Wax on, Wax off.
Since practically all research done into “wut happuns wen u fuk wit ur sleap sykls” ends with “you get permanently more dumb” I should probably stop doing this. Should I? I should. Right? more permanently dumb? you get… the. you catch it. the dumbs. you catch the dumbs.
Dear United States!
Congratulations on taking a step out of the dark ages and a little closer to the civilisation we have been promising our children since 1918! Still a little cranky about your Jesus obsession and by the way, fuck kansas, but on the whole? Good job, guys!
Dear brain; fuck off. I need sleep. Nobody wants to talk to you, it’s 6 o’clock in the fucking morning. Both you and me would be much less neurotic and way more chill if you just co-operated a little with the sleep; 2 hours isn’t enough for anyone anywhere.
Disorganic Invites You To Play A Game!
…In which Disorganic enjoys two nested conceits: [[MORE]] Let’s play a wonderful game! A game of pretend! A game of Smoke, Mirrors, Bullshit and Magic Tricks! Bear with me; there may will be big words and hidden meanings. By which I mean really obvious meanings because some of you are pretty thick and I don’t want you to miss how I’m totes a master of symbolism and...
A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst....– — Sam Harris, on stem cell research. (via lentilbacon)
Thirty / Bonsai Tree.
I’m not good at birthdays. I’ve had some good ones, but they’re good _despite_ the passing of the year, not because of it. I’d like to write “Birthday” In the pro column for once. This years was more bruising than most; 30. So I wrote down something I wanted, so I can think about it over the next few days and see how the fuck I’m going to get it.[[MORE]] ...
Plus ça change plus c'est la même chose!
Made a boy angry again. whoops.
Did Americans in 1776 have British accents?
slutmobile: nickpatrick: Reading David McCullough’s 1776, I found myself wondering: Did Americans in 1776 have British accents? If so, when did American accents diverge from British accents? The answer surprised me. Read More
Awesome. A foot full of broken glass. That’s what I needed. Thanks, universe.
How it works #139
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon… (interrupted by applause) we choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone,...
Updates should not screw up functionality. Go back to the newsfeed that worked like a RSS list with manual filters. Do not apply your shitty algorithms. Now I have to waste time finding the “unfuck my feed” button and feeling like one of those whiny morons from when timeline showed up. ugh. not quite as irritating as the ribbon menu, though. If I ever meet the person who greenlit that,...
Life is bizarre. I can only be grateful that it continues to be so. The world turns.
Why we should use the Oxford Comma
incitatus-ebooks: tenderstatue: bowtiesinthedungeon: A direct quote from The Times newspaper, talking about a Peter Ustinov documentary and saying that: “highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800-year-old demigod and a dildo collector”. Forever reblog. okay fine i’ll start using the oxford comma i’m convinced More fucking shitty syntax....
house of insomnia: Famous Novelists on Symbolism... →
It was 1963, and 16-year-old Bruce McAllister was sick of symbol-hunting in English class. Rather than quarrel with his teacher, he went straight to the source: McAllister mailed a crude, four-question survey to 150 novelists, asking if they intentionally planted symbolism in their work. Seventy-five authors responded. Here’s what they had to say. This Is fucking amazing. Seriously. Richard...
And that alone is love, that which never becomes something else.– Kierkegaard (via nevver) nevver, because everything nevver puts up is awesome.
This is awesome!
I was raised on a farm in Mooresville, Indiana. My mama died when I was three,...– John Dillinger to Billie Frechette in Public Enemies