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I’ve always hated when people use the word “retard” to describe something that is stupid. Once, when I told one of my friends that he shouldn’t use the word in that context, he rolled his eyes at me and asked why I make such a big deal out of it. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “The same reason I don’t like it when people say something is ‘gay.’” The guy I was talking to suddenly had a look on his face, half indicating he was embarrassed, and half showing he understood why I even questioned his use of the word in the first place. The guy I was talking to is gay. I know that because I saw him propose to his boyfriend.

But going back to the word “retard,” it’s always been harder for me to explain to people why I don’t like how people use it, mainly because I don’t come in contact with someone who is mentally challenged on a day-to-day basis. Explanations always come easier when you have a personal connection to it, and while I’ve interacted with mentally challenged people, I sadly don’t have someone I can easily bring up during conversation. Which is why I was glad to have come across this nice piece written by an older brother of someone with Down Syndrome. He was able to put into words how I feel about the entire situation, and quite beautifully, too.

My entire life I’ve played witness to the continuous (and usually subconscious) relegation of people with disabilities. It’s an unfortunate habit passed down by our parents, and spread among millennials. It’s as simple as saying “Wasn’t that class retarded?” I bet if Aidan hadn’t been a part of my life, or had been born without Down syndrome, I’d be throwing the term retarded around like a baseball. So when I hear “retarded,” is my first reaction, “Hey you! You’re systemically oppressing persons with cognitive disabilities through your language!”? Of course not, because I don’t think most people realize that that is what they’re doing. It’s a word that has become so ingrained in our vocabulary that we think it’s disassociated with its roots.

The rest of his piece can be found at PolicyMic, and I encourage you all to read it. Even better, ask someone what they mean when they use words that can put down an entire community. You might not get an answer, but they are more than likely to question themselves. even if only for a second.

It used to be that when I thought of Pixar, I thought of this unstoppable movie-making machine that couldn’t be stopped. Movie after movie, Pixar just got better and better. While I still think highly of Pixar, the studio isn’t looking too good ratings-wise. Reviews for Pixar’s upcoming CG animated movie, Brave, have been trickling in, and on Rotten Tomatoes, the current score is 73%. This is a “Fresh” rating, but what happened to the days when Pixar had no movies that went below 90%?

My heart sunk when I saw Pixar get its first “Rotten” rating with Cars 2, and I know Rotten Tomatoes isn’t always an accurate indication of a movie’s quality (especially when not all reviews have come in), but I’m starting to feel this way about Brave. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still excited to see the movie, but the Disney fan in me is hoping the magic of Pixar doesn’t fade away.

What do you think of the Brave’s score so far?

Ever been in a relationship that you knew should be over, and yet you still kept going back to that person? Ever wondered why this happened, or tried to put all your feelings into words?

As usual, Thought Catalog offers some great insight into this frustrating yet very common occurrence.

Because you’re addicted. Because you know exactly what Edward meant when he called Bella his own “personal brand of heroin” and you’re ashamed to admit you feel that way. Because you’re like a moth to the flame with this person, because you know you’ll get hurt in the end and yet. Because a part of you knows better and another part doesn’t want to; because you’re not ready to all-the-way know better. Because this is a suicide leap but the way they make you feel makes it somehow worth it.

Because they speak your language. Because they understand you even when they don’t. Because on some deep, intrinsic level you just get each other. Because sometimes it seems like they know you better than you know yourself. Because they’ve seen the worst of you and the best; because, regardless of how they hurt you, you still feel an inexplicable trust.

Be sure to read the rest of Mila Jaroniec‘s post over at Thought Catalog!

As you’ve hopefully seen from my most recent posts, I got to go to a sneak preview event and experience the new Cars Land and Buena Vista Street, opening on June 15! These are the newest additions to the Disney California Adventure theme park, and these were worth the wait!

Buena Vista Street (vlog coming soon) replaces the old California Adventure entrance, and is designed to look like the California Walt Disney experienced when he first walked onto the fine state.

I’ll save most of the cool stuff for the vlog, but I remembered some pictures I took with Mickey. The cool thing about Buena Vista Street being modeled after California in the 1920s is new 20s themed character costumes!

I know it’s totally cliché to have Mickey as a favorite Disney character, but we share the same birthday, so I feel I have a strong connection with the mouse :) Doesn’t he look great, by the way?

Thanks to Disney PhotoPass for the pictures! Stay tuned for the conclusion to be preview event vlog series!

When I was little, I made visits to the Philippines (where my parents are from) and I used to take care of the pigs at the house I stayed at. I was too young to understand that they were being raised for slaughter :( …but I treated them like pets. I even got to take care of piglets since I was lucky enough to be there when they were born!

Well, now it seems that micro pigs are becoming popular as pets, and I will be the first to admit that I would LOVE to have one eventually. That is, if they really stay small. It would be a little messy if they ended up growing!

I came across a video of a mini pig named Hamlet, where he tries to go down the scary stairs to reach a bowl of oatmeal. Like most small creatures, they hesitate to make the jump down each step, but as we all know, food is a huge motivator. Hamlet shows hesitation at first, but eventually makes it, leading to an ending that even got me laughing :) Check it out for yourself!

