infundibulum

Antes de ler isso, tem que imaginar um tio de 92 anos. 
Eu: O Tio, sabe que eu li no jornal hoje? Um meteoro caiu no Peru.

Tio: Coitado do peru.

Yes children, GTD is waaay too complicated for yours truly.

Don’t these people understand that they are dealing with someone whose attention span has been shortened by the internet to slightly shorter than that of a gnat?

No no, no “steps” for me. No projects, no categories, no classification whatsoever.

No mahogany drawers that make nice encouraging snappy noises when you close them.

No fountain pens.

No paper.

As a matter of fact, no saving.

As a matter of fact, barely any justification for writing whatsoever.

Enforced throw-away-ness.

The ultimate in lack of self-respect.

Harnessing self-deprecation for better hallway vision!

I give you, FIVE THINGS DONE BITCH.

When you look at it, and think, “wait, it has no features…”

…That’s the point.
(And when you think, “it’s very rude,” that’s me, talking to myself.)

I swear, it works.

Eu: Com licença, será que vocês tem guantes?

Moça da loja: Um… o quê?

Eu: Guantes.

*Moça da lojafica me olhando confusa*

Eu: Sabe, aqueles negócios que cê coloca na mão quando está limpando…

Moça da loja: Será que você está falando de luvas? Como essas aqui?

YES, FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS, IT’S TRUE! YOU CAN TRAVEL ALL OF SOUTH AMERICA SPEAKING NOTHING BUT PORTUNHOL!

É aqui.

Buh?

via.

Sometimes I forget that not everybody in the world comes into contact with Spanish as much as us Usonians… if that’s the case, please allow me to explain that “juevos” means “eggs” in Spanish.

Except, it really means balls.

right?

Sometimes.

I’m up at 4:12 am thinking to myself, “You know, self, you could really use some Wikipedia underwear in Esperanto.”

Do I need help?