Know your roots, son. The old-skool one was all about the 90s combination Sbarros and Arbys.
Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell.
…i may post this daily.
JUDGE ME.
Please choose death. Nothing worse than ravers.
If I had a time machine I would go back to 1994 and sucker punch any and every teenager wearing a pacifier as a fashion accessory. This would take years, even if I only focused my vengence on the upper midwest, hence I didn’t have time for it when I was previously in 1994. Also, I wasn’t the type of teen girl who beat down anybody, but now I’m the type of 30-year old who would consider going all Deathwish on the weekends (if she had a time machine).
Judge me if you will.
Lots of tough choices today…
Pavement makes me nostalgic. Slanted and Disenchanted was one of my first casette tapes to start going loopy a few years ago (after over a decade of frequent use how the tape quality just goes to shit). I still kept it though. Some people keep sentimental photos, I keep casette tapes. More amazing are all the ones that still sound as good as they ever did (not saying much, but hey, what else am I going to play in that walkman).
Pavement - Spit on a Stranger
Honey I’m a prize and you’re a catch and we’re a perfect match like two bitter strangers
Would love to land on the four-corners intersection of Satan, Black Obelisk, Richard Dawkins and Giant lizards. Even better if I can do that and swap Dawkins with Nothing.
There are no females on this list, unless you count God Almighty, nature, or Sauron’s flaming vageyena. Meh.
(via somethingintellectual)
BLACK OBELISK FTW
… I landed on the nothing square.
FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER. SUCK IT.
Richard Dawkins. :|
I think Courtney Love looked sexier then, before she had all the plastic surgery. She wasn’t pretty, but she was interesting looking. She looked like like trouble, sex, and fun. I really hate what she’s made herself into now. It was cool to have a talented woman who didn’t look like a part-time model make it big in the hypersexualized music industry. Then she got lots of money and shat all over that progress just so she could look like a double-wide trailer-park version of playboy bunny.
In stark contrast, Kim Gordon has maintained reasonable dignity relative to other mature female rockers (in spite of being involved in the fashion industry and designing vulgar $400 hoodies for the likes of Urban Outfitters). Oddly, a lot of 90s era rock women seem to end up migrating to fashion (art school types, so maybe not so odd after all). Sean Yseult (50% of why White Zombie was awesome) apparently designed high-end scarves or some shit.
It makes me wonder if Joan Jett designed any overpriced rags for rich bitch boutiques. I’d google around but part of me knows I will die a little if she put her name on $600 pleather shrugs or a signature line of blackheart boy shorts. Ugh.
(via taleeroe)
Damn. Why are awful stereotypes seldom wrong? When I first saw a banner ad on some blog for a “Twicon” I clicked through to gape at the horror of it all (you can pay crazy cash to get your picture taken with Jasper, who has like 4 lines in the first film, and maybe 2 scenes in the second!) but the moment I saw the “masquerade ball” mentioned I involuntarily jumped to a cruel conclusion:
This place will be full of gigantic middle-aged long-haired women who enjoy wearing epic corsets, sausage-casing-like spanks “foundation garments,” and vaguely medieval/gothy looking gowns. Some wiccans will represent for batshits everywhere. Many will be hot-bodied but snaggle-faced teens dressed in cosplay, and some will bring along their tween daughters in some weird bonding ritual (the female equivalent of a dad taking his 12 year old son to a strip club). Pandering geeky men will be there, subserviently dressing in matching cosplay, dutifully holding purses. The entire ballroom will smell like old paperback books, pressed powder, and menstruation.
Either stereotypes are awesome accurate, or I’m psychic as hell:
She’s giving out lifetime passes to her cavernous lurve gulch, abstinent for months, and yet her relationship status says she’s engaged. THIS is the problem with promise rings, kids.
Lights Out: Facebook — not as private as you may have thought.
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The worst part is, you KNOW that guy’s name isn’t “Micheal.”
