ilx posts with striking imagery

in the united states of new hampshire ice will be shipped down canals from the mountains, huge blocks of it, covered in saw dust, accompanied by men from the Ice Guild, who wear robes and symbolic chains around their necks and chant mournfully in a dialect of english that is only theirs

― max, Thursday, March 15, 2012 11:09 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

^^^ initially read this as being about "ice cream," not "ice" and it was even more striking

i also read the thread title as a sentence with a subject and a verb, a la "gaby thirsts for knowledge"

did you hear that time is a bulldozer that destroys everything in its path and soon all will be as dust???! like this if ur an 80s kid!!!

― the bagel is the bagel (donna rouge), Wednesday, April 10, 2013 8:57 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

i'm starting a milton collection and whoever owned it before me was just an awful human being - vertical lines, underlines, notes in the margins, writing OVER THE WORDS THEMSELVES, literally coloring entire pages with crayon...

― brony james (k3vin k.), Friday, April 12, 2013 4:18 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

bloodstains, entire pages ripped out, burn marks, receipts for tanning salon visits stuck between pages, nail clippings, and one page a solitary daisy from Lord knows when, pressed as flat and lifeless as a butterfly in a lepidopterist's display case.

― He has a lot of baggage (handlers' perks) (Michael White), Friday, April 12, 2013 4:28 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

when i annotate books i am writing for eternity

but here i am writing for you alone, here in this moment we share

― j., Sunday, April 14, 2013 4:49 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

i think contenderizer is making fun of me in this message but still, it's well written:

yes, you detect the presence of evil, and psychic spines extend from the surface of your astral shell into the offending region. i think we're on the same page.

― I have many lovely lacy nightgowns (contenderizer), Monday, April 15, 2013 12:57 AM (3 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Interestingly as I approach 100 floors I now am able to feel both ashamed of my mistakes and frustrated at the impudence of fate just as I were playing a real game with failure and consequences and shit. This weekend I accidentally built TWO recreational floors in a row, causing demand for that class to drop, and on top of that motherfuckin' Tiny Tower God gave me a goddamn theatre and a planetarium, which FUCK YOU only one guy has a dream job at the theater so the rest are seasonal stiffs who stock at the normal rate. Slowing down my revenue means it takes forever to build new floors so recovering from this tactical error is going to take all week. SHIT.

Also this game proves, perversely, the value of collective bargaining. If my 180 wage slave population individually approached me for free rent, I'd happily oblige, since rent is now a piddle proportion of my daily profit. If they struck for a larger slice of the pie that currently accrues I, as the "benevolent" overlord of this arcology that exists strictly as a vehicle for my amusement and outlet for my various latent mental disorders, I'd be well fucked. Firing my dream jobbers would be excruciating. If there's anything to learn from Tiny Tower, it's that scabs should be a terrifying prospect for any capitalist - thankfully, Tiny is a right-to-work state, like all game development studios and other "creative" workplaces.

― El Tomboto, Monday, April 15, 2013 10:28 PM (10 minutes ago) Bookmark

also one time i was at a karaoke night for a friend's birthday and this kinda overweight nerdy kid sang something really jammy for karaoke while wearing his black canvas backpack and it made me really happy because he looked like such a dork and he seemed like he just dngaf and then later that night i was getting out of a cab to go to a party and i saw that same kid still wearing his backpack and invited him up to the party and told him that i liked his backpack and then apologized for calling him 'backpack' but then the girls who's place it was was really mad at me cuz it turned out this kid looked like he was like 15 and it was supposed to be a cool drug party or w/e and he was obv really uncomfortable w/the whole scene so i had to get him to leave after his first drink but he didnt seem to mind that much

anyway the moral of the story is that backpacks are so cool that they can get you invited to parties but also asked to leave parties

― Reggie (Lamp), Tuesday, 16 April 2013 16:24 (Yesterday) Permalink

People use alcohol to get up the nerve to do a lot of things: talk to girls, get in fights, dangerous stunts, whatever. For me, it takes getting drunk to do serious house cleaning. Last night a pint of Tanqueray had me on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. A kitchen floor that, when I looked at it sober, the best I could do was scowl at.

