A Babylonian letter complains: "I wrote that pots needed to be brought over - but instead you sent straw! My lord, why did you send this?" This happened because the cuneiform signs for "pots" and "straw" are almost identical.
Once again I am thinking about the time when Stravinsky went to see Charlie Parker at Birdland and Bird interpolated the opening of the Firebird Suite into ‘Koko’ and Stravinsky got so pumped he spilled his drink all over the three rows behind him
Pitchfork had a news blurb about Tool and I clicked it idly only to find the single worst photo not just of Maynard, but possibly of anyone in human history
Level one ("Mids"): the weed store's branding represents a direct aspect of or interaction with the product. There are no pretenses here, nor are there murals of Peter Griffin holding a bong. Abstraction level: zero.
Learned today that the Dwarf Fortress community came up with a mechanic so ethically horrifying—a system for mass-asphyxiating mermaids to profit off of goods crafted from their skeletons—that the creator himself said “absolutely not” and nerfed the value of mermaid bones
The last lines are hilarious. Guy’s like “there’s no way George remembers me or the reason behind the name” and George is like “it makes me think about my friend :)”
Zoe Kravitz named her FURY ROAD character "Toast" in honor of a beloved crew member, who got that nickname from his penchant for French toast. George Miller told the real Toast that news on the first day of shooting:
Since there’s Beavis and Butthead, I’d like to say that my favorite single moment in music criticism is when, while watching that Björk video where she dances around on a flatbed truck in Midtown, Butthead observes “This chick is out of her gourd”
Level four ("That Concrete"): overwhelming semiotic anarchy. Our power to understand is precisely as zero-quantitied as our power to add or detract from the universe around us. Abstraction level: what if we get to Heaven and the throne of the Lord lies empty?
@rachelmillman
misread a recipe and put 1.5 cups instead of 0.25 cups of rum in a stew, which made my apartment smell like a distillery for two days, yielded almost inedible results, and dealt with a half-drunk cat after she got into the leftovers
For those uninitiated, there were 33 copies of this album ever printed, all on cassette, in 1994, and it’s been assumed to be lost for the almost 30 years since then
RIP to David Crosby, a true poster and hater-ass individual. Any time anyone brings up the Doors I think about “god I hope not !” and laugh (so I don’t have to think about the Doors)
@FarewellRuins
@rachelmillman
I did not technically plan to keep them, but I did drink the rest of the bottle of rum out of regret and shame, which caused me fall asleep and leave the remnants out on the stove. at which point this little meat-thief came in and went to town
Level three ("Gas"): the weed store's branding is bereft of real-world context, tied up entirely in signifiers and shibboleths. The knowledgeable can dissect this noun phrase but its presence represents a fundamental antagonism between sign and signified. Abstraction level: whoa
for the longest time I thought the Beatles' Lord of the Rings would've had the four lads as the Hobbits, but it's much funnier knowing that while Paul wanted to be Frodo and Ringo wanted to be Sam, John and George were pushing for Gollum and Gandalf respectively.
Level two ("Haze"): the weed store's branding is funny or purposely ironic, or reliant on resulting or second-order effects of weed, to distance itself from the product inside. Abstraction level: minimal, tasteful.
@bevtgooden
The lead singer of the Offspring, after he got famous, went back and finished his Ph.D. in molecular biology, with a doctoral thesis on the evolution of HIV
One time I was smoking weed with a friend and he went totally quiet for like four minutes and then broke the silence with “if Dianne Feinstein opened a stereo store in the Finanical District she could call it DiFei’s FiDi Hi-Fi”
in this photo, this man is:
• blinking
• sporting a haircut that makes him look like he has pigtails, even though he doesn’t
• looking deeply, deeply unhappy
• wearing a sport coat that looks like it was made from the skins of Marshmallow Peeps™
@notquitereal
either it’s a preposterously elaborate fake made on old equipment by very serious musicians, one of whom sounds just like Efrim, or it’s real. it feels real
one of the truly vertigo-inducing things about America is that the set of people whom society gives a monopoly on legal violence are also absolutely convinced that said society never gives them anything
For the non-nerds among you, please know that increasing product velocity via a total codebase rewrite is a bit like increasing teen sexual abstinence rates by replacing high school with The Free MDMA and Condoms Zone
@caliredandgreen
@mcmansionhell
There’s no report of it being taped, but you can hear him do something similar on this recording, where he opens the solo (starting around 1:48) with a horn part from the second movement of The Rite of Spring
@Boringstein
it matches everything we know about the tape—lots of singing, four-track recording, and corresponds to the snippet uploaded a few years ago
this tweet from
@ka_waltz
inspired me to sit down and make this a website. it generates you random tarot cards with randomly-chosen Achewood panels and it has brought me a lot of joy
if you use hard drugs I will buy you fentanyl test strips, no questions asked, as many as you need. you can DM me and do it there or I can give you my Signal number if you want a more secure method of communication. I am extremely serious
Still think one of the funniest things in rap ever is when Birdman hired an old Italian guy to do monologues on his album about respect, honor, and the importance of integrity in business, and then didn’t pay him
I have been programming for 25 years and doing so professionally for 16 of those years and I can say that the building/crafting/physics systems in Tears of the Kingdom comprise the single most impressive feat of software engineering of all time
Dude walked into this nearly-empty bar, coughing furiously, sat down right next to me, then started watching a Looney Tunes episode on his phone, full volume
cops: my work requires tremendous personal courage and self-sacrifice
also cops: dear diary, no one appreciates me, I’m going to run away and then they’ll be sorry