piet hein, thou art avenged. 1
http://anti-teachings.tumblr.com LEARN IT – KNOW IT – LIVE IT
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 they've got a good collection of ww2 posters at alsaudioillinois.net , if you like this sort of thing.
i miss summer already. >_> not that we Vacationed At Home, at all. i’m glad for the rest from what was starting to seem like constant travelling – it’s improving to go new places, see inimitable things and meet all sorts of new people, but at a certain point i just want to have some time to reorganize, regroup, tend to my garden, putter a little. i am kind of old, after all. i’ve got plenty of puttering to keep me busy, at least. and i also kind of want to play Fallout: New Vegas, although i should really wait till winter. i’m getting rid of a bunch of industrial pieces on etsy, so i’ve got something of a dystopian bug up my butt. speaking of fallout, this looks like five tons of fun:
natural selection in action is all well and good, and all, but i still don’t particularly want winter.
not passive-aggressive, not belligerent or bleating in tone; just a polite, firm “this isn’t yours, so stop touching it.” well played, AWinn6889. i don’t have a garage, but if for some ungodly reason i were talked into buying some abomination of a suburban house, and it came with a garage, i wouldn’t be averse to putting this in it. i’d be the one in the garage most of the time anyway. let’s be real, while we’re dealing with unrealities.
RETRO VESPA LOGO WALL CLOCK in Lounge at Sourpuss Clothing. or, you know, if you have a garage, Swingin’ Reader, you could buy one for yourself.
Ride the bowl with a Vespa – YouTube.
this is not a vespa. also, i’m reasonably certain jules could take that guy. but… he’s still a badass. ^_^
you know, Internet, i do a lot for you, and I don’t ask for anything in return, hardly. I post things that are interesting in as timely a fashion as possible; i always attribute; i tag conscientiously; i provide a source of memetic mutation whenever possible; i affirm positively, rub your feet and fix you delicious bacon…. Not that you notice. I feel pretty certain, Internet, if you wanted me to know you loved me, you would buy me this. * It’s kind of a paltry pittance, considering all the things i could do with it.
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i mean, i don’t know, Internet. it’s so little to ask. if you can’t understand the emotional value of little gestures like this, maybe… maybe we’re just not meant to be together. **
seriously, i love very simple line drawings of costume. what an awesome fun resource, and only 4.95. i’m sold. ^_^
* don’t do this. ** seriously, i’m just kidding. KIDDING. but these beneficiaries of the Good Ol’ Boy System of Advancement, isolated in their tiny, groupthink-echochamber, back-asswards towns – i know a number of them, and they’re all similar – they all seem to be convinced that they are invulnerable no matter what they do.
 pictured: WHAT A GUY. via High School Principal Bullies Gay Student Activist | Addicting Info. FYI, the bullied kid here is straight; his sister identifies as bi, and he considers his forthright action to be addressing her interests as well as those of the general community. so this kid isn’t even getting isolated from his class, harangued, harassed, and physically assaulted because he’s gay; he’s getting it for supporting someone else who is. for having a divergent opinion and refusing to be cowed about it. essentially, for thoughtcrime. some background on the story from Talk About Equality. doesn’t Moser sound like a charming, reasonable guy, even if he IS a fascist son of a whore? (yeah, no, he really doesn’t, i guess.) but before we judge mr. asshole here solely on this basis, let’s put it into perspective a little, courtesy of Christine Faltz Grassman:
see, everybody i’ll give you three guesses. guess fast, though, because we’re all about to find out who the big man is. would you like to send your thoughts on this matter to this piss-poor excuse for an educator? moserm@monroe.k12.tn.us Office: (423) 442-9230 (423) 442-2383 don’t threaten. just be polite. but be clear, too. this guy has noplace whatsoever working with children of any age. period.
….but he’s staring blankly at a TV. chicobag seems to think this is an OK thing to promote. i mean, youknow, i just pointed it out, that’s all. which given their userbase, kind of set off a small storm. well, chicobag of course appreciated the storm of activity. but apparently they don’t like having their more unfortunate choices in contradicting messages pointed out.
no, seriously. see the thread. maybe my message was too subtle. or maybe it was just deliberately glossed over, even though it’s got more likes than any other post in this thread. or maybe it’s fine for the socially responsible to support them when they’ve been wronged by a larger conglomerate… but it’s not okay with them to have their own failings pointed out by those same adherents. hypocrisy: it’s the only thing every single human being on the planet does really well without even thinking about it. it’s not like i’m pissed about it, just … amused. sardonically.
Comic Con 2010: Auntie Entity | Flickr – Photo Sharing!. this is certainly not terrible, but i’m reasonably sure i can do better. the shoulders aren’t the right shape at all, neither is the wig, and she obviously didn’t even try to make the earpieces, which are a vital line of the costume and the easiest part of it in the first place.
O_O i also skipped an hour on my asp project, so i have to do two tomorrow. thank you to DJ boyhollow for the tickets to see the Album Leaf, who we love. they put on such a reliably amazingly great show, it’s a continuing source of astonishment that every show they play isn’t packed to the rafters. many pictures tomorrow. gird your loins, o reader. (you may also wish to gird any lions you may have. i’ve heard stories recently about friends who, completely unexpectedly, seem to have tigers with jetpacks and/or helicopters, so i’m no longer ruling any sort of oddness out as far as flailing felines goes.) my bed sings with a sort of dual-tone low/high female duet sort of voice – if it didn’t sound so voicelike, it’d sound like a bifurcated flute. what does yours sound like? have you ever listened? right now mine’s singing to me. my name has never sounded so good.
