yeah spring
yeah spring
So I have this cat. It’s a male cat.
But the thing is when I got this cat as a kitten I was told it was a female cat, and I’ve bonded with it on that basis. The full name I’d given it is Nicotine Catbutt, but I called it Nikki, and I’ve referred to it as “her” and “she” all this time. And it’s probably affected the way I cuddle and hold and sleep with and relate to the cat, because I’m a heterosexual male mammal, so I associate cuddling and comfort and intimacy and cosleeping with females.
And even now that I’ve learned, three months into keeping it, that it’s a male, it’s an effort to use “him” and “he”. If it happens at all, it’s usually in correcting myself a second after using female terms. I used the precedent of Nikki Sixx to justify keeping “Nikki”.
And I know that I should spay and neuter my pets, but now that I know this cat is male, with testicles and all, as is typical with male pet owners I feel really weird and hesitant to have it castrated.
But then yesterday I was like “wait, why don’t I solve these problems with each other?” Because if I consider neutering not as castration but as, like, sex reassignment surgery, then I not only feel a lot more okay about it, but I feel like I can keep using female pronouns and considering the cat female and everything.
So basically I’ve got a transsexual cat.
I mean god only knows what the cat thinks about all this. Doesn’t seem to have noticed anything all along.
I want you all to go read this comic, because it’s amazing, and if you haven’t heard of Boulet, now is your chance to make it right. He’s the greatest, this comic is the best.
Played an NFL season-themed pinball tournament today, it was… actually a REALLY good concept. It was good times and a lot of tension in a fun way.
I ended up 8-8, just one game short of going into a 6-way playoff for the second wildcard spot in my division. So instead, I ended up watching the Back To The Future trilogy on the TV in the main room.
HOOOOOOOOLY SHIT, that shit is brilliant.
I mean today, movies only have stories at all because stars are proud enough & have enough pull to demand that what their characters do make some sense.
Which is why when you watch a movie with the protagonist just promoted from the CW they don’t.
That’s literal.
I am determined to come up with good shirt ideas.
I would wear that in a heartbeat!
t.A.t.U. - “All the Things She Said” (from the Fluxblog 2002 Survey)
At 2:21 in this MP3, you hear a distinctly non-musical noise: the sound effect of a door closing. It is instantly familiar as an AIM notification, indicating that someone on your buddy list has signed out of the service. It was hard, at the time, to process that noise as part of the song. After all, you probably had AIM open, and it could’ve easily been your computer overriding the sound of WinAmp or whatever else you were using to listen to the MP3 you’d downloaded, not the MP3 itself. (This was released in 2002, when iPods were still really expensive, so there’s a good chance that was how you were hearing this.) And even then, it seemed unlikely that the noise was in the “official” version of the song; probably what had happened was that someone was recording from the speaker output of their desktop, and the still-open AIM had thrown its own spontaneous addition into the mix. Indeed, the version of the song available on iTunes doesn’t have the noise, nor does the video. But what does have that sound is a version labeled “Ripped by RaptorX30.” RaptorX30, whoever that is, recorded the song physically using a cord and an external device, converted it to a file, and uploaded it onto the Internet. And somehow, it got around enough for a decent number of people to have noticed those AIM sounds. That modified version became in many people’s minds - including mine - the “official” version of the song. The idea behind digital music, of course, is that of exact copies. But digital objects have their own particularities. As distributed objects, the process of distribution has an unavoidable effect. No copy is a perfect copy.
It’s possible that many more people have noticed that sound but didn’t comment. Because, weirdly, it makes total sense within the song’s context. AIM played a large part in 2002 romances: the sound of someone you were chatting with logging out could be heartbreaking. All the things she said, running through my head: a long, intense chat, the person leaves, and you’re left there to obsessively review the conversation to see what went wrong. It is a banal noise packed with meaning for users of the service, a little Pavlovian remnant of an outdated means of communication. And there it is, embedded in a ten-year-old file, preserved in amber, come back to haunt us.
Download the Fluxblog 2002 survey mix here.
So, weather patterns have inverted themselves, the middle east is getting ready for a nuclear war, America’s getting ready for a civil war and a race war at the same time, Europe’s getting ready for a holy war and a communist revolution at the same time, the Chinese government might have just fallen in a coup, and the world economy is one good shock away from collapsing entirely.
Just 9 months ‘til December.
1965 … computers (by x-ray delta one)
Boris Artzybasheff
So glad they threw in the little brightly dressed woman to feed the computer
played skyrim
played too much skyrim
played so much skyrim
i fell asleep and dreamed
i was playing dwarf fortress
in skyrim
i was like “shit, gotta dig this drainage system”
and craft and install and lock these doors
so i can flood this floor
to create mud
to grow leeks.
then i woke up to pee and was like
gotta get back to that dream, and do all those things
but luckily part of me was like
‘no, gotta NOT get back to that dream, to NOT do all those things’
You know what your life is missing?
FREAKIN’ AWESOME ELECTRONIC PONY MUSIC.
Srs gaiz, check this out.
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I recently worked on some really fun stuff for GOOD magazine.
Check it all out here: http://youngjerks.com/GOOD-Magazine-WPA-Posters