i just had a vivid flashback of those frosty cans of minute maid juice in the black vending machines, i loved the way they looked and sounded. i can hear the cool hum of it, i can see that slab serif font on the black background. i remember thinking, ‘how great to be a grown up, to have money and get cold juice from this machine if you wanted’.
With the ellipses in place, I can’t help but envision Frege as a JRPG character, delivering this as a final parting monologue after collapsing from a tragic, fatal wound
Holy shit just saw an *amazing* stage show stripping down from full spacesuit (to Space Oddity, Schilling’s Major Tom, some Parliament spaceship jam), the helmet only came off at the very end
Holy shit just saw an *amazing* stage show stripping down from full spacesuit (to Space Oddity, Schilling’s Major Tom, some Parliament spaceship jam), the helmet only came off at the very end
How is that physically possible? How do you take off the rest of the suit without taking off the helmet? Doesn’t the top come off over the head?
im putting together a couple of scottish folk mixes bc that’s what i do and im honestly curious if anyone in my country has ever been unequivocally happy about anything ever
scottish trad music genres:
Everyone I Love Is Dead
The English Have Stolen All My Sheep
You Want To Be My Boyfriend? First You Must Answer These Riddles Three
The Protestants Have Stolen All My Sheep
I Love You A Lot But You’ve Left Me And It’s Raining [fiddle solo]
The Sea Is Treacherous, Just Like The English
One Time Bonnie Prince Charlie Punched Me In The Face And It Was Awesome
The Fairies Have Stolen All My Sheep
We have of course the traditional Irish music genres to go with them:
* Everyone I Love Is An Allegorical Representation of Ireland
* The English Stole My Farm And Put Sheep On It
* You Were My Boyfriend But Now You Won’t Even Come To The Window To Look Upon Me And Our Dead Infant Child (In The Rain)
* Whack Fol Too La Roo Umptytiddly Good They’ve Stopped Listening Now Let’s Talk About Revolution
* Something In Irish, I Think It’s About Fairies, Or Maybe A Cow
oooo can I add to this? don’t forget Appalachian folk balladry, the American cousin of Scottish and Irish traditional music and just as uplifting as its Anglo-Saxon highland forbears!!!
genres include:
I Left Everyone I Love Back Home In The Holler To Be With This Guy Who Doesn’t Wear Shoes Or Have Teeth But He Plays A Mean Jug
The English Told Us Not To Move West Yet, We Ignored Them, My Entire Family Was Killed
You Were My Boyfriend But You Tied A Sack Of Rocks To My Petticoats And Threw Me In The Creek (And My Baby Too)
Mama Loves All 14 Of Us A Lot But She’s Weary Of Our Shit And Now She’s Dyin’ (Gather Round)
The McCleans Stole A Firewood Log From Our Pile So We Won’t Rest Until The Last Of Their Male Kin Is Laid In The Cold Ground
We Knew The River Would Rise But We Still Didn’t Fix The Levee
The River Rose, The Levee Broke, Everyone Died, It Was Just As We Reckoned (dulcimer twang-a-lang)
When The Rebels Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Southern Man And I Feed Their Horses My Best, When The Yankees Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Northern Man And I Feed Their Horses What The Rebels Left
The Tennessee Valley Authority Killed All My Sheep Somehow
Don’t forget that old standby “The Mine Collapsed and Everyone Died”!
I think someone needs to put in a word for the English folk tradition though:
I Met a Girl and We Went Hunting (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
I Met a Girl and We Caught Some Birds (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
I Met a Girl and We Found Her Lost Pet (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)
I Met a Girl By Staying At Her Parents’ House and She Made My Bed (It Was an Especially Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Sex)
I Am a Girl and I Regret Engaging In Metaphors for Sex Because Now I’m Pregnant
I Met a Girl and Bribed Her Into Sex But She Stole My Horse and Ran Away With It
I Met a Girl At an Inn and We Had Non-Metaphorical Sex But She Stole My Stuff The Next Morning and Now I Have Syphilis
Your Fiance Died Either at Trafalgar or Waterloo, Let’s Get Married, I’m Glad You Said No Because I’m Really Him In Disguise
Lord Nelson Sure Was Awesome
The Press-Gang Dragged Off All the Important Men in My Life (And Now They Are Dead)
Farm Laborers Are The Salt of the Earth And Are Never Grindingly Poor
Begging Is a Completely Viable Career Option With Flexible Hours and Unlimited Access to Alcohol
OH GOD HELP ME I AM LAUGHING SO HARD I CANNOT BREATHE
(plus I know every variant of each and every one of these songs and I’ll send you the links if you want)
I once tried to write a folk song which was all folk songs. I see now I was not trying hard enough…
don’t forget blues
You Were My Girlfriend But Then You Got Sick Of My Shit And Disappeared And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
You Are My Girlfriend And I’m Sick Of Your Shit And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
You Are My Girlfriend But You’re Fucking Some Other Man And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
You Aren’t My Girlfriend Yet And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
Girls In General, That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
You Don’t Go To Church And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
I Didn’t Go To Church And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
I Killed A Man And Got Caught And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
I Haven’t Killed That Goddamn Son Of A Bitch Yet And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
The Economy Is Shit Here And I Have To Go Somewhere Else And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
The Economy Is Shit Here, But There’s A Place Far Away Where It Isn’t Shit, But It Does Not In Fact Exist And That’s Why Everything is Terrible
I’m Alive And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
I’m About To Die And That’s Why Everything Is Terrible
Everything Is Terrible But I Can’t Give A Particular Reason For It, There Is Just An All-Pervading Miasma Of Terribleness That Surrounds My Entire Life And Everything In It
Isn’t that just the normal way to hold cellular phones? I’m very confused now. I’m going to work on my cross stitch for a while to get my mind off of it. By the way, young lady, shouldn’t you be asleep at this hour?
Okay so maybe I see your point. But only when I have my reading glasses on.
Taylor Swift is her audience as they see themselves, that’s her thing she’s her audience as they see themselves, and when her audience comes around to seeing themselves as fuckable office moms (and they will, and it will blindside you because you’ll expect 2020 to act like 2015 same as you expected 2015 to act like 1998) she will be the MOST fuckable office mom holy shit
if you elect me for president, i promise to shoot the constitution with a gun, thereby formally dissolving the united states. as part of my acts as president i will also issue an eleventh-hour executive order allowing other people to shoot the constitution with a gun