Would you own one of these cute little porkers for yourself?

via The Huffington Post

Hey everyone! If you’re an avid Disney fan like me, make sure you keep your eyes on my blog!  Today I’m going to the special Annual Passholder Preview of Cars Land and Buena Vista Street at Disney’s California Adventure theme park! It doesn’t open for another week, but I’m going to be joining DaMouse.com to cover the event! I just got a new camera today, so if it’s allowed, I’m hoping to have a nice vlog prepared for your viewing pleasure. But if not that, then some great pictures of the much anticipated new “land” of Disney!

So as usual…stay tuned! :)

Oh and make sure you’re following me on Twitter for live updates! @agamos

As someone who has benefitted greatly from an online contest done through social media, I wanted to share an experience one of my friends, Earl, had. Basically, the contest was to create a 6 second commercial for BMW, post it on YouTube, and get as many votes as possible. Long story short, he won! Check out the commercial he and my other friend, Alex, made.

 

And of course, what video is complete without a “making-of” video to go along with it?

 

What did Earl win for all his work?

Moral of the story: Don’t buy anything. Instead, enter social media contests :P And check out Earl’s YouTube channel!

As someone who vlogs, blogs, Facebooks, Tweets, etc., I often wonder why the heck I even do it in the first place. Is it because I’m bored? Because I want attention? Because I want to do what everyone else is doing? There are a bunch of different reasons why I have an account on numerous social media services, and it’s hard to explain why I do it. Well, leave it to Thought Catalog to explain it for me. Here’s a bit of Nick Orsini‘s thoughts on why he blogs:

The perception of how important being permanent is did not start with us. It has always existed. The earliest poets wrote about staying alive forever through their words and songs. But when I turned 14 years old, the vague notion of “making my mark” mixed with something new: the idea that I was infinitely special. Everyone told me to chase down my dreams, no matter how fast my dreams ran. I was going to work hard, be rewarded, accomplish something great, be like no one else alive, change the world. My parents told me that story, then my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, and teachers corroborated it. I was meant to make a mark. I was meant to be better than my parents, to accomplish more than they could — to do the things they couldn’t. If I wanted to film the world, photograph it, dance on it, yell at it, write to it, or sing about it, that would be my job and someone would notice me as long as I wanted it bad enough. I was not only going to make a permanent dent but everyone would know that I existed.

I’ve been fortunate to “make my mark” and “leave a dent” in different ways, from accidentally creating a wildly popular YouTube video to being recognized by strangers for being the guy that led the first Disneyland 8-Clap and being District 2 Mayor. These events were great by themselves, but the thrill and excitement of these events fade. At least when I Tweet, blog, and vlog about these events, I can look back to these logs and remember just how amazing it was, even if it’s just an inkling of the original feeling. This is part of the reason why clicking back on my own Facebook Timeline gives me a rush of different emotions, and also why I still haven’t deleted my MySpace account (which has tons and tons of comments from high school.)

So I guess after this Thought Catalog post, and thinking back on my behavior, I blog because I want to be able to remember the times when I felt alive and made a difference. At one point in my life, I want to be able to look back, laugh, cry, and remember the life that I lead. And not just for myself, I want to be able to share those experiences with others, since I so often receive comments in person about the things that I post online. So for that reason, I’ll continue to blog.

Source: Thought Catalog

As someone who has written countless cover letters on my search for a full-time job in this horrible job market, this Thought Catalog post really hit home, and my funny bone. Because really, how accurate is this?

To Whom It May Concern At Random Possible Employer,

I am writing in response to your job posting on WHATEVER in which you were looking for a junior or entry-level employee. The job description is well suited to my abilities, and, I swear, I love your business more than my own mother. Your company’s efforts to expand into online territory by doing something completely useless and underutilized really piques my interest, and I’d love to be a part of the growth in that area. I’m a child of the web and I know how important it is to the success and future of whatever your industry is, so please let me beg you for a job.

Be sure to read the rest of the cover letter at Thought Catalog. Bravo, Shane Barnes. Bravo.

Is this what your cover letters sound like?

via Thought Catalog

Ever since I finished The Hunger Games trilogy, I’ve been sucked so violently into the world of books that you could say I was tossed into a literary arena, books trying to tempt me into forming an alliance only to rip my heart out at the end. Or, seeing as I’m from a career district, straight up coming up to my face and shouting, “READ ME BIT*@!!!”

So it was great to come by this piece from Thought Catalog (which I love more and more each day) in which Kate Stanton writes an open letter to her unfinished books:

Dear unfinished books,

You are sh-tty little barnacles of guilt on my day and I hate you.

I carried you home from the bookstore, giddy with your potential, your possibility. For 25 bucks and just a few hundred pages, your seductive cover art and zesty blurbs — Illuminating! Transcendent! Polarizing! — made me think that I might become a better scholar, writer, and human. How could I pass up a chance at illumination? How could I not transcend? I conjured up imaginary masses of people who would never read the collection of words under my arm. Shame on them! I will give them verbal whiplash at parties with the knowledge I acquire from you.

Read the rest of the piece and see if any of the thoughts resonate in your mind. They sure did for me!

How many books do you have on your reading list?

via Thought Catalog

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