AHHH OH MY GOD
Six Degrees of Su-Su-Sudio: Using Pandora as Musical Gaydar
“It’s too early to say for sure at just the second degree of “Sussudio,” but it seems like going back in time to invent Phil Collins at the dawn of music would be a good way to destroy all happiness as we know it.” -Su-su-sudio researcher, seanbaby
Ugh. Some of you tumblrs are fucking idiots. I can’t believe someone said these “fat seats” promote obesity. Does handicapped parking promote disabilities? Do wheelchair ramps promote people ending up in wheelchairs? Do swimming lessons for developmentally disabled people promote “swimming like a retard” or does wearing women’s sweat pants with any word spelled across the ass promote chlamydia? Ok, don’t answer that last one.
Why do gestures of accommodation toward obese people piss of the fatphobic people who think obesity is some kind of character flaw or something one falls into due to social encouragement? Seriously, any time someone makes something especially for fat people, somebody says it’s “promoting obesity.” Stores carrying any size over size 12 are accused of “promoting obesity” just for selling people clothes that fit rather then requiring every fatty to wear GLAD trash bags until he or she can whittle down to a weight that qualifies them for basic human rights. Ugh.
Being very obese is a health issue that’s best left between an individual, their doctor, and their therapist (if it’s related to emotional or behavioral issues). Very obese people suffer shame and discomfort trying to fit into the movie theater and airplane seats we all take for granted, and their plight is no different than that of anyone else who is physically differently abled. So if fat chairs and exceptions for companion animals and accessibility features on web sites piss you off or you consider them part of some imaginary propaganda campaign promoting physical diversity among human beings, I say fuck you and your temporarily-abled self. May you have an educational experience someday that gives you some informed perspective on what it’s like to have a health problem or be differently abled.
To the people who suggested benches as an alternative, it would only be a good substitute if there was back support and arm rests (often required for very large people to sit comfortably for extended periods). Most benches not only elminate the back support and arm rests, but they encourage multiple people to share the bench, invading physical space and otherwise making some people less comfortable in a public place. Might seem like a minor thing, but think about it this way: why shouldn’t a very large person be able to have their own seat when they are a customer/patron somewhere, same as a smaller person?
There is always a practical limit to how many such accomodations can be offered (like how many wheelchairs can be on one bus at a time, how many fat seats are installed in a plane versus regular width seats) but the point is that society should do what little it can to make vital services (like public transit) viable for differently abled people. If you’re 350 lb.s, you probably have knee and back pains that would make standing uncomfortably in a subway station a significant deterrant so yeah, this is a health and disability issue.
I’m not fat enough to require a special chair but who knows what my future will hold if I start making mad money and can afford my own mini-donut machine. So the time to campaign for fair treatment of morbidly obese people is now, while I’m socially acceptably hot enough for fatphobes to still listen to me.
Brazilian subways have installed “priority seating for obese people”, with helpful color-coding. Weird, I thought everyone in Brazil looked like Gisele.
Ok, so I did the MIT Personas thing. It’s a nifty tool that supposedly shows how “the internet sees you” based on your name alone. Obviously, the point here is to show how shockingly wrong or amazingly correct the online records associated with your name might be. Luckily for me, I am the most famous person with my exact combination of first and last name so it found some bits about me right off.
However, the first results I got had an enormous “illegal” section and an equally large and frightening “sports” section. I quickly redid it. And redid it. I basically used my same name to get many different results, none of them accurate. It was not very enlightening.
My “online” segment should positively dwarf the rest given how much time I’m online or working on online media projects. My “travel” block should be a sliver because I’m a hermit (see: online all the time, not traveling at all). My fame should be a sliver because nobody knows who I am (see: online all the time, often not using my real name). Illegal should be smaller, but still there for unspecified recreational reasons (no, not drugs… think geekier than that, and recall that I’m online all the time). Religious? Unless a childhood in Catholic school still counts for something, there should be no religion listed (unless it’s saying I’m online religiously). Social? Meh. Professional? So I say in my LinkedIn profile. Medicine? WTF. Aggression and committees? Really? There must be some other Kelly Rued somewhere who reads a lot more News than me.
I don’t know, MIT, Google returns some pretty spot-on results for my name compared to the bullshit I got from Personas. I can’t believe Personas didn’t even mention my massive Twilight macros and lolporn segment. Now I feel like the internet doesn’t even fucking listen when I’m typing. Pfft!