― how's life, Friday, May 3, 2013 5:35 AM (3 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Guitars sounding powerful yet awkward, like an adolescent robot stork.

― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, July 4, 2001 7:00 PM (11 years ago)

ha!

i started wandering around searching for clues which is not in the spirit of the game but
kills time
sometimes you're somewhere familiar and you can take a good guess from the hints around you, oh i might be in the ukraine but sometimes it's just a blind great paranoid wander down a dirt road in the boreal forest with no signs of life except suddenly a dog on the road, suddenly an unreadable highway sign, a crossroads and you have to decide which way will bring you to some hint of your location faster. you eventually hit pavement and see a few big trucks passing you. but any streetsign could be thousands of clicks, thousands of screen reloads in either direction. you might be in northern michigan or northern saskatchewan.

― dylannn, Friday, May 10, 2013 6:59 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

google maps survivalism

buddy, get back to Guess the City

the crisp crunch and cheesy give of a pizza.

a few hours ago, a guy with a cowboy hat came in, looked a lot like don imus, and asked me questions about my life and he also told me: "i've got a son named dylan," bob dylan's birthday was on may 24th, and bob dylan is 72 years old. he told me that he divorced his wife on bob dylan's birthday. his wife was a canadian public radio personality whose name i recognized. he asked me if i was a musician. he gave me a cd, broke out the back sheet from it and signed it with a sharpie, THANKS FOR LISTENING. i'm listening to it right now and there's a song on the cd called "a lonely place called divorce" and there's a line on it about divorcing his wife on bob dylan's birthday. there's another song warning women to treat him well or they'll end up as a line in his suicide letter.

i was impressed with his commitment to his personal vision of his own character. but it made almost too neat an anecdote to share, black and white jim jarmusch short neat. maybe the one armed man story should have been filed in the same category.

― dylannn, Sunday, June 2, 2013 8:01 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

