Sometimes things that have merit, in themselves, become, when combined, simply idiotic.
(Source: nerviosismo, via tush)
This is a) one of the best things I’ve ever seen and b) a reasonably accurate depiction of the day I got engaged in Frankston.
There are many cultural specifics here that, no doubt, make this trenchant and even funnier.
The fact that I don’t get them doesn’t mean this isn’t fucking boss.
Well-executed Tintin riff/tribute/homage/parody/fuckery?
Pretty much auto-reblog.
(Source: state-of-terror, via indefensible)
Sick Sculptures of the Day: Makeup effects artist Kevin Kirkpatrick untoons Beavis and Butt-head. Not surprisingly, the results are quite creepy.
More here.
[reddit.]
#FactsWithoutWikipedia, Twitter Users Create Their Own “Facts” Without the Use of Wikipedia
The Steve Miller Band were shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in physics for their discovery that “time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future.” #FactsWithoutWikipedia
What’s that?
Why, sure, I’ll tell you what’s in my Target bags.
Among other things, there’s a cocktail shaker, some Crest White Strips and a 12-pack of condoms.
Huh? Why, yes, I am in my house alone listening to old Hall & Oates.
Because, apparently, I’m preparing for an audition as a clinically depressed James Bond.
Of course.
And how’s your weekend winding up?
Talking Heads, “Psycho Killer” alternate take w/ Arthur Russell on cello (1977)
From Will Hermes’ Love Goes to Buildings on Fire:
Had things played out differently, the fourth position in Talking Heads might have gone to Arthur Russell. He was a fan of the band; he had helped them get their first art-scene gig in March at the Kitchen…Russell’s friendship with Talking Heads got him invited to play cello on a take of “Psycho Killer” during the sessions for Talking Heads ‘77 (the band ultimately went with a different version for the album).
This is that take.
Cello killer, qu’est-ce que c’est?
(Source: vastandgrand)
“The worst aspect of my depression is what I’ve come to think of as “black dog time,” when my enthusiasm for anything takes an Acapulco cliff-dive. It’s a hard state of mind to describe— in fact, it’s a hard state of mind to even detect, and even once you have detected it it’s hard to give a damn…
Oh.
That’s depression?
Uh …
[reviews health insurance]
OMG! Adorbz of the Day: Little Chloe takes it upon herself to bid farewell to shoppers at Boston’s Copley Place Mall.
[arbroath.]
Awww.
What? Shut up.
