oh great, now twitter’s in… what even is that, Nepali?

quoms:

dreamydog:

mars-matrix:

dreamydog:

collinphillips:

ive not read a bible ever and my maniac aunt keeps one with scribblings and i opened to this atrocity

aaauuufgfhhhh

uh Paul said that part was fake… Paul said its ok for girls to talk sometimes

OK well if Paul says its ok it must be.

this post is the concise summation of nearly 2000 years of christian biblical exegesis

liber-legis:

quoms:

knightzoned:

leafcrunch:

“only and handful of blogs ever received replies” and “you asked for instant messaging” makes me think that tumblr’s focus group has a really small sample size

It’s like 4 guys and a dog

you asked for it. here it comes. bone-shaped dry snacks with real meat flavor

I wish I was in this tiny focus group

“You asked for it. Here it comes. The site will go dark for two hours twice a day for prayer and reflection.”

So someone was asking me for more Hollywood stories recently.

This one’s inspired by the recent case of a black woman in the audience at a Trump rally who realized she was being seated behind the candidate for the purpose of appearing in frame on broadcasts and, insulted, tried to ruin the shot by determinedly reading a book.

Anyway the story goes that in LA I knew one guy who worked in production on a bunch of game shows. When I knew him he was working the debut run of National Bingo Night.

Anyway, the centerpiece of the set was a super-sized bingo cage and balls that would serve for the drawings that drive the action. Like most game shows, the provision of prize monies - and thus the bearing of risk - was bid out to a bond company, and two bond company stooges on set were the only ones allowed to touch the balls, to guard against tampering.

The problem was that when the cage gadget was introduced, it malfunctioned constantly and would spew these giant man-sized balls all over the set, and then the entire crew would lean back and laugh while these two 20-something goons in suits scrambled around trying to manhandle them back one by one.

ANYWAY, that’s not really what I came here to talk about, the bit that hangs off that news hook is a more general truth about game shows, or any show with an on-camera audience, and that is that those audiences are all rigorously filtered and selected for aesthetics’ sake. The very first step in audience processing is to be paraded before production assistants, who make ruthless snap judgements on who’s telegenically attractive enough to be sorted into the “Pretty Audience”, to be seated in sections that cameras sweep for audience shots, and who’s relegated to the “Ugly Audience” that doesn’t appear in frame.

If you come in a group of friends, they won’t hesitate or apologize to split you up by attractiveness, because after all this whole process isn’t something they’re doing for you, it’s something you’re doing for them.

red-flag-news:

When I was growing up, flying the Australian flag was a weird thing to do.

There was one house in my 1980s neighbourhood that had one out the front, but everyone regarded its occupants as freaks. It seemed like the sort of insane teary-eyed British patriotism that we’d seen satirised on The Goodies, and we half suspected they would be wearing Tim Brooke-Taylor-style Union Jack belly button protectors. Weird.

Jump forward 30 years and the picture is very different. Increasingly, the thing seems to be hoisted over, pasted upon, sewn into or painted on any surface you could imagine – from processed snack foods to garbage bags, and from toilet brushes to F-35 fighter planes.

Ever since Pauline Hanson first appeared in photos with the rotten thing draped around her (the first time in my life I’d ever seen a person behave in such a way), we’ve seen an explosion in the numbers of racist thugs in Australian flag capes.

From the Cronulla anti-Lebanese riot to the rise of today’s fascist United Patriots Front, the sight of a young white male wearing a flag now carries the threat of impending racist violence.

The Labor Party too is caught up in the flag frenzy. They might not wrap themselves in it, but they certainly like to fly it. What a difference from the situation when Paul Keating was prime minister and refused to fly those ridiculous little flags on the bonnet of the prime ministerial car. When journalists asked him to explain, he brushed it aside as “no big deal”. And it wasn’t.

What has changed in Australian capitalism to make the flag so important? It’s partly rooted in the continuing neoliberal push, with its attacks on the old traditions of social welfare and the ongoing erosion of the welfare state. In that context, a resurgent nationalism is central in forging a fake sense of community and papering over the real divides in society.

But it’s also bound up with the renaissance of Australian imperialism from the 1990s, when the Australian state sought to rehabilitate the image of its armed forces. This has involved a torrent of propaganda linking the flag with the glorified and fictionalised war heroes of old.

READ MORE: How flag-waving foolishness became a national pastime

argumate:

red-flag-news:

When I was growing up, flying the Australian flag was a weird thing to do.