its hard to avoid SOME level of nostalgia if you are looking at and using something that is 50 or 60 years old. or even 40 or 30 years old. but for me, the thrill is playing that old thing and hearing new sounds in the present. its very much a now thing for me. some people definitely try and evoke the past and that's their primary relationship with old things. or they want to be reminded of the past. their own or an earlier past. there are always going to be people who prize things based on age. and who will insist, sometimes ignorantly, that the old or the new is the best. we should just avoid those people altogether. my own bias toward analog and tape and records and older recording techniques, older microphones(!), older studios, and older mixing boards is based on the variety of religious experience i have witnessed over the years. i can play 50 records (or a hundred or a thousand) and they can all sound wildly different! how they were recorded, how they were pressed, when and where they were recorded, what the room was like, what gear was used, what mics, etc, etc, and on and on forever all play a part in why they sound so different. granted, i've got history on my side. over a hundred years of recordings. but out of every 100 CDs i play, i might hear one or two that are genuinely striking. sound-wise. and they are usually the ones that were worked on endlessly and hundreds of hours of time and effort went in to making them. whereas some of the greatest records i've ever heard, again sonically, were made in a couple of hours on the cheap. there is a digital uniformity that my chaotic brain rebels against. actual noises that you hear in real life are not free of distortion or separated from other ambient noises/sounds. you don't hear things in a vacuum. and i guess i've never really understood people who wanted to divorce musical sounds from the ambient hum that is all around us. one of the great joys of listening to old records for me is actually hearing the room that the music is being played in. the reverberations. the echo. 78s and 50's-era records are good for this. old jazz. it increases my feeling of intimacy with the music and makes me feel closer to the people playing it. and its a different feeling completely than the feeling i get listening to the clear reallyreallyclose fidelity of a digital recording. which can often be lysergic in its closeness. you can hear someone's uvula flapping in the breeze. i can see why people dig that though. tech-wise. geek-wise. that ultrahuman clearness. like HD or blu-ray. i appreciate it more when i'm listening to sound artists or electro-acoustic music. very trippy. can be a little jarring if its just some acoustic folk record and i'm sitting inside someone's guitar or throat. i appreciate a little distancing. and that's what i think people mean by warmness when they talk about records. voices have more glow on tape? i dunno. its certainly possible to make a pretty accurate recording of the human voice on tape. maybe its like the difference between old tube televisions and new flat screens. when everyone had tubes, you would walk down the street at night and little electric fireplaces beamed out of windows. the windows would actually glow. you could see what people were watching. you could hear the sound outside a window loud and clear. with flatscreens the flatness is supreme. you don't get the glow. you can walk by a hundred of them and never have your eye drawn to the picture. they are easy to ignore and hide. same with digital muzak and radio. very easy to tune out. the uniform levels don't engage the ear. nothing leaps out. having said all that, i absolutely LOVE the possibilities within the world of electronic/dance/rap and digital sound. and that, to me, is the greatest stuff to listen to on cd. that tooclose and ultra-clear vocal sound you can get with a computer is stunning when applied to rap. talk about hard to ignore and jarring and visceral. when i take off a record and put on a rap cd its like a bomb has gone off. and that's a good thing. and i've already talked a lot about my undying love for those Kompakt CDs that ILM made me buy years ago. they IMMEDIATELY draw you in. they are definitely a gold standard for me. no doubt anyone here could name a dozen other labels who have achieved similar results and created amazing sound over the last 20 years. warp, mego, etc. whoever. i've also mentioned that when i put a kompakt cd on in the store almost everyone without exception who walks in the store asks me what i'm playing. they quickly become addicted. because it sounds so undeniably good! and cool! and it IS sound that leaps out at you and is 3D in an amazing textural way. so the uses (and sci-fi potential) for digi sound are endless. and i'm gonna guess that in 20 years we won't know what hit us. binaural blu-ray friggin' death ray ridiculousness, i'm guessing. but whatever comes will always be - it can't help but be - DIFFERENT from magnetic tape and all manner of electrical recordings of the distant past. there's something for everyone. my own nostalgic defense is this: bad digital recordings are often just that, bad. and sometimes, to me, unlistenable. bad analog recordings, or cheap or amateurish recordings, often have SOME sort of charming or idiosyncratic quality that can make them either endearing in their badness (muffed use of fx or just dementedly poor placement of microphones) or even addictively listenable from a sound collector/lover perspective (nasty guitar distortion, epic echo abuse, etc.). and when analog recordings on vinyl are great - and arguably they reached their height all the way back in the 1950's - i think they rival any art or art form that the 20th century had to offer.

― scott seward, Saturday, 15 June 2013 21:36 (2 hours ago)

As far as imagery goes, that huge block of text looks pretty impressive.

the thing that kills me about the PUA craze is that on Road Rules: Semester At Sea there was a castmate named Pua and every time I see the acronym, I think of her and wonder if this shit is haunting her

― DJP, Thursday, June 20, 2013 8:57 PM (1 minute ago) Bookmark

hahaha

i don't have the heart to rewrite it in the style of people writing in tao lin style on the internet.

― dylannn, Friday, June 21, 2013 3:10 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

but that will be the only thing that happens tonight. last night or the night before, i only slept a few hours during the day and came into work and, when everyone was gone, made a bed of towels on the floor in the back room and fell asleep until quarter to four. the night before that, i set myself up in an empty room and sat at the desk and wrote on the hotel stationary and drank a can of kokanee. i took a shower in another room, an early checkout. three women came in around two in the morning and i gave them a free room for no reason and they checked into their room and one of them came back and put two twenty dollar bills on the counter (american currency). there's a girl that works in the laundry room until midnight and she's started stopping in to chat before she goes home and i don't want to discourage her because i enjoy the ten or fifteen minutes she's here--in order to drive conversation with her, i checked her out on facebook but she seems to be really interested in soccer, and i found an introduction to sudanese arabic on youtube and i practiced the phrases with her, and we talk about cities in the united states that would be good to live in and food--but i simultaneously resent it because it subtracts time by myself from the night. with nobody coming by, no slow darkening of the day, the natural rhythms of life are absent and every hour feels like an hour but it still goes by too fast.