Beats Antique’s new album is out. it’s more abstract that their usual fare, and a lot more Out There, probably due to the inclusion of whoever-it-is from Coilhouse ( i like coilhouse for the links and that’s about all; i’d like them a good deal more if they’d keep themselves and their endless self-promotion out of their articles). most of it, really, is too abstract for my taste. for my money, the most popular tracks on it are going to be track 9, Alleyway, which is more traditional and juicier than anything else in the list, and 10, a great remix of We Swarm. YM, of course, MV. you can listen to the whole thing here: http://beatsantique.com/listen/ . i mean, i know it is not that common. it’s more common than it used to be, but it isn’t everyday. i know that to many people, especially people who don’t know any french, the spelling doesn’t make a lick of intuitive sense. seriously, though, when it is RIGHT THERE, i mean LESS THAN 1/4″ OF SCREEN AWAY FROM YOUR CURSOR, for you to copy and paste, and you still manage to screw it up, it starts to look like carelessness.
Our Board of Directors
or, Pretty Much What It Looks Like Inside My Head At Any Given Time stolen from gaiman, here.
you thought chastity belts were different from dentata, didn’t you? you big silly.
went up to Horseshoe Flea Market. Fall edition. Kyle found these:
BITCHIN’ CAMARO, y’all. i found an antique petticoat (probably 1910′s), a skirt covered in kuchi and with handpainted hindustani trim (seriously, it’s fuckin’ amazing) and some 1960′s-era interior car-window decals from various states. and a biscuit cutter: so i can make grit cakes again. the whole cut-it-into-squares-with-a-spatula thing is just not working out for me. i want my grit cakes nice and round and asiago-y and covered in caramelized onions. oh, and an awesome superfuturistic choker which i am totally wearing next year. we went to CorSport (have you been there yet? it’s crazy. now i kind of want the denmob bike. it’s so… battered. it’s lived-in sexy. you know?) and had hot dogs and hung out with DMBK. i came home, chilled for a while, then went to tooey’s to meet up with Kellee and Sean post-zombie crawl and had 2 Moscow Mules, which is plenty. tomorrow i’m going to run to Home Despot early and grab some 2″-thick sheet styro. paint it up with tricolor mod spots, rig it up as targets, grab my bow and head for cheesman’s isolated trees. i don’t really want to use my scary-pointed steel bird points on target practice -and Wasteland Weekend made such an emphatic point of NO LIVE WEAPONS that i didn’t even bother to bring them out there (and of course, as soon as i get there, everyone’s got 50-pound draw longbows and razor-sharp broadhead steels, eyeroll). so, while i was there, i got Fixer to set me up with a little rack of blunt practicers – round-tipped, so they’ll work with stryofoam and softish targets, but only bruise anything else, as long as they’re fired from a 30-lb draw or under. like so:
if you feel like shooting or throwing, come out to th’ Chees tomorrow. i’ll be in the trees on the far side of the meadow where Beeto’s team is playing soccer, across from the Pavilion and Three-fountains. come out if you like. you know what should really be more glamorous? gardening. but the charm and appeal of gardening does not lend itself to big, splashy, attention-getting displays, really. the charm of gardening is grounded, in a literal sense; wholesome, low-key, pragmatic. i’m cutting some home-grown chives to use for dinner while i turn this concept over in my mind for feasibility as a project. dinner is bacon-wrapped sausage/roasted garlic/chive paté. sort of like mini terrines, really. i haven’t eaten much meat lately, so it’s what i feel like. that, and probably some cheese toast. not that i don’t wish i could wrap just about everything in bacon.
that’s right, it’s a Bacon-Wrapped Twinkie-Henge. i’m going to let it be glamorous enough for now. but i’m not forgetting about this. don’t think i am. well. i’ve come right up to the edge of being able to cheat my way around the fact that G+ hasn’t released API yet. *sigh you guys are just going to have to deal with me plusing up blogposts until i actually do find a cheat, or the API comes out, whichever happens first. speaking of coming out, have some delicious mancandy! hot librarian men in a neatly-packaged consumer-friendly 2012 format.
a tip of my rakish hat to Xeni. (if you don’t know who she is and really need to be handfed a link in order to find her, you’re doin it rong. ) well played. i will resist the number of alternate comments that came to mind, such as Y HALO THAR AMBOLANCE or the last thing Jules needs is someone to reassure everyone else that she has a penis or now i kind of want to jump off a tabletop for fun or, in the case of the latter, the inevitably following Y HALO THAR AMBOLANCE. just… well played. help me test it out by leaving a comment here. the app should not post on, or otherwise interfere with, your newsfeed, and it certainly doesn’t harvest any info other than that which fbook uses to operate normally. if it does, let me know ASAP. G+ is up next: give me a few to implement it and we’ll test that one out. |
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i’m glad to have something to practice with that i’m not worried about screwing up, really. and not that this ought to matter – but HEY, I NOTICED, OKAY – it’s astonishing how well they match the tribe danglies on my bow.
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