drop der bass

Proof that dubstep causes suicides.
Also, why is Jordan Peele such a babe?

vom com!

Dear readers (all 12 of you),
Because I am a self-amused idiot with nothing better to do, apparently (and also I just can't let jokes die), I for some reason have a tumblr celebrating projectile vomit. So, if puke humour is your thing, lez b frenz, and let the riotous puke party begin!

http://fuckyeahprojectilevomit.tumblr.com/

in the court of the crimson cat.

random 8am mumblings.

the thing about waking up from lifelong ignorance is that once you see something, you can't unsee it. once you know, you can't not know. the injustice, the inherent harm of capitalism, the absolute corruption, the racism and inequality weaved into the fabric of our society by way of programmed fear, the greed, the hatred, the fucking inhumanity… once it all becomes apparent, and you look into the raging, black eye of the machine, you can never be blissfully ignorant ever again, and that's why so many of us choose to remain willfully unaware. "i don't follow politics. did you see last night's episode of Dexter?" because even though deep down, way in the bottom of our hearts we know the whole world is paying the price for our privilege, it is so much more convenient for us to keep living our lives the way we're used to, follow the yellow brick road, turn a blind eye, drink your espresso and eventually die without having to face ourselves, without having to make real use of our most precious virtue, and the only virtue common to our entire species  - our humanity. 

Happy birthday Nikola Tesla !!

Tesla was born "at the stroke of midnight" with lightning striking during a summer storm. He was born to a Serbian family in Smiljan near Gospić, Lika, (the Military Frontier of Austria-Hungary, now in Croatia). The midwife commented, "He'll be a child of the storm," to which his mother replied, "No, of light." Tesla was baptized in the Old Slavonic Church rite. His Baptism Certificate reports that he was born on June 28 (Julian calendar; July 10 in the Gregorian calendar) 1856

(10 July 1856 – 7 January 1943)

 Drunk History: Nikola Tesla, starring John C. Reilly and Crispin Glover

"Dead Man's Boner," or, "How Ryan Gosling wormed his way into my panties: a short story."

The other night, after a long, perfectly lovely day of wine, music, giggles, and other peoples' animals, my man friend and I were in bed, smack dab in the middle of a very pleasant boner-trading session, when he looks at me and says, with a charming grin on his face: "Guess who we're listening to right now," referring to the music in the background, which by that point had become a warm swirl of random notes and frequencies licking softly at my eardrums, and resonating in other more uh... squishy parts of my body. So I took a moment to listen and considered it. The voice didn't sound familiar at all, but I was enjoying the haunting melodies and creepy back-up children's choir. 

"Hmm... I'm really not sure," I said.

"...Ryan Gosling! Ha ha!"

"... yeah right."

Oh, The Gos (our lady-killing patron saint of James North? http://hamiltonryangosling.tumblr.com - lest we forget). He always seems to find a way into people's pants one way or another, doesn't he? And that night, sweaty and naked and none the wiser... he found his way into mine. I guess that's what happens when you're a smooth operator: girls who wouldn't look twice at you seem to find themselves unwittingly victims of your deceitful charms.

Some girls at that point would have probably closed their eyes and silently swooned, maybe imagining some scene from The Notebook, privately wishing our titular Romeo in place of their partner. Instead, I giggled at the absurdity of it all, trying to shoo Ryan Gosling's smarmy, brooding badger face out of my mind and get back to the (much handsomer) one in front of me. 

As hilarious as it was (and as dirty and violated as I felt), his music is, I loathe to say... actually pretty fucking amazing and lovely! If you love Timber Timbre as much as I do, you'll love this.

                                                       Dead Man's Bones - "My Body's A Zombie For You":

...But that doesn't mean I want him smarming his way into my panties. Goddamnit, you don't own every girl's vagina, Gosling! You and your perfectly sexy bedroom music, why I oughta... I f*cking hate you.

By the way, a gosling is a baby goose. That's right. A baby goose. Not so sexy now, is it? Unless you put a wind-swept dirty blonde wig on it and give it a v-neck t-shirt.

(For the record, Lars and the Real Girl is a really, really amazing movie. Okay?)

Also, this video is super great:

TITACULAR!

Sick of boring, plain ol' tits? Here's your new fetish, bucko! Enjoy!

TIT THINKS IT'S PEOPLE!

markus worm storm is short and fat. whatever that means.

Major fucking hard-on material:




✝ DIE ANTWOORD ✝ Fish Paste ✝




✝ DIE ANTWOORD ✝ Wat Pomp ✝

summerrrrrr

where are you now my dum dum boys, are you alive or dead?

Amazing, slow-burning boner of a song.

In case you didn't know this little tidbit, The Idiot was the soundtrack to Ian Curtis' death.

"Unlike the uncertainties that surround the deaths of other rock legends like Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, and the disappearance of Manic Street Preachers lead singer Richey Edwards, the pieces of Curtis’ suicide seem to be thoughtfully considered and placed.  Before hanging himself in the kitchen, he watched a a favorite film, Werner Herzog’s 'Stroszek,' and listened to Iggy Pop’s album “The Idiot,” which was still spinning on the turntable when he was found."

 - Playtonic Dialogues