But Scheer and other experts believe a significant part of the problem with shift work is physiological. On a fundamental level, being awake at odd or irregular hours fights with our biological rhythms. Shift work disrupts the circadian rhythm -- our internal body clock that is keyed to natural daylight and darkness.

Because circadian rhythm affects how the body functions, disrupting it can throw everything out of whack -- including our cardiovascular system, metabolism, digestion, immune system, and hormonal balance. That appears to have serious consequences.

The short-term health effects of shift work are clear. ... Aside from the obvious fatigue, effects include:

Gastrointestinal symptoms like upset stomach, nausea, diarrhea, constipation, and heartburn
Increased risk of injuries and accidents
Insomnia
Decreased quality of life
General feeling of being unwell

― dylannn, Friday, June 21, 2013 3:38 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

ha, was just scrolling down to c/p that part - mental image of a mutant Ocado van roaming the Oxford countryside running things over

― wakaflockinihilipilification (seandalai), Wednesday, 10 July 2013 00:45 (40 minutes ago)

Man was like a sponge, everything was grist for the mill. Was there a tune that he couldn't slyly smooch up to, grab by the short & curlies before it could resist, then stick it in a suit and fill it with so much coke until it was twitching and drooling like a sex-addicted cyborg sweating lizard blood?

― trippin' on brostep beats (NickB), Friday, August 2, 2013 8:34 AM

nickb is a high quality poster but that reads like something by stephen wells

does any of latour's newer theory stuff demonstrate that he's actually doing any research at all anymore? i get his theory is all about actual research methodologies. but is he actually employing those to study actual things, or just pontificating on them these days?

― "Dave Barlow" is the name Lou uses on sabermetrics baseball sites (s.clover), Wednesday, August 14, 2013 1:56 AM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

that's what you do once you're eminent, i thought, you shoot eminent rays out at things in order to unify them under one field of eminence

― j., Wednesday, August 14, 2013 4:37 AM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I'm strangely attracted to Natasha leggero

― chrisv2010, Sunday, August 8, 2010 1:52 AM (3 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

And Katy perry is obviously not an actress but I'd break it off in her ass

― chrisv2010, Sunday, August 8, 2010 1:59 AM (3 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I have been to SF only once (aside from the airport), back in April, for a work conference and some meetings w/my boss, who is based on the west coast. We went out to lunch, and on our way back to the office, there was a dead body on the sidewalk covered by a sheet, blood pooling from underneath it, surrounded by fire/rescue workers and emergency vehicles on the street. People were standing around taking video with their phones and Instagramming it. It was really weird.

― Here's the storify, of a lovely ladify (Phil D.), Friday, August 16, 2013 7:22 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

The thread reminds me of when 22-year-old me moved 500 miles away to follow my 18-year-old girlfriend to her freshman year of college. Yeah, plenty of people warned me against it: "How's life? You need to let that go, man. She's about to go through a different life phase. It will go horribly wrong." And yeah, she was in a different phase. It went horribly, horribly wrong. Like, worst, WEIRDEST relationship bullshit to happen to me ever. But I don't think they were necessarily right. It happened to go all wrong. But I think there's room out there in this wide world for early-20s dudes to follow their incoming-freshman girlfriends to school and make it work and I will ALWAYS recommend that course of action, if given choice. ALWAYS. You guys are gonna be TOGETHER. FOREVER. Don't listen to them. They won't understand your love. You'll support her with your job at Blockbuster. Plenty of people do that. Plenty of people are young and poor and in love and get married and start a family. Poor people! They aren't any less loving! You can always shoot for Regional Manager or something, right? And once you've got that all sorted out, you'll be able to settle down and pursue your life's dreams of producing downtempo electronica. There's a mid-Atlantic Ninja Tune waiting to happen, and it all starts with this decision.

