Among Ash Heaps and Millionaires

I'm Ryan. A full time college student studying Psychology and Economics. Formerly a rural, small-town kid now living at a university in the metro area of Minnesota. I post any number of things that amuse me: a lot of television-related things, song lyrics, and quotes from my favorite authors. Every now and then I post some really rambly post that mostly talks about how stressed out I am (you can ignore those, if you want). I feel like I've been on the verge of stressed exhaustion for more or less the last two and a half years. Essentially, I use this is used as a means of procrastination. Thanks for checking out my blog; please enjoy my ramblings.

-Ryan

Once in a generation a man comes along who changes everything. Ryan Williams is not that man, but he met that man once and acted really weird around him.
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Today on Days of our Library:

Season 1, Episode 3: In Which A Man Drinks Coffee, A Dead-End Bamboozles, and We Notice a Tradeoff Between the Setting and Plot Development

So exhaustively perplexed by where to begin in his search for the arguing couple, the beguiling protagonist (who is running out of adjectives) decides to take a day off from mystery-solving to work on research things he’s actually being paid to do. Yeah that’s totally it; It’s definitely not lazy writing. Not at all.

Will the mystery of the arguing couple ever be solved? Will the jolt of energy from the coffee make the protagonist more productive on his research? Will he think of more adjectives? Why do you continue to read this?

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ilovecharts:

brooklynmutt:

Social media explained with donuts

(Geek.com)

A repost in honor of National Doughnut Day

I don’t understand this culture. Why do you want to be darker and tanner? Back in China we try to be lighter and lighter. Like you, if you were in China right now, everyone would think you’re the prince from a Disney movie.

New coworker Yabing to me.

I’m in the wrong culture.

Today on Days of our Library:

Season 1 Episode 2: In Which the Mystery Deepens, A Calling is Found, and a Half-Baked Premise Moves in a Completely Different Direction


The arguing couple from the previous day is nowhere to be seen.

“BUT THEY’RE ALWAYS HERE!”, our charming, devilishly-handsome, and all around fantastic protagonist wonders to himself, “What ever could have happened?!” Suddenly this all becomes increasingly clear. He is not merely to be an audience to the drama but also a character in the drama. They’ve thought of everything, surmising that the captivating protagonist is both caught up on TV AND usually in the boring doldrums of summer research (not that he isn’t happy to be being paid).

Suddenly, the alluring man’s calling becomes clear—he must solve the mystery of what happened to the fighting couple from yesterday. But with no names or other information to go on, this case may be over before it starts.

Tune in next time to Days of Our Library

Men learn to love the woman they are attracted to. Women learn to become attracted to the man they fall in love with.
Woody Allen
An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. May you be open to each thread that comes into your life- the golden ones and the coarse ones- and may you weave them into a brilliant and beautiful life.

what-a-blube:

Between this and The Great Gatsby, I’ll spend a lot of this December in the movie theater

Days of Our Library:

Season 1, Episode 1: In Which We Establish the Conflict, Take Note of the Charming Blogger, and Wonder if He’s Single (Yes He Is)

Behind that shelf of books, there’s a couple studying for some summer class. I sit here everyday for work. They sit there everyday. Today they’re fighting. She just walked away in tears, saying “well you deserve it”

It’s like they know that I’m caught up on tv, so they’re making a live-action soap opera for my personal enjoyment.



Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our library…

ickysashimi:

So call me Maeby.

ickysashimi:

So call me Maeby.

Nothing has changed since Red Riding Hood. So what they’re frightened of today are exactly the same things they were frightened of yesterday.
Alfred Hitchcock

fsco2o2


Missing Prague today.

O imagination: you who have the power to impose yourself on our faculties and our wills, stealing us away from the outer world and carrying us off into an inner one, so that even if a thousand trumpets were to sound we would not hear them - what is the source of the visual messages that you receive, if they are not formed from sensations deposited in the memory?
Dante Alighieri

jessicawilliams:

This is my dog Bones. He is the best dog a person could ask for. My brother and I often joke that out of the three of us (my brother, Bones, and me), Bones is my mom’s favorite child. Bones literally is my little brother. He is 12 years old now, which is pretty old, and it’s starting to show; his hips are pretty bad and he has trouble walking. Today I went on a walk around the yard with him and though he was walking with me, he was walking slowly because his hips hurt. It’s sad to see him in pain, but inspiring to see him power through the pain and be as happy as he was walking around with me today. Bones’s life may be coming to an end, but my family’s memories with him will never end. I’m not trying to sound cheesy, I just really love my little brother, Bones.

My baby brother, photo credit to my sister

If they don’t believe what the church teaches, they’re not really Catholic.”

                                                                      -Archbishop Charles Chaput

It’s pretty rare these days when I reach a point where I need to passive-aggressively blog to strangers about things anymore. (Actually that’s not true, I write up a lot of them. I post very few of them).

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