Two years later and Slurricane is still the finest of Tumbldom.
Just letting the few who might care that posts will probably be increasingly sporadic around here for a while.
I don’t want to get too into it, and I’m sure you don’t want to bother reading too into it, but long story short, for now and the near future, I’m trying to get as far away from computers and “the internet” (whatever that means) as I can without becoming a hermit.
I realized a while ago that this laptop I have is like a parasite in my backpack. I feel it leeching onto me wherever I go and demanding I focus my attention on it even when I could have done a million better, healthier, more enjoyable things in the fascinating Real World which I too often forget exists at about a 25 degree head swivel from this Macbook display. I’ve wasted far, far too much of my youth in front of a goddamn screen trying to numb the pain of adolescence or smugly reaffirm an elitist façade by pursuit of esoteric knowledge that has added nothing to my fulfillment and blocked my self-actualization at every turn. As long as I have unfettered access to the internet on a laptop, it will continue to absorb the vast majority of my time while my life - my fucking life - withers and crumbles away. Attempting to temper my addiction has not worked. As my good friend Karl has told me for a long time, “I’m telling you broski, you need a revolutionary shift in your mode of production.” I don’t know why Karl talks like that. He’s kind of weird.
More to the point, I’m packing this wonderfully reliable Macbook up in a box tomorrow and shipping it off to a place that will give me scarcely above $200 for it, and I couldn’t be more secure or happy in this decision. I’m sure I’ll miss reading the cool blogs on here that I follow every day, and indeed all of the great conveniences that owning a computer bring, but to be brutally honest, I have my life waiting out there, and that’s one thing that’s just a little more important than Tumblr. The only catch is I have to ditch this thing before I can meet it. So I am.
It’s time for me to grow up. This is how I’m going to have to do it. Best wishes to all of you.
The Pakistani actress Veena Malik goes in on a mullah who accuses her of immoral behaviour. This is incredible. So eloquent and defiant.
Watch for the #diva eye-roll at 2:35!
THIS IS A MUST WATCH
i highly recommend pairing this video with the hard in da paint instrumental for maximum pwnage
This is my first and definitely not last tattoo. It was done my Angelo Tiffe at Scorpion’s Den in Davenport, IA.
NPR has been a big part of my life since my freshman year in high school. It has kept my involved with the bigger picture, the world news, and the idea that honest reporting can be a reality. NPR also, especially for a kid in high school, signified my uniqueness and how mature people think I am for my age.
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Happy Birthday Slavoj Žižek!
hahahaha imagining him with a birthday hat and blowing out the candles on his cake is making me so happy
come to think of it slavoj zizek with a mouth full of birthday cake would be at least 70% more clear and intelligible than regular slavoj zizek
The Decemberists are an immoral, liberal, Indie-rock band from Portland, Oregon. Their members include Colin Meloy, Chris Funk, Jenny Conlee, Nate Query, and John Moen. They played a concert for Barack Obama, and endorsed him for the presidency. 
They are known for glorifying rape, suicide (most often by drowning, and some songs simply involve death by drowning, without suicide being involved), and various other sinful acts in their music; the songs “We Both Go Down Together” (rape and double-suicide), “The Landlord’s Daughter/You’ll Not Feel the Drowning” (rape and apparent homicide by drowning, in the respective parts of the song), and the entire story arc of the latest album, “The Hazards of Love,” is based around rape, intercourse, homicide, infanticide (although at least the character who so gleefully sings of his childrens’ murders is the villain, although lead singer Meloy takes undue joy in the song) and the eventual double-suicide of the main characters by drowning. Apparently they also suffer from a severe lack of originality, as well as a severe lack of morals.
When asked whether he felt his music could corrupt those who listened to by glorifying rape, homicide and suicide, leader singer Colin Meloy said that he “didn’t care”."
Conservapedia, literally the only thing in the world that can make the Decemberists seem awesome
MERCYFUL FATE - “EVIL”
POST 666, BITCHES