That’s all. [gawk]
This…is hilarious.
(via popculturebrain)
Behold! What the Stop SOPA blackout managed to accomplish in 24 hours.
Never been prouder of the Internet.
The real Coachella line up via @someoddrubiesny (Taken with instagram)
ZING!!!!!!!!!!!!11
I’d torrent Seven Guys Walking Around Looking For Exactly Seven Girls.
Cool Black Guys? Sign me up!
Official Coachella Line-Up
The Weeknd, Azealia Banks, ASAP Rocky, Wolf Gang, SBTRKT. This year’s line-up is fire.
Excited to see Miike Snow, Weeknd, Florence, Frank Ocean. I’ve never been a huge Radiohead fan, but I’ve really been appreciating the Black Keys lately. Don’t know if I’m going to make the plunge yet, though.
Last year was spectacular.
— RuPaul, being better than you since 1960. (via lonelywerewolfgirl)
(Source: politico.com, via rosa--sparks)
Via Salon:
GREGORY: First of all, you gave a speech in Georgia with language a lot of people think could be coded racially-tinged language, calling the president, the first black president, a food stamp president.
GINGRICH: Oh, come on, David.
GREGORY: What did you mean? What was the point?
REP. GINGRICH: That’s, that’s bizarre. That–this kind of automatic reference to racism, this is the president of the United States. The president of the United States has to be held accountable. Now, the idea that–and what I said is factually true. Forty-seven million Americans are on food stamps. One out of every six Americans is on food stamps. And to hide behind the charge of racism? I have–I have never said anything about President Obama which is racist.
With everything that certain GOP candidates have been implying this election cycle, I’m starting to think that one day I’m just going to open a closet in my house and a heretofore undiscovered avalanche of food stamps and welfare checks are going to pile on top of me until I accept the fact that there’s some inexorable law that blackness = = automatic government subsidy for life (and 2+2 = 5), and I, with my silly academic dalliances, have somehow been oblivious to it.
I smell hit political science fiction thriller. Shit. Maybe I should start playing the bass, too.
I need a break from the news.
Corinne Bailey Rae
Sometimes people tell me that I look like her, and I ride that self-esteem train all the way to Delusionville and back again.
Last time, I returned with my trusty cheapo high-as-fuck-string-action Epiphone, and I can now say that after six months of chipped fingernails and callouses and joint pain I can play a pretty reliable F barre. (And some less-than-reliable DMaj7’s.)
Yeah, I’m a regular Hendrix-in-training. Can’t let my metalhead guitar teacher know that I’m mainly using practice time for learning acoustic versions of shitty radio-friendly R&B songs, though. (Cough…Beyonce.) Oops.
(via fuckyeahblackbeauties)
lucy-in-the-soup-with-croutons:
Basically the shortest, yet most accurate, commentary on the differences between ads geared towards men and women I’ve ever seen.
AND YOUR CHILDREN’S CLOTHES ARE FILTHY
god, so accurate.
That Mitchell & Webb Look is absolute perfection. The social commentary on this show is so nuanced that it almost flies under the radar because they’re so deft with its execution. I love these guys so much.
(See: Numberwang).
(No, I still haven’t watched Peep Show. I’ll be in my bunk Philistine-style watching reruns of the Kardashian wedding and shooting leftover Domino’s directly into my femoral artery with an unsanitized needle.)
(via thefistofartemis)
Or, every single fricking issue of Cosmo ever.
I picked one up recently (sue me, it had Nicki Minaj on the cover) and every other article in there was like YOU WEAR PONYTAILS? WELL STOP DOING THAT SHIT BECAUSE MEN DON’T LIKE THEM.
Nicki looked lovely though.
(Source: awesome-, via thefistofartemis)