― how's life, Wednesday, August 21, 2013 8:36 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Almost makes me want to pack up and do something somewhere but I'm 42 as is my girlfriend and we're happy to let someone else release music for us, so.

Also, I mean, even though the relationship WILL crash and burn you HAVE to do that shit, both to live out the wholeheartedness that's harder to feel later in life, and to learn the lesson deep down of how dumb that stuff can be. Went through something similar, it was miserable and totally avoidable but if i hadn't done it I'd've made worse mistakes later.

sorry, i'm sure people have said that on the actual thread that comes from!

what thread

man how's life is really in full bloom these days

what thread

― socki (s1ocki), Thursday, August 22, 2013 4:06 AM (9 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

'that girls only thread is great'

when I see a dude in a tasteful plaid shirt, some raw dark denim, & red wing boots, i think to myself "that looks like a man of courage."

― your authentic guitar playing self (elmo argonaut), Tuesday, September 3, 2013 6:29 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Fucking weird my elementary school playground had the same "treehouse" as pplains & the same pee problem

If you're ever being buried alive, throw yourself into your panic with full gusto (you probably won't get much choice in this, but it's actually best not to keep a clear head). There are few moments in life when one gets to really unleash an all-consuming, sanity-rending panic. Such a level of primal terror is probably so overwhelming what it's debatable to what extent it can even be called a 'conscious' event. You're unlikely to experience thoughts anywhere near as lucid as 'Oh God, I'm being buried alive'. In the face of such an unpleasant end, panic induced insanity may shield from the full consciousness of your death.
You probably shouldn't take off your shirt and try to tie it around your face and mouth, that's kind of ridiculous.

― I have gathered no gaudy flowers of speech in other men's gardens (dowd), Sunday, September 8, 2013 5:30 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Voted Stingray. Saw one last week when out on the beach, and it was a magical moment. I used to dream about having a pet stingray when i was a kid. I would have it in a huge swimming pool and race it from one end to the other.

― Emperor Cos Dashit (Adam Bruneau), Tuesday, August 27, 2013 1:51 AM (1 week ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

should also go to cutecelsior!

I do wonder sometimes if my smoking annoys ppl around me...how many houses away can they smell it, just a little? Does it go in their windows? What about the ppl upstairs if I smoke on my fire escape? Do I have any ground to stand on if they object? It seems like with smoking the default "right" position is 0% tolerance of any inconvenience to others. What about the noise we all tolerate? Or the dogs, or the unsightly yards and garbage, or just every single other thing about living near a lot of people? Harrumph.

NB No one has ever said one single thing to me about it in my 2+ years here, I just worry.

― Tottenham Heelspur (in orbit), Friday, September 13, 2013 9:47 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

But this is still just lousy: this the cloddish, rotten, stupid Eagles; the meathead Eagles, the pestilent Eagles. I can picture George W. Bush, driving around Midland in '75, knocking back a few cans of Coors, blasting this awful piece of shit while he tailgates someone. God, even the guitars sound hateful.

― col, Monday, September 16, 2013 8:10 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I have this weird but salient memory of hanging out with him when I was like 11, and he insisted on playing me this Howard Stern video when my aunt went out, and it involved Howard Stern inviting women up on stage to have something called "Butt Bongo" played on them, and this one woman kept giggling and saying "But I'm a mother! I'm a mother!"

― #fomo that's the motto (Hurting 2), Friday, September 20, 2013 12:00 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

is that from the "saying goodbye to your pet" thread?

facebook

miley should change her name to Jah Cyrus and record a song with house of pain and naughty by nature called "gettin' my irish up" and have mc lyte and karen finley guest star. i would buy that.

― scott seward, Thursday, October 3, 2013 12:11 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

if i learned anything during that today show interview its: she's never been happier and she's just being herself and if you are being yourself you don't have to worry about anything. also, be nice to people when you are not onstage and no matter what anyone writes about you its okay because you know that you are a good person who treats people well. also, matt lauer is a big dick.

