fuckyeahdementia:

deal with it  

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9:55 am  •  16 February 2012  •  4,262 notes

12:12 pm  •  15 February 2012

Adam Savage kills the shit out of The Commander Thinks Aloud by The Long Winters at w00tstock Founders Night; San Francisco, 2012.

12:19 am  •  7 February 2012  •  4 notes

“A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.”

— George Orwell (via nevver)

10:42 am  •  31 January 2012  •  1,378 notes

Paul & Storm performing a sketch regarding “Inappropriateness” and humor at w00tstock 2012.

4:59 pm  •  30 January 2012  •  1 note

it8bit:

Game: Castlevania II: Simon’s Quest 

Composer: Kenichi Matsubara 
Platform: Nintendo Entertainment System 
Year: 1988 

(via:pixeltunes)

2:04 am  •  10 January 2012  •  240 notes

Toothpaste for Dinner.

1:51 pm  •  1 December 2011  •  19 notes

My friend Nick was in the picture of a NY Times article at Davis. He’s the one with the “THIS” sign.

1:41 pm  •  22 November 2011  •  3 notes

This “Occupy” movement is coming to a point where its true function seems to be to reveal the underlying brutal hypocrisy of U.S. legal and social policy and consciousness. For my mind, nothing represents this more than that video posted from UC Davis on Friday (I have a few friends attending and a few other alumni). There is no police procedure that can possibly justify pepper-spraying immobile kids. None. I’ve heard the captain’s explanations and they are bullshit. Nothing more.

I present, now, the body of Warren Ellis’ monologue from Transmetropolitan #3, accompanied by a few of co-creator Darick Robertson’s pages. They are relevant.

“There’s a jungle rythm beating out below me; the sound of truncheons hammering on riot shields, police tradition when the streets get nasty. I’m in Angels 8, above what will doubtless be called the Transient Riot. History’s only written by the winners, after all, and if the cops want it called the Transient Riot, then that’s how it’ll be. Because there’s going to be Transient blood all over this place. And you know something? It’s not their fault.

The Transients couldn’t have managed this on their own. They’re just big kids who thought it would be fun to live inside an alien body. A sane society would’ve tagged them for the waterheads they are and bought them a big playground. But no one even checked to see if their silly claim for secession was feasible. Civic Center just decided to stamp on them instead. They piad a few transients off to start some trouble, deliberately marring a non-violent demonstration.

Spontaneous violence, the only excuse Civic Center would have to send in the riot cops. These people are bleeding down there for a scam. It’s a show of power. How dare anybody ignore the authority of Civic Center? How dare a bunch of freaks try and think for themselves? So let’s go out and stomp on children, lunatics and incompetents, because by damn it makes our balls feel big. I can see a blatantly unarmed transient man with half his face hanging off, and three cops working him over anyway. One of them is groping his own erection.

I’m sorry. Is that too harsh an observation for you? Does that sound too much like the Truth? If anyone in this shithole city gave two tugs of a dead dog’s cock about Truth, this wouldn’t be happening. I wouldn’t be seeing a Transient woman with blood on her face huddled in a porn-store doorway, clutching her belly. I wouldn’t be looking down at a dead body, thirteen if he’s a day, draped over the hood of a police wagon. No one’s eyes would be bleeding from incapacity sprays or nerve bomblets the cops are launching down Cranberry. I wouldn’t be surrounded up here by the people who have to live and work here, weeping openly.

Enjoying this? You like the way I describe disgusting shit happening to people probably walked past in the street last week? Good. You earned it. With your silence. You see, here’s how it works; Civic Center and the cops do what the fuck they like, and you sit still. You boss does what he likes. The asshole at the tollbooth, the bouncer at your local bar, the security guy who frisks you at the clinic, the papers and feedsites that lie to you for the hell of it. They do what they like. And what do you do? You pay them. This “riot” here, this terribly shit-rain visited upon a bunch of naive uppity fetishists; you paid for it. Lap it up.

You must like it when people in authority they never earned lie to you.”

2:27 pm  •  20 November 2011  •  42 notes

Nothing can kill the Grimace.

12:26 am  •  13 November 2011  •  6 notes