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GREEN DAY vs. homophobia in the early 90’s
Happy Pride Month!
Reminder that Billie Joe Armstrong publicly came out as bisexual in 1995!
“I think I’ve always been bisexual. [...] It’s ingrained in our heads that it’s bad, when it’s not bad at all. It’s a very beautiful thing.”
And that Green Day used their platform to bring openly gay punk band Pansy Division on tour with them in 1994!
Uncredited 1963 cover art to Simulacron-3, by Daniel F. Galouye
@ beamingdesign
For the last decade or so, I’ve been routinely attending a ride-on lawnmower race. I’ve always wanted to participate, but the high cost of used mowers is better spent on more practical vehicles, like literally anything else. Sometimes, though, the universe sends you a message. And in my case, that message came in the form of an awkward leg of a huge trade-in scam.
Picture, if you will, the humble redneck. They await the approach of big, fast domestic mowers. John Deeres, Cub Cadets, even weird modified Chinese stuff they looted from Aliexpress. There is jubilance, but that soon comes to an awkward hush. An unfamiliar engine note approaches.
My International 1480 combine harvester, all ten tons of it, is barrelling down the highway at a clip somewhere between “tepid” and “jaunty.” Even though I have shown up for a race, I am sandbagging a little bit, making sure that the bets get settled against my vehicle before I show them the might of a fully operational monster such as mine.
Technically, there is no violation. I had looked at the rulebook from every angle in the previous year: it has the correct number of wheels, the proper agricultural intent, and with precise work on the tiller, it can even (poorly) mow a suburban lawn. Is it modified? Oh yes, yes indeed, but I see the nitrous bottles poking out from the rows of Kubotas at the starting line.
And when I leave the starting line, it is a thing of beauty. At least for a few milliseconds. It seems that the wizards at International Harvester simply did not comprehend of a situation in which the frame of their combine would be launched into the air by means of one thousand eight hundred foot-pounds of supercharger-bolstered torque. I had erroneously believed that the loose soil of the rural community would let the wheels dip in, but now I am facing directly into the sky, having twelve o’ clocked hard on my wheelie, shooting flames from my exhaust and whirling vertical blades of death towards the grandstand.
It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.
“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook. “
I am but a mild-mannered urban being and have no idea what happened in this story, but with all the Gods as my witness I am getting the above text put on a plaque and hanging it in my living room.
After deciphering this, the mental imagery is incredible holy shit. I need to explore this:
Ok so for a lawn mower race, most people are gonna show up on machines about this size
This is an average riding lawn mowers, the kind used for neighborhood lawns. A lot of middle-class households have one.
This is a Combine Harvester
This is the specific model op mentions.
This is not a domestic lawn mower. This is industrial farming equipment. It is BIGGER.
For perspective, a lawn mower would be about the height of one of the front wheels.
So op shows up to a Lawn Mower Race on this thing–which technically isn’t against the rules, since a harvester technically can be used to cut down grass.
Important to note: op has also apparently modified the engine. This isn’t just industrial farming equipment– it’s souped up industrial farming equipment. This is a Pimped Out Crop Harvester.
So op shows up to the starting line on this thing
and op GUNS it.
Here is a concise illustration of what happens next:
90 degree rotation skywards. Another fun detail is that the “whirling vertical blades of death” are now sticking out in the air, presuming twirling gesturing threatening like a maniacal edward scissorhands in the direction of audience bystanders.
And that is how you get some extremely specific phrases added to a rulebook!
Dot by dot, star by star…
#what the fRESH HELL#
oh my.
this is so perfect.
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Tony Hawk’s Twitter is a gold mine honestly
We Stan this San Diego Man
this
C o m e d yy
Some recent gems:
And of course there’s
#where is race war tony hawk tweet thats my fav (via @laughingfish)
I gotchu, bro:
particle exercises 2
Pay them ppl man.
rick astley is BRITISH????????
Also dude is out here doing synthwave shit now???????????????????????
my fave thing about being alive is that there is nothing that cannot be learned. tapestry weaving, astrophysics, swimming. music, theremin, singing. cutting your own hair, dancing, quantum mathematics. sewing, philosophy, social skills. knowledge is divine, but sharing it is human !!!
...... yeah can i get your girl's number?
Wife material. This dude is insane.
If you don't put a ring on it I will, you coward
yea bud! i was on the grind nonstop for a few months until my body said haha watch THIS! and took me out of work for 3 weeks
Sometimes, it will take the rest of your life.
I can’t stress this enough. I wish I could get through to everyone I know. If you try to organise and be productive with every minute of your day, eventually, your body will pull the rug out from under you in a dramatic fashion, and you may end up being able to do very little at all, in a world that has no sympathy for people who need to rest.
So rest now. And work on making sure the people around you know it’s OK to rest.
And don’t feel guilty for resting. Practice telling yourself that rest - quality rest, where you’re not stressing about something you feel you ought to be doing - is actually a productive thing to do for your body.
You are an animal. You need to respect that animal’s needs. That includes laying about doing nothing as much as it does enrichment and running about.
Even your fucking computer gets overheated and slow if you don’t allow it to shut down and update sometimes (which is actually a lot of what sleep does for humans, btw). You eve notice how sometimes your browser just crashes sometimes because you have too many tabs open, or one of the tabs is causing the whole machine to run slowly?
So don’t tell yourself you want to work like a machine because guess what? Machines fucking fall over all the time if you overload them, try to do too many things at once, or don’t let them rest.
Rest knits up the ravelled edge of care.
If you don’t make time for your wellness, you will make time for your illness.
Of all the weird and unexpected shit I experienced during the pandemic, something truly unique and bizarre stands out as the most positive side effect of the crisis:
I became a minor music video star.
And before you even think “Oh, that sounds cool,” I’m going to say that yeah it’s pretty cool, but it’s a lot less cool than it sounds. The video is dumb as hell and cheesy af... but it got me on the (phone) screen where anyone can see me sing and act.
This caught the attention of a producer and professional touring musician who loves my voice and onscreen presence. I spent Monday in his studio where he taught me basic songwriting skills and helped me record and sketch out my first couple of songs.
Now, I can’t frickin stop.
Expect an album from me in about a month, I guess. Fuck.
