Dear loyal followers of my extremely important tumblr: I have failed at this. I am nowhere near as good at gathering beautiful tchotchkes and generating slick commentary as you lot, so I might as well cry uncle. *I’m not a normal-Tumblr-haver. It’s not going to happen. *

Instead I made a Tumblr where all I do is post one minute (or less) of music that I composed and recorded that very day! It’s a sort of a project, you see. And given that I’ve tried to remove or minimize any obstacle to me actually doing this, you might actually get some content from me. Sure, it might be a cutup of me playing a public xylophone. But at least you’ll know I exist!

Please follow:

EAR YEAR

Last night, I saw these guys do ROBOCOP Live!

There isn’t a video of that one yet, but this ten-minute clipshow of their Back To The Future stage show should be enough to give you some idea of what I just experienced.

Seriously? You know what? God. You know what? Know what? You know what? You know what? Know what? You know what? You know what?

Dear Laffy Taffy, Inc.,

I recently acquired some Laffy Taffys, and I wish to report these taffys to you as insufficiently laffy. I cordially request a replacement taffy, one whose laffiness befits its name.

Aside from the above joke about banks keeping secrets, the offending taffy also featured “WHAT DID YES SAY TO NO? MAYBE!“ 

As you can imagine, I expect more from my taffy experience, especially when the taffy is prominently advertised as “laffy” above all other characteristics a taffy might possess. I suggest that you ship me a replacement taffy at your earliest convenience, ohe whose laffs are more trenchant, topical, or, at the very least, workmanlike. Otherwise, I will be forced to pursue litigation, and I don’t think either party looks forward to the reading of numerous Laffy Taffy jokes to a grand jury.

If you don’t enjoy the thought of an injunction forcing you to change your name to “Scoffy Toffy”, “Chuckle Chunks”, or “Shruggies”, then I recommend you comply with my request. Replacement taffys can be sent to the return address on this envelope.

Yours sincerely

DIPLOMATIC SHARK

P.S. Aside from the aesthetic shortfall of the laffs on these taffys, there are also severe scientific misrepresentations: for instance, bees are articulated arthropods, and therefore cannot “sit on” anything, let alone “THEIR BEE-HINDS”.

Max Richter - On The Nature Of Daylight

Worth pausing your scrolling.

ohtazer:

As I was reading this list, all of my happy visions involved other people. And I kind of prefer it that way indignantly as I got to the second-to-last. I mean, if we have less bullshit, having more people around becomes a lot more fun.

Besides that, FUCK YES.

Fewer people.