augiemania
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A fear submitted by cyranotorus and KattGuttz to deep dark fears.
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“The universe is a million billion light-years wide, and every inch of it would kill you if you went there. This is the position of the universe with regards to human life.” — Martin Amis (via)(via deadniggastorage)
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Just found this via the audio.js demo pages. This is incredible.
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booty had me like
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Possible Vandalism on Twitter
Inspired by the recent wave of twitter accounts based on Parliament Edits, I began looking into making my own version for Staten Island’s governmental buildings. As I was trying to think of a way to get the IP range of these buildings, I figured that knowing when Wikipedia is anonymously edited by someone is pointless. Sure, the occasional staffer might be revealed to make their employer look a little better, but ultimately, who cares if a security guard like to proofread Lists of Lists?
What’s more interesting to me is Wiki-Vandalism. So I decided to track the feed of edits marked as “potential vandalism”. As someone who has vandalized Wikipedia (for lols and lulz), I know that usually these edits are funny and sometimes offer a ton information about the vandal or the item whose article is being vandalized.
This feed is published to the Possible Vandalism twitter account.
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Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl.
There are only fake geek boys.
Science fiction was invented by a woman.
Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.
Isaac Asimov.
yo mary shelley wrote frankenstein in 1818 and isaac asimov was born in 1920 so you kinda get my point
Hate to be the one to burst this bubble but Frankenstein is about as much of a sci-fi book as twilight is a horror book.
That is to say, it isn’t.
(via vukizzle)
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life is a bitch cos she make u get real af asap
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Understanding Millennials (or any other youth generation) is very simple: A Quick Guide
First one needs to understand that despite all niches and subcultures there are two primary cultures. One that is interested in “high culture” and one that is interested in “low culture”. Please note that I am using “high” and “low” not as a value judgement, but as a distinction. There is no “better” just different.
Secondly, make a product that appeals to one of these cultures in the broadest sense. Bud Light or Duvel. Pitbull or Lorde. Transformers or The Fault in Our Stars. It’s important to know that the actual quality of these products matters very little so long as the air of a particular culture exists.
Once you can potentially appeal to 50% of the planet, calibrate your marketing to maximize your profit.
In terms of marketing to youth groups (like Millennials, Gen X, Hippies/Baby Boomers, etc), it should have a tinge of subversiveness to cater to their instinctual process of questioning the generation or two before them. Did their parents fight in a war? Make your product appeal to peace. Did their parents have a free-spirit? Your product should be stringent. Were their parents rich? Show how your product is “of the streets”. You get the idea.
This is very simple. Remember, "The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist." Which is why we have corporations telling us how they “don’t understand youth culture”. They do, very well, obviously.
(via newyorker)
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Catching up: 2014 Vol 1
Tonight I played Golf, it was video game golf, but I’m playing more. Friday afternoon I (in real life) play my second round of 18 holes this summer. I’m excited because I like playing golf. I need golf shoes. And a glove. Shoes first. Then new clubs. Oh and a shirt. And shorts.
I’ve spent a great deal of time researching how to get all my wacky websites displayed on a wall, and then Chris showed me this and I couldn’t be happier. I’m pledging to this Kickstarter for one, maybe two of these screens. I had a grief email exchange with Josh?, Jake? who is behind the project and I’m happy to know that I’ll be able to submit my work to their ecosystem. It’s an app-store-like environment where you download art onto your screen via a phone app. I’m looking forward to this.
I need to put aside a day one weekend and
paint the hallwaymake myself this hat that will prevent aliens from communicating with or controlling me. Basically, you take an aviation hat and tape (yes tape) 7 or so layers of this super-insulated material to the inside. It’s pretty intense.Things to buy: This shirt, this book, these sunglasses, and these shoes.
Question: Stay the course and wait for a promotion at a steady job, or jump ship for a butt-load of money?
I need hockey season to start again ASAP. This season I begin my mission to visit every NHL team’s arena. I’m also catching the last ever Rangers/Isles game to be played in Nassau Coliseum. That’s really cool. Other potential Rangers road games I’m seeing: Boston, Carolina, Buffalo, Washington, Philadelphia. I’ll probably hit up 2 of these.
I have this stupid newsletter account thing and I have no subscribers. So I’ve written nothing. I have nothing to write, Don’t subscribe to it else you’ll force me to figure something out.
Things I’ve made this
quarteryear: AWESOME FLYING DRAGONS, CAT VORTEX,Things I need to continue doing: SCAN PORTRAITS
Things I need to finish soon: HAGAKURE
Things I need to start: #GOUTLIFE MANUAL
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There’s no way that anyone who claims to be nostalgic for the 90s was even alive then because that decade was the worst shit
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everyday fine art when u master peace
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I stood behind her and her scent intoxicated me. I smirk to myself, because it always does. Today was different, if only slightly. Maybe it was the weather, her scent, slightly musky, her skin glistening in the twilight of another setting sun on another commute home.
As we waited for the ferry’s crew to let us off the boat, we packed in a little tighter. I grew ravenous with desire for her. I licked my lips. I was resolved. Damn everybody who shared this commute with us, I would kiss her for she was mine.
I firmly grasped her shoulders and playfully bit her shoulder before offering it a passionate kiss. She turned around and said,
"What the fuck are you doing, who are you?" She pushed me away, sending me into a small latino man, knocking us both down before the crowd of impatient commuters.
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and I will piss in all of them.
(via sexpertjaneblow)
