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)
Orville and Wilbur Wright, unknown year.
(via the excellent HistoryPorn subreddit)
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Dead Man’s Bone’s (feat. The Silverlake Conservatory of Music Children’s Choir) - My Body’s A Zombie For You
I’m trying not to cross-post everything I put on Headphones-In, but I figure it’s worth mentioning that this whole album is quite wonderful. Deeply odd and spooky and with handclaps and kid’s choirs and howls and all the great terrible things.
Fluoride Lowers IQ.
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hey you guys ever wonder if your christmas is maybe too classy
Christmas on your own isn’t that bad. It’s kinda nice.
Christmas on your own that includes a 2 and a half hour Skype call that descends into a jam session with your brothers is pretty damn great.
As Skype’s kinda crowded right now, we resorted to Google Hangouts. Which, as it turns out, has at least one feature over its competitor.
I walk past this pet shop almost every day. I’ve never been inside…
Speaking of greatest things, this episode of Community (Season 1 episode 23) is amazing. Most of the time the 4th-wall jokes and constant self-examination of the show itself kind of annoys me and strikes me as the writers showing off their knowledge of TV tropes, but they absolutely use that knowledge to its fullest here to poke fun at post-apocalypse movies. From the “hero’s awakening” rising camera shot (ala 28 Days Later and Resident Evil) to the casual dialogue (“Look who I found wandering in the neutral zone”) to the classic showdown-leading-to-teamup - awesome.
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Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM
Two stars.
You think that I am petty. You think that I am self important. I am nothing. I am a vessel. I am a crucible in which truth resides for a brief instant. I hear the stillsmall voice of God and I bow before it in ecstasy and He speaks not in the obscenity of man’s tongue but in stars torn from heaven. One star. Four stars. And I keep a reckoning. So that others may know and heed the voice. Know that God has been here. And that we fail Him. Time and time again. The ambiance. The speed and courtesy of the waitstaff. The soap in the men’s bathroom. You wish to plead with me, to bargain. You cannot. Try to offer a free dessert to the universe, to truth. You will fail. So take these stars and know they are heavensent. I will not be returning.
I’ll stop reblogging these when they stop being the greatest thing on the internet.
Coming soon to a theatre near you: “Naps, Butts, and Koala Porn: The Angela Black Story” (A Pixar Studios Production).
This article on life in Gaza and how it’s affected by military drones is fascinating and terrifying enough, but in combination with this speculative piece on local police/administrators having drone access in the US it’s even more worrying. Tazers, pepper-spray, or legal frameworks getting abused by local law enforcement is one thing, but when it’s military drone usage we’re bordering on a truly dystopian sci-fi future even for non-war-zones.
