< syntax> I saw a linux kernal run in javascript one time.
< syntax> Don't underestimate javascript.
< Bucket> http://dontunderestimatejavascript.tumblr.com/
< syntax> oh my god...
I ain’t no dang curator
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:
me: "What would I have to do for you to cut my dick off?"
her: "Ask me to cut your dick off, on your deathbed, or something?"
td: If you think your local Andy Griffith is a greedy pig because he retired in his forties and built an addition to his garage with your tax money, try hanging out with a guy who eats $400 crabs, throws himself $5 million parties <http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/29/business/yourmoney/29deal.html> where he is serenaded by Rod Stewart and Patti Labelle <http://dealbook.nytimes.com/2007/02/14/inside-stephen-schwarzmans-birthday-bash> (who sang "Happy Birthday"), and then compares the president to Hitler when word leaks out that he might have to pay taxes at the same rate as a firefighter or a kindergarten teacher.
jz: but he created so many taffeta-hanging jobs
jz: with his parties
td: I
td: I can't take it anymore
td: This is why people shut down to staying informed at all
td: this country is so fucked
jz: should we kill them all yet?
jz: i keep waiting for you to agree with me
td: Sure, I'm down with killing them
jz: ok how do we do it
td: Use their own guns to kill them somehow
jz: so just get them bored enough, basically
td: yep
td: Just build the world's biggest TV screen for a tea party rally, throw on America's Got Aids, then drop 8 million gallons of pudding on them
jz: but they'd just all eat the pudding
jz: scraping it off the wheels of each others' hoverounds, etc
td: A rabid mob of pudding-starved zombies
td: "PUDDANGZ!!!!!"
jz: PODDUNG
td: BUDDAG
jz: BLBGRH HRRPH RON PAUL
td: hahahaha
jz: BGHRLB PODDUNG THE GAY AWAY
td: GLOMPH MOMPH DEBT CEILING
jz: GRLMPH HMGPPH HORFF NOT DICKS
jz: ALGPHGTH WELFARE MOMF
td: we should somehow share this chat of ours with others
I was born in the wrong era; I would love to have been a teenager when Blink 182, New Found Glory and Green Day were on the radio, not fucking Justin Beiber and Rebecca Black.
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