generallyspecific:

Home movies #2: Colour Roll Super 8mm. More footage from this past summer in New York and the English Countryside. 

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generallyspecific:

I shot a few rolls of Super 8mm film this past summer and finally got around to getting them processed and put on DVD. I really like how it came out. I threw a song on top of it as the film is silent, otherwise, it is completely unedited. 

Song: Sigur Ros - Untitled 4

Little brother.

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“He said, the trouble with the world was…”
She had to stop and think.
“The trouble with the world was,” she continued hesitantly, “that people were still superstitious instead of scientific. He said if everybody would study science more, there wouldn’t be all the trouble there was.”
“He said science was going to discover the basic secret of life someday,” the bartender put in. He scratched his head and frowned. “Didn’t I read in the paper the other day where they’d finally found out what it was?”
“I missed that,” I murmured.
“I saw that,” said Sandra. “About two days ago.”
“That’s right,” said the bartender.
“What is the secret of life?” I asked.
“I forget,” said Sandra.
“Protein,” the bartender declared. “They found out something about protein.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra. “that’s it.”

- Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

They say it’s 101 degrees today. Fine then, I’m drinking coffee and rolling cigarettes and looking out at the hot baked street and a lady just walked by wiggling it in tight white pants, and we are not dead yet.

They say it’s 101 degrees today. Fine then, I’m drinking coffee and rolling cigarettes and looking out at the hot baked street and a lady just walked by wiggling it in tight white pants, and we are not dead yet.

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You use the bathtub like other people have friends.
Merlin Mann on John Roderick’s bathtub use, Roderick on the Line ep. 15, “Covered in Sauce”
A monster.

A monster.

[2 bears are talking in the woods.]
“So I’m gonna do it, Kenny. I’m gonna propose.”
“Brian! That’s amazing news!”
“I’ve got the ring and everything. Check it out: solid silver with a garnet.”
“Beautiful! You must have been saving for ages for it.”
“Well, I’ve been trading with those giant spiders. They look mean and hairy but they’re terribly nice, really. One of them’s agreed going to be my Best Man. He actually cried when I asked him.”
“Wow. Congratulations, Brian. I bet you can’t wait to ask Susie.”
“Yep. On my way there now. Wish me luck!”
“Best of luck!”

And I then plunge out of the bush, surprising him, and kill him with my terrible glowing sword. Puzzled, I pluck the engagement ring from his big, dumb paw and examine it before throwing it away because it’s so cheap I regard it as just not worth carrying.
Because I am a monster.


(previously)

So I bought that new game that all the nerds are nerding about (Skyrim) and, as with a lot of the fantasy-type games, you find yourself fighting giant spiders. And that’s kinda fine.I have a chronicled history of being entirely unworried by arachnids as a whole. But sometimes when you kill them, they drop money. Like, pieces of gold. This is deeply worrying. Because it leads to some questions.  What was the hulking great hairy spider I just slaughtered intending to buy? Is there an entire spider-economy somewhere of which I wasn’t aware? What kinds of goods and/or services does a spider the size of a large dog need? And from whom are they getting this stuff? Other spiders? Men? Are they buying things from scorpions? Basically I’m just worried I may have killed giant spiders that were just going down to the corner-shop to buy milk and bread and maybe a paper. And I don’t want to be that guy.

So I bought that new game that all the nerds are nerding about (Skyrim) and, as with a lot of the fantasy-type games, you find yourself fighting giant spiders.
And that’s kinda fine.
I have a chronicled history of being entirely unworried by arachnids as a whole.
But sometimes when you kill them, they drop money. Like, pieces of gold.
This is deeply worrying. Because it leads to some questions.
What was the hulking great hairy spider I just slaughtered intending to buy? Is there an entire spider-economy somewhere of which I wasn’t aware? What kinds of goods and/or services does a spider the size of a large dog need? And from whom are they getting this stuff? Other spiders? Men? Are they buying things from scorpions?
Basically I’m just worried I may have killed giant spiders that were just going down to the corner-shop to buy milk and bread and maybe a paper. And I don’t want to be that guy.

STOP I LOVE YOU

DDOS

VISIT

STOP I LOVE YOU

The link is to an article discussing how people are now using Twitter accounts to control bot-nets. Seemingly each tweet has a command (DDOS, VIEW, STOP) and then some parameters. Presumably ‘STOP’ didn’t need any particular parameter really but the person running the account - some hacker, somewhere - wrote I LOVE YOU.

STOP I LOVE YOU

The link is to an article discussing how people are now using Twitter accounts to control bot-nets. Seemingly each tweet has a command (DDOS, VIEW, STOP) and then some parameters. Presumably ‘STOP’ didn’t need any particular parameter really but the person running the account - some hacker, somewhere - wrote I LOVE YOU.

(Source: new-aesthetic)

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Orville and Wilbur Wright, unknown year.

(via the excellent HistoryPorn subreddit)