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syntheticpubes:
“We can only wonder if cloud computing may make us nostalgic one day for having a real ‘file’ on the hard drive of one’s own computer—or if silicon brain implants may make us wax poetic for the days when one’s computing happened on a laptop. In the march toward increasing abstraction, whatever we had previously will seem like the real thing.”
— Douglas Rushkoff, Program or be Programmed
pterodactyls:
I had to get in before my name was taken by someone else.
DONE = marissa
filledwithchocolatepudding:
“Why don’t you tell us a little bit about that, Jim?”
i think zoolander character mugatu was modeled after mr. danielewicz.
peace lillies. spathiphyllum.
pterodactyls:
Taylor’s parents sent me flowers! I am dumb at camera and dumber at identifying flowers but I think they’re calla lillies! Pretty!
youdontknowglenncasper:
thedailywhat:
Kickass Cover of the Day: The single most impressive alt-folk Saved By The Bell theme song cover you will hear today, guaranteed.
[reddit.]
this was great, but one part threw me. as he was getting into the second verse at the 1:42 mark he said “right alone in my chair.”
right alone? that doesn’t even make sense. i had always heard/sang “ridin’ low in my chair.” i mean, the kid is trying to lay low in class as to not be seen by the teacher who would undoubtedly asked him to turn in his homework (which, apparently, the dog ate).
so to clarify things, i looked it up online only to find sites that verify both options. wtf, how is this possible?
right alone - incorrect, go to jail you asshole.
ridin’ low - thank you.
since neither of the sites are very credible, listen to the original and decide for yourself.
just remember: a vote for ridin’ low is a vote for america. godspeed.
what bothers me is that he’s on the shitter. i know that bathrooms have great acoustics, but c’mon y’all, it’s a youtube video, not your major label debut. nice shower curtain, by the way.
we have a communal pool at our condo complex. it is pretty small and not that great, but people still go there because, you know, it’s a pool.
over the past weekend someone’s kid was playing in the fountain and “damaged” something, thus requiring the crotchety, old-ass-old HOA president to send…
i love you.