thoughts on taylor swift?
There is salt and pepper on every dining table in North America but I would not put them on my ice cream
ok my child, it's time for a sacrifice. as the gods foretold
hold the pressure until it stops moving
if you roll back the ringles just a bit you'll get what George Nixon called 'almond tone'
you gotta get a Big Chumble 2000 and put it in front of an original soviet Grave Cleaner for that sloppy, swirly sound
if you roll back the ringles just a bit you'll get what George Nixon called 'almond tone'
my android assistant when, clutching my throat and sinking to my knees, i reach a hand up and hoarsely demand "the antidote"
Leon Dame @ Maison Margiela Haute Couture Spr/Sum 2024
Dragon Quest critters, ones that I've run into so far on my play of the DQ3 HD-2D. Currently roaming the desert, grillerpillars have been trying to grill my party but glad I got Monster Wrangler's AoE heal at hand. I love the pixel art and overall game is so gorgeous, I want to draw/paint some location art too!
Star Trek Voyager
YOU’RE SO SMOOTH ♡
“Vacillator” by @mothercain, dir. by Hayden Anhedonia and @silkenweinberg
I love when you can tell that a billionaire didn't have anyone on their comms or PR team coaching them, because holy shit you can tell Peter Thiel wrote this one all by himself didn't have anyone go over it because it is insane and paranoid in ways that are immediately off-putting to everyone else. This is peak "dumb guy trying to sound smart" writing.
In 2016, President Barack Obama told his staff that Donald Trump’s election victory was “not the apocalypse”. By any definition, he was correct. But understood in the original sense of the Greek word apokálypsis, meaning “unveiling”, Obama could not give the same reassurance in 2025. Trump’s return to the White House augurs the apokálypsis of the ancien regime’s secrets. The new administration’s revelations need not justify vengeance — reconstruction can go hand in hand with reconciliation. But for reconciliation to take place, there must first be truth. The apokálypsis is the most peaceful means of resolving the old guard’s war on the internet, a war the internet won. My friend and colleague Eric Weinstein calls the pre-internet custodians of secrets the Distributed Idea Suppression Complex (DISC) — the media organisations, bureaucracies, universities and government-funded NGOs that traditionally delimited public conversation. In hindsight, the internet had already begun our liberation from the DISC prison upon the prison death of financier and child sex offender Jeffrey Epstein in 2019. Almost half of Americans polled that year mistrusted the official story that he died by suicide, suggesting that DISC had lost total control of the narrative. It may be too early to answer the internet’s questions about the late Mr Epstein. But one cannot say the same of the assassination of John F Kennedy. Sixty-five per cent of Americans still doubt that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. Like an outlandishly postmodern detective story, we have waited 61 years for a denouement while the suspects — Fidel Castro, 1960s mafiosi, the CIA’s Allen Dulles — gradually die. The thousands of classified government files on Oswald may or may not be red herrings, but opening them up for public inspection will give America some closure. We cannot wait six decades, however, to end the lockdown on a free discussion about Covid-19. In subpoenaed emails from Anthony Fauci’s senior adviser David Morens, we learnt that National Institutes of Health apparatchiks hid their correspondence from Freedom of Information Act scrutiny. “Nothing,” wrote Boccaccio in his medieval plague epic The Decameron, “is so indecent that it cannot be said to another person if the proper words are used to convey it.”
It is my most firmly held belief that these people should not be offered the comforts of a cigarette and blindfold before they are unceremoniously shot.
Kneelimg before the club toilet tonight felt like such a holy act. Removing the glasses, taking off all your rings rolling up your sleeves and finally tucking your necklace back into your shirt. And then repelling everything foul and poisonous ik you back into the depths of a pit.
Someone at an old job asked why I wanted to write up the meeting minutes for our team and I said 'i wanna control the narrative' and they were like 'what' and I pointed out that no one was gonna remember what we said in six months and so my interpretation of the meeting would dictate the assumed reality of what happened
"none of you ever send corrections when I offer the draft so y'all have consented to my version"
"we don't read that shit"
"you must trust me implicitly to create our shared reality that's so sweet"
That's how several coworkers decided I was a supervillain and how I learned several coworkers didn't understand record keeping as like a CONCEPT
Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order - Official Recap Cinematic