Seth Green is truly an inspiration to us all.
Seth Green is truly an inspiration to us all.
I, for one, am really enjoying the decadent phase of the decline of Western Civilization. (at Deptford Mall)
Holy cow have you guys seen what they’re doing in suburban movie theaters these days?! THEY RECLINE. ELECTRICALLY. (at Deptford Mall)
There is some good life advice in this one.
New Doctor Who theme alterations for the 12th Doctor revealed.
This is why I gave up on this show. I used to sit down on the bed and watch the old Doctor Who on T.V. with little brother and sister and my Mum. We used to absolutely love it. When the new Doctors showed up, still good! Really good. Then things started getting ridiculously mental and childish and stupid a little while after 11 showed up (don’t get me wrong, he’s a brilliant actor, and I don’t blame him for anything), and now the show had just fucking gone downhill. Please don’t tell me this is actual music for the new Doctor. Please just tell me it’s not. Jesus fucking Christ this show has been butchered.
human life is incredible
I hate the excessive need to “modernize” everything in TV. It’s like, this wouldn’t be so bad if they actually made it still feel sci-fi, but now it’s this weird new-age bullshit, like they’re trying too hard to be “progressive”. I know I’m making a big deal out of a THEME SONG maybe, but thing is, they’ll probably end up carrying this ideology into the series itself. Where the fuck are things going.
it keeps happening
Sometimes, I fucking hate Steven Moffat for what he’s done to Doctor Who. Look, I know I’m fairly new to the show-having only come in during Matt Smith’s first season, but I went back and watched every episode of the old series and Moffat has just completely altered the tone. He’s trying to make it his own creation, which is fucking despicable, to mess with something as perfect as Doctor Who. I know it’s just a theme song, and I know the difference isn’t that drastic, but it fucking sickens me sometimes.
never forget my legacy
Nah I think the people disagreeing with this move are right, like, this is a really weird and unnecessary departure from the iconic theme, and sure it matches the new mood of the show really well, so I can see were the owners of the show are coming from with the change, but honestly sometimes you have to accept that nostalgia actually matters, and even if you’re taking the show in a different direction Doctor Who is not Doctor Who without the Doctor Who *theme*, I mean it founded electronic music for gods sake! The only thing I would say about this one is it sounds a little dated like it’s a MIDI file but then again so does the very first Doctor Who theme so I imagine after one season or so with Capaldi as 12 (which I’m really looking forward to!) they will do a cooler remix of it like they did with the original theme, and once it’s been around for a while I think people will have got used to it and they’ll like it alot more.
If you’re like me and you read all the notes before actually listening it’s a million times funnier
Read the passionate comments first THEN listen to the new Doctor Who theme they’re discussing.
You know what though, this is clearly an important conversation that needs to be had, about the nostalgic value of pop culture and music’s relationship to television and the wellspring of Tumblr as the source of some truly delightfully misplaced outrage.
Cord Jefferson, who wrote lyrically about leaving New York, ultimately for Los Angeles, on Gawker last year, was, for a time, able to appreciate “the camaraderie built while feeling a stranger’s breath on your neck on a packed rush-hour train,” as if that were a good thing. Even so, the stark economic realities forced him out of the city as the banzai adventure years of his mid-20s drew to a close.
“New York makes it easy to forget that many Americans would probably find paying $950 for a 10-by-10 room overlooking garbage cans either unaffordable or unappealing, or both,” wrote Mr. Jefferson, who added that sometimes he was “so broke that a $3 falafel from Oasis on North 6th was all I’d eat for a day.”
(His description called to mind another widely linked article from The Onion in 2010: “8.4 Million New Yorkers Suddenly Realize New York City A Horrible Place To Live.” “At 4:32 p.m. Tuesday,” the article read, “every single resident of New York City decided to evacuate the famed metropolis, having realized it was nothing more than a massive, trash-ridden hellhole that slowly sucks the life out of every one of its inhabitants.”)
Living in New York is like having another job where you are tested with endless mini-games like “Get To The Subway Without Dying” or “What To Say To The Dude In The Elevator When He Makes Conversation.”
I am so glad that I got to move to New York without a creative agenda. I moved here because my other options for grad school would have landed me somewhere like Erie, PA (where I spent two weeks and that was PLENTY thank you). I moved to New York because I thought it’d be better than moving to the boonies, and it was, for the time being, and now I’m over it and I think I’d like to move somewhere I can afford a house with a deck and a yard for my theoretical future dog. Somewhere where I won’t have to travel for 2 hours just to be somewhere where I can pretend I’m in the Great Outdoors. And luckily for me, my current career trajectory has me working in such places, hopefully, and that’ll be just fine.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. Brooklyn (and the rest of New York) has been tremendous fun. But really, I’m over it. It’s too much work and not enough reward. Too much money and not enough payback. And goddamn it is so easy to forget that there is literally a whole world out there. How disgusting, to live so myopically.
