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I KNEW IT! Cats are always up to no good, I tells yas!!!
Pure internet gold. That was a mashup of The Prodigy’s classic “Smack My B*tch Up” and Superchunk’s official music video for “Crossed Wires”; the originals of which are embedded below:
The fact I like this furthers my suspicion that this may be what we all suspected the internet was made for:
Well, if smartypants Jeopardy contestant, Babu Srinivasan confirms it, how can it be wrong?
I have always had a hard time using the word, but would this be classified as, cute?
Because when I think of a sloth, this is the first thing that comes to mind:
I blame video games! Must have pumped that thing full of slugs dozens of times…
Who am I kidding, you’re all right, sloth. Here’s to you, gentle creature.
…Still unsure about that cuteness factor though.
Meet 82-year-old Montana artist, Gary Tallman. He gathers firewood each spring and stacks it into intricate mosaics based on size, shape and natural colours. Depending on the type of wood — pine, aspen, cedar, juniper — and how they’re cut, logs actually present quite the variety of hues and textures for someone with the patience and the eye to take advantage of them. Gradually, his artistic medium disappears as they are burned throughout the cold winter months.
‘Donkey Kong‘ Game Style. Dedicated to Robin Williams, a man who loved video games.
Would you like to hear more on this subject? Listen to Alan Watts on Life, Death and Suicide:
Not that knowing the day being somehow synonymous with poetry has any influence whatsoever on anyone’s happiness; just saying, happy…learning something new! I hereby decree today’s slogan; be extra perceptive, seize the day and be sure to capture yourself within it. Here’s a little somethin’ somethin’ I wrote just for the occasion:
Sitting alone
Glimmer of light kissing warmth over me
Don’t take too long my Tomorrow
I have nowhere else to be.
Birds,
Temp Death on the roads
Singing all day
Of the only songs of sorrow they know.
Nightingales,
Deliver me Dreams of delight.
Nightingales,
Save my Soul tonight.
Before the sun meets the dew
We are the same
Awakening to learn the repeated lesson;
Songs of any sorrow pale to songs of a single flame.
Nightingales,
I burn alive.
Nightingales,
I burn.
Man decorating their instruments and vehicles of war is historically ritualistic and an observable occurrence throughout all parts of the world. It is intrinsically human to attach beliefs to certain belongings, and the practice of decorating itself may be a psychological impulse to express some level of our identity through artistic means.
Lord knows, aircrews in World War II facing probable doom certainly didn’t think it would hurt to decorate their planes. Pictures of pinups and pretty girls, typically modeled after the “cheesecake” art of Gil Elvgren, Alberto Vargas and George Petty was a way in which helped the boys get through the war, as attaching a talisman or a good-luck charm to the aircraft was a way of warding off evil, death, and bullets. War-paint for the spirit. Here’s a compile of aircraft nose art depicting classic pin-up girls, for your remembrance, admiration and aesthetic visual pleasure:
Continue reading ‘‘Aircraft Nose Art’ Depicting Classic Pin-up Girls for the Boys’
Gothenburg, Sweden band School impress with the dreamy but precise writing of “So Long”. The track is neat blend of cinematic starry-eyed romanticism and a far-off difficult to approach lo-fi quality that purpose together in a winsome dynamic. “So Long” is out September 1 on Swedish label Luxury Records.

Last night, to end the day, I made myself a hot cocoa, brushed my teeth, and went off to bed. This morning, after splashing my face with cold water, I proceeded to start the day with a hot coffee, as per usual, only the kettle I had made last night’s hot cocoa with was different, it was no longer the silver stainless-steel kettle I’ve had in my possession for the longest time, no, it was now some cheap piece of plastic thingy. Coming face to face with an unfamiliar object in your space of comfort isn’t alarming, it’s just, weird.
Between the hours of me going to bed and waking up, someone broke into the house and stole the stainless-steel kettle. Not only that, but they replaced it, which is incredibly frustrating and so not cool. No note, message or explanation. Trolling on a criminal level. Psychological mindfuck games. WHY?!
Someone stole the kettle. Television, computers, microwave, game systems; all OK and in their rightful places, but the kettle… I can’t even… If you are reading this, guy, fuck you. They both boil water. If you already had one why take mine? But worse is you exchanged it. You could have had two. Better still, I wouldn’t have had to think on it, you mad genius fuck you! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DO WEIRD THINGS HAPPEN TO ME?! MY KETTLE! CRIME!!! ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!