Website Wednesday – Hyperbole and a Half


So I’ve decided that in an effort to make some of my posting on this blog regular, Wednesdays will now become known as “Website Wednesday.” Basically, the idea is to feature a site every week that I find inspiration in, that have a great idea behind them, or ones I just find plain awesome. I really encourage you guys to submit any websites that you like, because I love finding new places to procrastinate at- I mean, to check out. In my free time. Definitely not when I’m supposed to be doing important real life things. Ahem.

To kick off this new tradition, I’m starting with a blog that nearly everyone on the internet probably knows, thanks to this picture;


Yes, it’s Hyperbole and a Half, run by the hilariously frank Allie Brosh. Started all the way back in 2009, the blog combines Brosh’s observational humour with simplistic Paint drawings to retell events from her current life and from her childhood in rural Montana. Recently, Brosh reappeared after a long internet absence, after dealing with depression and stage four endometriosis. Now with multiple awards and a published book, Brosh is well and truly back.

I love this blog because it never, ever fails to make me laugh and cheer me up even when I’m in the worst of moods. Allie’s honest method of storytelling is absolutely hilarious and relatable, and the drawings that accompany are nothing short of crude masterpieces. If you haven’t bookmarked this site already, do so immediately. Your aching stomach might not thank you, but the wide grin on your face that stays on long after certainly will.

Spotlight: The Year Kenny Loggins Ruined Christmas It’s next to impossible for me to pick out just one favourite post, but this one springs to mind simply because Allie’s pain at trying to stage a serious Christmas play with an unfunny and uncooperative family is one that I, a massive drama queen enthusiast, can sympathise with entirely.

Jesus can be kind of a dick


Jesus can be kind of a dick

Some of the internet’s greatest fails happen when adults try to be “groovy” and “down with the kids.” It’s even better when it’s adults who are part of a church. These technological pioneers unfortunately mixed up the order of the texts, so it looks like Jesus is brushing off some poor follower. Satan-damn these new-fangled technologies… Maybe get a teenager to proofread it next time, hey guys?


This Crappy Obituary – For the Woman I Found Dead in the Starbucks Parking Lot


An awful situation turned beautiful in its instance of humanity. Love it.


I thought you were sleeping. It seems silly now, but you must understand, when one sees a person slumped over inside a parked car, the most reasonable conclusion is rarely that the person slumped over is dead. It was the lights from the dashboard that caught my eye. If it weren’t for the lights, I would have missed you completely, and – who knows? – you may still be lying out there, unknowing of the legions of addicts drawn to the verifiable Mecca of caffeine. You’d remain oblivious to the following day’s massive local windstorm and the city’s collective anxiety, followed by elation, when our beloved Seahawks won the big game. You might still be slumped awkwardly over your console, and I suppose your car would be run dry of gas by then, but folks would not be any more observant.

I say it was the lights on your dashboard…

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The Importance and Difficulty of Introductions


It’s happened to everyone.

The setting varies. A new school, a job interview, getting stuck talking to a drunken stranger at that party your friend dragged you along to, only to disappear within ten minutes of arriving. Regardless of the setting, it has happened, and will happen to everyone. The dreaded question.

“So, tell me a bit about yourself?”

In your head, it’s laughably easy. In your head, you’re so sophisticated and charming that you put James Bond to shame. You’re ready with a list of favourite everythings and can remember every achievement all the way back to your glorious win in the kindergarten egg and spoon race.

But a funny thing happens. You open your mouth with the intention of dazzling the person who asked this wretched question, and suddenly, a black hole forms in your mind, sucking every bit of information about who you are, what you like and dislike, until you’re left with a slight whistling sound as air is sucked in through your gaping, unspeaking mouth.

Why is it so goddamn hard to tell someone about yourself?

I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, the problem is something that I’ve had all my life; I don’t know where to start because there is just so much I want to say. The well-intentioned customer I’m serving who asked what I’m studying at university doesn’t want to hear about the mid high school life crisis I went through to arrive at that decision, I tell myself. But my mouth has worked out a way to disconnect itself from my brain, and so the whole story comes spilling out. There is just so much to say, and so much I want to discuss and connect with people about, and so very little time to do it. My brain, forced in a split second to choose what few tidbits of information to tell people shorts out like a dodgy fuse, leaving me stuttering and incoherently mumbling.

“I’m a properly functioning human being!” I want to yell. “My brain just runs like a three year old who’s chugged a bottle of raspberry cordial and my mouth is the exhausted mother trying to keep up!”

This is the oh so familiar problem that I’m facing as I type this, my very first blog post on my very first blog. How do I compact nineteen years of human experience into a post that’s short enough to hold your attention? How do I capture who I am in a nutshell? How do I not, as my mother so eloquently puts it, “give the epic novel edition” and instead give it to you bite size?

After starting this post over five hours ago, I think I’ve arrived at a solution. I’m going to give you some basic information about me, but to make it interesting enough for me and for you, it’s not going to be the standard “where I live, what I do, what I want to be when I grow up.” No, my friend, it’s going to be what I deem important that you know about me. The things guaranteed to ensure we get along just fine if we talk about them. As we go along, I’ll reveal some of that more basic, boring information that I aforementioned, but only if you wish. Don’t ask, don’t receive.

So, here we go. Imagine me sitting down in front of you, with a grin (because I believe that if you go in with a smile, your work is already half done.)

Hello there, my name’s Casey. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I already know it.

I am a obsessive person by nature, and there are certain things that will never fail to hold my attention.

Firstly, I absolutely adore the British rock trio Muse. I first discovered them back in 2008, and haven’t stopped discovering them since. I love mostly classic rock and alternative music, but am really just a fan of music overall. I love the escape it provides from mundane life, the creative environment which it inspires and the hope it provides for people who have no other outlet to turn to.

I’m also completely enthralled with BBC’s Sherlock and Doctor Who. I’ve always found it very easy to become emotionally invested in movies and TV shows, and these two series have ensnared me the deepest. They provide me with another exit from reality, a hour (or so) long trip into the magical worlds of time travel and crime fighting in London.

I collect quotes. All kinds of quotes; the inspirational, the depressing, the beautiful, the insane and even the plain ol’ weird ones. I like to see how other people interpret and deal with situations and contrast them with my own experiences. Some people have such a way with words, and that in turn inspires me to create my own.

I think that should be it for now. I’ll leave you to process this longer than anticipated post. But, before I do, may I ask something of you, my dear reader? Oh go ahead, you can do it.

Tell me a little about yourself?