Ruth Tringham in both real and Second Life. Image courtesy C. L. Morgan.
Ruth Tringham (b. 1940) was seven feet tall with pale green skin, spiky brown hair and a tie-dyed shirt. Yet she did not particularly stand out, as her class included an animated squirrel, a tattooed woman with blank…
To quote Bill Nye, if you don’t think that’s the tightest shit then get out of my face.
Genome analysis suggests interbreeding between modern humans, Neanderthals, Denisovans and a mysterious archaic population.
This should come as no surprise. If the internet has taught us anything, it’s that some humans will stick it in whoever (or whatever) they can.
It is pretty cool that they found DNA from who knows where, though. There are always new discoveries to be made!
This is the most intense stapler I’ve ever seen. (at Arch Street Methodist Church)
“SAN FRANCISCO — EVERYBODY who knows me knows that I love cycling and that I’m also completely freaked out by it. I got into the sport for middle-aged reasons: fat; creaky knees; the delusional vanity of tight shorts. Registering for a triathlon, I took my first ride in decades. Wind in my hair, smile on my face, I decided instantly that I would bike everywhere like all those beautiful hipster kids on fixies. Within minutes, however, I watched an S.U.V. hit another cyclist, and then I got my own front wheel stuck in a streetcar track, sending me to the pavement.
I made it home alive and bought a stationary bike trainer and workout DVDs with the ex-pro Robbie Ventura guiding virtual rides on Wisconsin farm roads, so that I could sweat safely in my California basement. Then I called my buddy Russ, one of 13,500 daily bike commuters in Washington, D.C. Russ swore cycling was harmless but confessed to awakening recently in a Level 4 trauma center, having been hit by a car he could not remember. Still, Russ insisted I could avoid harm by assuming that every driver was “a mouth-breathing drug addict with a murderous hatred for cyclists.”
The anecdotes mounted: my wife’s childhood friend was cycling with Mom and Dad when a city truck killed her; two of my father’s law partners, maimed. I began noticing “cyclist killed” news articles, like one about Amelie Le Moullac, 24, pedaling inside a bike lane in San Francisco’s SOMA district when a truck turned right and killed her. In these articles, I found a recurring phrase: to quote from The San Francisco Chronicle story about Ms. Le Moullac, “The truck driver stayed at the scene and was not cited.”
In stories where the driver had been cited, the penalty’s meagerness defied belief, like the teenager in 2011 who drove into the 49-year-old cyclist John Przychodzen from behind on a road just outside Seattle, running over and killing him. The police issued only a $42 ticket for an “unsafe lane change” because the kid hadn’t been drunk and, as they saw it, had not been driving recklessly. …
The American Medical Association endorses National Bike to Work Day, and more than 850,000 people commute on a bicycle, according to the League of American Bicyclists. Nationwide, cycling is the second most popular outdoor activity after running, supporting a $6.1 billion industry that sold 18.7 million bikes last year.
But the social and legal culture of the American road, not to mention the road itself, hasn’t caught up. Laws in most states do give bicycles full access to the road, but very few roads are designed to accommodate bicycles, and the speed and mass differentials — bikes sometimes slow traffic, only cyclists have much to fear from a crash — make sharing the road difficult to absorb at an emotional level. Nor does it help that many cyclists do ignore traffic laws. Every time I drive my car through San Francisco, I see cyclists running stop signs like immortal, entitled fools. So I understand the impulse to see cyclists as recreational risk takers who deserve their fate.
But studies performed in Arizona, Minnesota and Hawaii suggest that drivers are at fault in more than half of cycling fatalities. And there is something undeniably screwy about a justice system that makes it de facto legal to kill people, even when it is clearly your fault, as long you’re driving a car and the victim is on a bike and you’re not obviously drunk and don’t flee the scene. …
“We do not know of a single case of a cyclist fatality in which the driver was prosecuted, except for D.U.I. or hit-and-run,” Leah Shahum, the executive director of the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition, told me.”
Everyone in the country should read this.
I didn’t know how much hip-hop needed more harp until I heard this song.
hotelelectrico, if you have not heard this, you may want to.