an appropriate number of people.

MY COMPLETE EXPERIENCE WITH AMAZON CUSTOMER SERVICE AND THEIR REPRESENTATIVE WITH AN ODD NAME

Seriously I know its just a book but I don’t have any money to go out and get a copy of my own from the store so it honestly sucks that I won’t have this copy today. Or at all. It’ll get returned, and I won’t ever know if it was one with a hanklerfish, or a messed up j-scribble. I just…Wow. I feel so disappointed and it really does suck. I mean, I guess its my mistake and everything, but I’ve had purchased get declined on amazon because the billing address wasn’t correct. I don’t quite understand how they were able to charge me when on my account that is not the active billing address anymore. Whatever. I just. Ugh. Have to wait until Friday now, then I’ll go hunting at bookstores.