― scott seward, Wednesday, October 9, 2013 1:09 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

^^ fun and worth reading, but I can't find any imagery in those I'd call striking

read the last line as 'also, matt lauer has a big dick' at first, was it was pretty striking.

Same.

struck by another's jet

― deej snyder (Curt1s Stephens), Sunday, 25 April 2010 05:27 (3 years ago)

Very vivid dream last night that Whiney built a purple flying saucer and took off in California as US ilxors tracked him west to east, but it was revealed after takeoff that it was a suicide mission. Soon it was on the news and the Air Force was tracking him and all of ilx was posting with him, pleading for him to land it safely somewhere. Then he crashed it and died in my backyard (of the house in Alabama that I grew up in, not where I live now). It took about ten people to unscrew the lid off the saucer and retrieve his limp, naked body.

I know it all sounds really weird, and sort of based on the "balloon boy" thing, but it was very sad. Everybody was crying.

I did NOT do any drugs before bed.

― Johnny Fever, Saturday, October 19, 2013 10:31 AM (41 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

can u imagine meeting Oprah

― surm, Friday, October 4, 2013 1:11 AM (2 weeks ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I mean I have done full frontal on the Orlando Fringe stage twice but I can tell you audience exit surveys showed 75% of them vomited. nothing sexy going on at all.

― perpetually awkward, perennially unhappy (Neanderthal), Monday, July 1, 2024 2:46 PM (twenty-five minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

deej, thanks for writing, that's a great read, lots to chew on. It explains why I can't warm to Roan or Carpenter other than discrete moments: the tracks sound like potholes over which impressively thick pavement has been patted down.

― the talented mr pimply (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, July 6, 2024 6:28 PM

Mom would guzzle cod liver oil down my throat in second grade to Stimulate My Appetite, an easy feat when the bottle's ice cold from the fridge and the lip of the bottle's crusted with white cod liver flakes.

― the talented mr pimply (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Wednesday, October 9, 2024 6:35 PM (seven minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

her pal Santa falls to the floor (Neanderthal)
Posted: 9 December 2024 at 18:35:44

"tons of unidentified bodies from car wrecks....we can't identify by teeth anymore cos nobody has any"

she wants me to have a consult with a surgeon about my 3 remaining wisdom teeth. usual shit about "hard to clean", etc. am i right that once they've come through, it is a weird american thing to want to remove them until and unless they are actually causing pain? and i can just say "no", right?
― caek, Friday, November 1, 2013 4:22 PM (eleven years ago) bookmarkflaglink

haha.

i ended up getting them removed one at a time as each one began to cause problems. removal of last one was horrendous. by the time you're that age they're pretty much part of your skull. it was like dental surgery on a royal navy ship ca. 1805.

― 𝔠𝔞𝔢𝔨 (caek), Friday, January 24, 2025 8:41 AM (eleven minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

This crash was near where I live but I was playing the bouzouki at the time and didn't hear or see it.

― the real slim pickens (Ye Mad Puffin), Wednesday, January 29, 2025 11:01 PM (three minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

^^Edited for striking image clarity

when one wishes to forget that we are being repeatedly whapped in the face by the spiked wiener of evil

― the tomb in tomboy (cat), Wednesday, February 5, 2025 11:47 AM (one minute ago)

When I saw them open for Meat Beat Manifesto in the summer of '91 they stopped their concert so they could pass the mic around the hall and listen to political opinions, some of which sounded like Larouche-ism. A drunk guy in the row ahead of me goes FUCK. YOU. COMMIES LIKE BEATS TOO, MAAAAAAN

― a regina spektor is haunting europe (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Tuesday, June 26, 2012 1:29 PM

I wandered into an estate sale yesterday for the first time. It was similar to this description (beautiful older home, a retired prof's estate.) I didn’t hang around for very long and didn’t buy anything, but it was a strange and interesting thing to see so much of a person's stuff in situ and up for sale – books, records, furniture, art, and decorations, all of which evoked a very particular aesthetic and personality. And yeah, being there felt awkward enough that I wanted to leave after a few minutes.

