My weird Tamagotchi experiment

A few weeks ago, I bid for an original, 1996-1997 Tamagotchi on eBay. It’s the same kind I had as a second grader, and I was curious what it would be like to try to “raise” this “cyber pet” as an adult in 2014.

After replacing the battery (an arduous journey in itself), I pulled the tag out and hatched an egg. I named my Tamagotchi Jennifer. She’s now ten days old and I carry her wherever I go, trying to remember to take care of her when I can. Every couple hours, I feed her, clean her poop, play games with her, turn off her light when she’s sleeping, and discipline her when she acts out (yeah, “disciplining”—no one remembers that particularly fascinating and bizarre mechanic).

A big part of this ongoing experiment has been me tweeting about her life, which is an absolutely ridiculous and obnoxious thing to do, but the act of creating a narrative around this strange thing has made me feel more invested in what happens to her. It’s also been interesting to see the reactions of other people to this experiment, which range from “what the fuck are you doing” to visceral nostalgia to intrigue (mostly from game designers or people who are into internet art).

She’ll die. Maybe soon. I actually have no idea when, but I think some existential doubt will start appearing in her Twitter feed as they begin entering my own mind.

If you want to follow along in Jennifer’s life story, you can do so here.

amajor7:

my queen
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my queen

1980’s Businesswoman Comics by Kate Beaton

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1980’s Businesswoman Comics by Kate Beaton

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1980’s Businesswoman Comics by Kate Beaton

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One of the weirder things I did last weekend was when I was in Flushing with my friends Christina and Brennan. We had been eating nonstop for a few hours when one of us (me) half-jokingly suggested that we should get foot rubs together, and next thing you know we were walking down a dingy flight of stairs to a strange basement, where we followed signs with hand-drawn pictures of feet until we found some people who pointed us towards a dark room.

"What if we all accidentally get happy endings???" was obviously a thought that crossed my mind but like every other time, I ignored it.

The dark room had pink walls and was decorated with Christmas lights, and there were two old Chinese people already getting foot rubs. They were asleep. I was wearing a dress and tights so someone handed me a pair of sweatshorts that said BROOKLYN in cursive. I changed behind a curtain, about a foot away from a naked person getting a full body massage.

I went back out into the dark pink room and sat in between Christina and Brennan in our separate chairs. Three burly Chinese men came out, each with a vat of Vaseline. They got to work destroying our feet, and it alternated between feeling ticklish and extremely painful. Unfortunately I think I’m deceptively stoic in the face of pain so the dude rubbing my feet unwittingly tore me to pieces.

The Chinese men were confused by how non-Chinese Christina and I were and made fun of us for it, but thankfully Christina, who is a much better Asian than me, gave them shit in return. Everyone made fun of Brennan because he’s white.

After 30 minutes the timers went off and it was over. I couldn’t tell if my feet felt better or worse. The two old people that were getting massages beside us were still asleep. Actually they might have been dead.

We each paid $10 plus tip.

So yeah Flushing is pretty cool, you should totally check it out sometime.

kickstarter:

Hey New York! We’re hosting another Kickstarter Open House on March 20th. Whether you’re making a film, designing a fashion line, launching an app or anything in between, no creative idea is too weird, big or small. Come hang out!

RSVP required.

This is me pretending to know how to plan an event!!!! Anyway, it’ll be fun. You should come.

Today I bought Dark Souls II and also a new lipstick so get ready for my new YouTube video series of videogame/make-up combo reviews

Yo I was just in Iceland.

Once I process the skyr-flavored thoughts swirling around in my brain I’ll write them down.

kfan:

Dear Santa. I need some advice for how to make Pokemon real. Why do I need some advice because I can not get Pokemon out of my mind. I need a very good answer. If you have a answer please send a messag back

From Kinnell

My 8-year-old wrote an off-season letter to Santa because he’s so sad and stressed about the fact that he might never get to have a real Pokemon in his life 

Me too dude. Me too.

panacirema:

ok I shouldn’t call this “emo” that’s incredibly reductive. i listened to this movement on repeat for like 6 months in high school. it involved a lot of sobbing on my bed in the dark (((being closeted is hard, thank god that’s over))). so much that now if i listen to this piece i return a bit to those emotions/that time despite myself. also i am thinking about how i basically grew up listening only to classical music so i have mostly no idea about pop culture of that era. i’m a little better now maybe? people talk about formative songs in their childhoods but i latch onto these pieces instead.

Fun fact: Katherine and I met when we played this piece together when we were like 17. I can’t even listen to it anymore because it’s too intense, in the best of ways.

This weekend I made a hat about my feelings.

This weekend I made a hat about my feelings.

So this is what it looks like inside the subway right now.

LUNCH PICS 2014

Q

Anonymous asked:

I think you need plastic surgery.

A

Q

Anonymous asked:

a sudden feeling came over me to tell you that i hope you never, ever get plastic surgery.

A

Teaching John about GIFs on Tumblr.

Teaching John about GIFs on Tumblr.