There was one house in my 1980s neighbourhood that had one out the front, but everyone regarded its occupants as freaks. It seemed like the sort of insane teary-eyed British patriotism that we’d seen satirised on The Goodies, and we half suspected they would be wearing Tim Brooke-Taylor-style Union Jack belly button protectors. Weird.

Jump forward 30 years and the picture is very different. Increasingly, the thing seems to be hoisted over, pasted upon, sewn into or painted on any surface you could imagine – from processed snack foods to garbage bags, and from toilet brushes to F-35 fighter planes.

Ever since Pauline Hanson first appeared in photos with the rotten thing draped around her (the first time in my life I’d ever seen a person behave in such a way), we’ve seen an explosion in the numbers of racist thugs in Australian flag capes.

From the Cronulla anti-Lebanese riot to the rise of today’s fascist United Patriots Front, the sight of a young white male wearing a flag now carries the threat of impending racist violence.

The Labor Party too is caught up in the flag frenzy. They might not wrap themselves in it, but they certainly like to fly it. What a difference from the situation when Paul Keating was prime minister and refused to fly those ridiculous little flags on the bonnet of the prime ministerial car. When journalists asked him to explain, he brushed it aside as “no big deal”. And it wasn’t.

What has changed in Australian capitalism to make the flag so important? It’s partly rooted in the continuing neoliberal push, with its attacks on the old traditions of social welfare and the ongoing erosion of the welfare state. In that context, a resurgent nationalism is central in forging a fake sense of community and papering over the real divides in society.

But it’s also bound up with the renaissance of Australian imperialism from the 1990s, when the Australian state sought to rehabilitate the image of its armed forces. This has involved a torrent of propaganda linking the flag with the glorified and fictionalised war heroes of old.

READ MORE: How flag-waving foolishness became a national pastime

In Queensland there were a few houses on some of the backstreets that flew the flag on a literal goddamn flagpole, that was always a little unnerving.

I… is that an odd thing there? For a while in America it was been atypical but unremarkable for (ranch/alt. lower-middle-class) houses to be built with a flagpole out front for flying Old Glory

Really that was a new-build style for the suburban expansion of the American Golden Age tilted towards veterans of the WWII-Korean War era, Vietnam kind of broke the “Great Patriotic War” thing by which the American war flag was a uniting force.

(Americans use their civil flag as their war flag, how weird is that?)

For a while those houses flew POW/MIA flags, which was a Vietnam dolschtoss myth that briefly got adopted by the official government, augmented by the fact that a disproportionate share of Vietnam MIAs were pilots this officers thus college graduates who matter.

Pikachu is a decent replacement for tanuki as “bullshit Nipponese mythomascot”

nostalgebraist:

Check out this twitter bot

jucheism:

softdirks:

jucheism:

who remembers the homestuck cosplayers in the russian ikea catalog

what the fuck do you have a link

With 6 limbs and 3 full dimensions, I bet angels would have some real bad-ass fighting styles.

Pinkamena Diane Pie is the last fucking character I would associate with “not playing your music too loud”.

THAT IS A FLUTTERSHY PRODUCT YOU STUPID FUCK

Realized that when I move into the house I should get a pet, visited a pet store to get hype. Discoveries:

Someone created actual animals in MLP palettes.

Spongebob Squarepants-branded aquarium decorations are huge sellers, apparently.

A catnip brand that plays up the “it’s weed for cats!” angle.

Amazing acting, amazing writing, amazing cinematography, amazing fight choreography, amazing tits, and Tommy Wiseau in his best role yet.

kontextmaschine:

Amazing acting, amazing writing, amazing cinematography, amazing fight choreography, amazing tits, and Tommy Wiseau in his best role yet.

Most of the actresses are porn stars, half of them are past 50, and about a third of the film was shot on the Serenity set from Firefly, holy shit see this if you have a chance.

kontextmaschine:

kontextmaschine:

Amazing acting, amazing writing, amazing cinematography, amazing fight choreography, amazing tits, and Tommy Wiseau in his best role yet.

Most of the actresses are porn stars, half of them are past 50, and about a third of the film was shot on the Serenity set from Firefly, holy shit see this if you have a chance.

Wiseau is the leather Kato-masked, katana-wielding bad guy. He has a death scene.

mapsontheweb:

Greater Tokyo Railway Network.

coffee-and-wood:

Shelter of the Porch