Part of me wants to die so I can see this concert.
But then I remember I probably wouldn’t end up where they are …
Part of me wants to die so I can see this concert.
Part of me wants to die so I can see this concert.
Goodnight, sweet prince.
Goodnight, sweet prince.
Goodnight, sweet prince.
http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/postscript-david-bowie-1947-2016
We stroll into the brambles
We stroll into the brambles
We stroll into the brambles
with a predatory calm.
Those days seem awkward
when we think about them now.
…
All that keeps the dark back
is the flowing of the words.
…
At the moment of the taking
our excitement is the same.
We are the standard danger
of the fanning of the flames.
…
Stand elated at the burning.
All our murders look the same.
We are the thought and the display
the explanation and the side effect.
This is, indeed, sad news. And disturbing given Ian’s Monday posts to Twitter.
This is, indeed, sad news. And disturbing given Ian’s Monday posts to Twitter.
This is, indeed, sad news. And disturbing given Ian’s Monday posts to Twitter.
I’m sure more will be known in time, but for now let’s all take a moment and remember what Ian did for Free software, Linux and the communities in which he participated and led.
And Lemmy, this guy rocked. Pour him one up there.
TIL there’s “traffic” in North Korea. Who knew?
TIL there’s “traffic” in North Korea. Who knew?
TIL there’s “traffic” in North Korea. Who knew?
Requiescat in pace, you magnificent bastard. The world is not the same without you.
Requiescat in pace, you magnificent bastard. The world is not the same without you.
Requiescat in pace, you magnificent bastard. The world is not the same without you.
But it don’t make no difference
’cause I ain’t gonna be, easy, easy.
The only time I’m easy’s when I’m
Killed by death, killed by death, killed by death!
And here’s to the Plussers
And here’s to the Plussers
And here’s to the Plussers
and to their keyboards.
Pray God send us all
a troll-slaying sword.
A troll-slaying sword
that may we all see.
With a wassailing bowl
I’ll drink to thee!
If you were unsure that the “war on drugs” was idiotic, this is for you.
If you were unsure that the “war on drugs” was idiotic, this is for you.
If you were unsure that the “war on drugs” was idiotic, this is for you.
http://krqe.com/2015/12/23/kirtland-afb-asks-personnel-to-trash-states-anti-dwi-lip-balm/
Best. Doodle. Ever.
Best. Doodle. Ever.
Sung to the tune of “Dear Dad” By Chuck Berry:
Sung to the tune of “Dear Dad” By Chuck Berry:
Sung to the tune of “Dear Dad” By Chuck Berry:
Fow Vay what the hey
what happened to my ride?
It’s spewing smoke that makes us choke
that nitrogen oxide.
The diesel that you sold me
simply don’t exist.
You’re engineers are liars
and your customers are pissed.
You tell me that you’ll fix it
and it’s coming oh so soon.
They have a fix in Europe
and probably on the moon.
But here in North America
all we got is a gift card.
You slapped us in our faces
and damn, you slapped us hard.
So Vee-Dub I think
I’ll see what I can see.
I just bought me a Cadillac
built in twenty and sixteen.
Something that won’t spew
all that nitrogen oxide.
Seeya later Volkswagen
too bad that you lied.
My 2016 Cadillac ATS coupe will be delivered in late February or so.