Jezebel devoted a fuckload of time into giving an intelligent analysis (okay, punctuated occasionally by “germans and primary colors are scary”) of this Patrick Mohr show, but I mostly just wanna say: shit is pretty much Lady Gaga with a chromosomal disorder, also known as our future as a goddamn  society.


Um, YES. Fuck me for going to book college.


via swissmiss

I am lazy and it didn’t work out, but it does explain why I’ve made the perhaps ridiculous choice to reblog the following from from brainland, who initially reblogged it from bornexaggerator.

I’ve compiled a nicely-bulleted list of aliases belonging to a one Russell Tyrone Jones (1968 – 2004) beloved member of the Wu-Tang Clan and unhinged genius behind screwball classic, Return to the 36 Chambers.  Variations in spelling are marked with (/).  This took forever.

  • Ason Jones
  • Ason Unique (/Asun Unique)
  • The Bebop Specialist
  • Big Baby Jesus
  • Big Box o’ Chili
  • The BZA
  • Dirk Hardpec
  • Dirt Dog (/Dirt Dawg)
  • Dirt McGirt (/Dirk McGirk)
  • The Drunken Master Styles
  • Freeloading Rusty
  • Hasaan
  • Ill Irving the Murderer
  • Joe Bananas
  • The Man of All Rainbows
  • O.D.B. (/ODB)
  • Ol’ Dirt Schultz
  • Ol’ Dirty Bastard
  • Old Dirty Chinese Restaurant
  • Osiris (/Osirus)
  • Osiris the Father
  • Peanut the Kidnapper
  • Prince Delight
  • The Professor
  • Rain Man
  • RJ Tha Mad Specialist
  • Russell Jones
  • The Specialist
  • Super Bastard
  • Sweet Baby Jesus
  • Unique Ason

…except I bolded my own favorites. Peanut the Kidnapper needs to revolutionize the world of saturday morning cartoons, like, yesterday.



damaged buildings in berlin patched with legos, via pretty much my new favorite blog, weburbanist. for the record, it takes epic amounts of will power not to make lego furniture all over my apartment, but alas! I am an adult.

If I ever stop jacking internet from the Santa Fe state capitol and get some of my own, I’m entertaining the following options:

1. KetherMyDownstairsNeighborYourNameIsReallyWeird

2. CreepyKokopelliLadyAcrossTheStreetPleaseMoveAwayIHateTheSmellOfSage

3. StopItWith ThatChainsawIFearForMyLife

4. ActuallyStopEverythingYouDo

via swissmiss


–except for the end, where Guy Pearce showed up with a post-apocalyptic-tooth-rot grill and saved the damn day. I’m sorry, but despite the sheer volume of totally legit movies he’s done, the man should always, always be in good lighting, or holding a jeweled sword, or in some other context that properly augments his cheekbones.

Also, let me know if you need a new desktop and I’ll hook it up. You’re welcome.


Via Langer:



So I took this “what typeface are you” quiz, all pumped to get self righteous about the fact that I’m SO GARAMOND IT HURTS and this quiz was so gonna get it wrong (caps because I designed a couple literary magazines in college and got self righteous about that too ((though I also did go out on dates sometimes) (okay twice))) and after sitting through the weird video with the creepy headless hand gestures and revealing to the internet that I am an understated emotional…something, I got: Archer Hairline, which I am shockingly okay with.  

The password is “character” if you want to take it. Anyone who gets that insane one with the drawing of Breugel’s Apocalypse or whatever micro-drawn into the capital A preeeeetty much gets a free pass to make out with me because you’re clearly a superior lifeform. Or Glen Danzig. Either way: into it!

This post about hobo chalk warning symbols. Especially mystified that a picture of a chicken means “telephone,” a triangle with arms means “man with gun” and  lambda means “you will be beaten” (and again, my useless ancient greek knowledge uselessly confuses my day to day life). But, like, mystified in the best hobo-related way.

via the yoozh, notcot.