― jmm, Sunday, April 20, 2025 5:38 PM (yesterday) bookmarkflaglink

I love that feeling. I live for that dissociated dream state of being immersed in someone else’s life!

― Piggy Lepton (La Lechera), Monday, April 21, 2025 4:01 PM

from Cow_Art

So today is the first time I’ve really had to talk to my dad and he’s outside doing yardwork and sweating his ass off with his wet clothes hanging loose on him.

That whole post was something.

i love a good ILM coincidence - i just found the Laser Records 12" of this this week. So good.

― stirmonster, Saturday, September 17, 2022 8:34 PM (two years ago)

this compilation is so fucking rad and i am experiencing imposter syndrome like mad right now. i am a little starstruck and a little heartbroken and it's a lot confusing, but it all reminds me why that compilation exists in the first place. this fucking place and you fucking people- shining stars, every last one of you. cheers.

Austin what comp are you talking about?

In case you have an idea of something fancy, the apartment we stayed in New York was in Queens, and we slept on the floor. I remember being absolutely fascinated by the garbage chute. My brothers and I would argue over who got to take the garbage out, because we were sure if we positioned the chute door at the right angle, we would see the flames of the incinerator. And my dad's friends would get us to take their dog out for its night-time mosey round the block, which I just loved doing because it was so hot at night, and there were so many people around. And there were always sirens. I was nine.

― trishyb, Saturday, 1 November 2025 11:22 (forty-six minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

there are all these terrible bright as fuck LED light strips under the cabinets in the kitchen of our rental home, i turn them on and it looks like we're in the Aliens lab where they store facehuggers floating around in water.

― omar little, Tuesday, December 9, 2025 5:44 PM

lol

wait so Trump's worthless money laundering social media site is merging with nuclear fusion for 60 billion dollars? god we are cooked as a society, we're like when a hamburger gets left out for an entire month and mold starts growing and then another layer of weirder mold grows on top and then you're seeing colors you don't see in nature

― frogbs, Thursday, December 18, 2025 11:15 PM (yesterday) bookmarkflaglink

not dissimilar to the color palette of our dear leader’s skin

I used to work this Marsden psycho of the moors guy who was known as Dangerous Dave. He was a dry-stone waller/generalist builder by trade but also had lots of guns and in his own words "he liked to go out at night and kill things". He kept a photographic record of everything he shot and he told me he'd a get a payment from the National Trust for every confirmed fox he killed on their turf.

He showed me pic of an unbelievably gigantic fox he had shot. For scale he had draped the creature's corpse over the bonnet of his land rover and it was indeed unbelievably fucking huge, it was gigantic even by Alsatian proportions. He also went deer hunting in Scotland and showed me his *hilarious* Christmas meme with him a pic of him psychotically grinning holding a severed Deer's head with a caption about how Santa might be running later than usual tonight. #onethread

― calzino, Monday, 19 January 2026 05:29 (yesterday) bookmarkflaglink

i have these flashes of memory where i'm sitting at the booth of a vast, dark yet overlit american restaurant where the tables have tablecloths but also tempered glass on top of the tablecloths, and in front of me is an enormous fluted plastic drinks glass absolutely overloaded with ice. condensation is rolling down the sides and pooling at the bottom on the glass tabletop. the restaurant is bustling with patrons and cheerful servers armed with ice-water jugs roam the premises with hawk-like vision, able to spy a half-inch gap of air at the top of any cup at a distance of 50 paces. when they do, they descend, your cup is filled, a smile is granted, they wheel away, the dance begins again

― Tracer Hand, Thursday, May 28, 2026 6:52 AM

lol otm

haha i was just coming here to post that

shaking babies (map)
Posted: June 9, 2026 at 11:15:14 AM
don't know if i can give it a fair shake now that i'm imagining his shrunken cold shower tater tot.