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Is the dumb bird app gonna make me come back here?

Am I gonna have to juxtapose old crotchety 35 year old me to early 20s dipshit me?

Fuck that emerald-baby-Philip-K-Dick-ass idiot.

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Do you hear the people sing

Singing the song of angry men

Look at them, all those freakin' people

What a bunch of angry men

[freyacrescentshangover-deactiva]

Cry me a fucking river

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Sometimes I tell myself “2009 was only a great year for music because some bands you already liked put out albums and you attached yourself to other albums because you were young and open to new music”, but then I go back and listen to some album like The XX or Aim And Ignite or Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, and remember that no, it was truly a great time to be young and alive and listening to indie rock. But then I look at what I’ve listened to in the last decade and realize that, hey no, maybe it’s confirmation bias?

Anyway, I’m listening to Princeton’s first record that I bought when I saw them open in a tiny venue for Ra Ra Riot and I’m loving it again.

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Lemme come back and say something to the no one who reads this.

I am typing this in a car in the parking lot of the same ER I’ve taken my wife to four times in the last week and a half.

I called my sister, who’s husband is a nurse at a large hospital in Ohio. She’s making contingency plans for if/when her husband has to treat a COVID-19 patient; she and her daughter, my 8-year-old niece, will go over to stay with my parents for two weeks.

At the same time, my mom is 62, diabetic, immune-compromised, and a fucking cancer survivor (for the record, she beat cancer’s ass because of course she did).

If I find out anyone exposed any one of the people above to coronavirus, I will take these temporarily-unemployed hands to Ohio and socially distance their head from the rest of their body.

Don’t be one of these dipshits. If you aren’t one of the folks required to work...

STAY

THE FUCK

HOME

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For most of you, this is just a nice video. You should watch it, like, right now.

But hey Science Side of Tumblr, quick question: does this very good girl actually recognize herself here, or is she just REALLY FUCKIN’ EXCITED to see another very good doggo do a very good? This is an important question, please and thank you.

[saltrat88]

“You’re not my Dad!”

Hahahahaha

[norseminuteman]

“I’m in a tank and your not” is probably the best argument ever.

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So there’s that thing going around Twitter/Facebook/etc where someone asked about replacing the entire cast of a movie with The Muppets except for one person. Most people are suggesting shit like Fight Club or Pulp Fiction or some serious adult bullshit.

Fuck that.

Give me Muppet Princess Bride.

Keep Humperdinck. Fuckin’ Gonzo as Inigo Montoya! Rizzo as Vincinzi! Sweetums as Fezzik!

There are so many perfect fits, don’t even tell me that you wouldn’t watch the shit out of that.

Ever since I saw that idea, I really, really, really want this to be A Thing. Can someone make this happen?

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Couple of things from watching Infinity War a second time:

• Steve Rogers introducing himself to Groot; with a silly line but without any sense of bewilderment even though Thor just kinda showed up with a literally living tree and a talking raccoon with a gun fetish (and also a propensity for artificial body parts).

• Bucky swinging Rocket around, again not really questioning the fact that it's a talking raccoon from outer space who wants to buy both his gun and his bionic arm

Y’all, two dudes born and raised in depression-era America just kinda immediately accepted it and went about their business. Take notes.

[adultgaywad]

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I think I’ll save suicide for another year

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I don’t typically get attached to the musicians whose work I admire, but Scott Hutchison has always been an exception. And ever since he’s come up missing, I’ve had so many thoughts and feelings and memories of his music, but I dunno now. There’s just a deep sadness. His songs are sincere and vulnerable and, at times, raw. And now he’s gone. Its kinda lame and cliched, but as a fan, you really do kinda feel like you know him through his songs. I thought I’d have some decent, poignant stuff to say, but fuck it. There’s a small but substantial hole in my heart right now.

Thank you for everything, Scott; I can only wish that things had turned out better.

As for the rest of us - don’t be afraid. Whatever is happening, it shall pass. Depression is a hideous and deceitful monster that will lie to you at every turn, and it will take a small moment and twist it and amplify it in a way you cannot fathom. No matter how terrible things may seem, have the courage to reach out. Tell your loved ones how much they mean. It’s small, but it’s important. You are loved. You are valuable. You are worthy of all the love you have.

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Take the stupid things I’ve said, blow them miles and miles away. Thank you in advance, Scottish wind.

Scott Hutchison/Frightened Rabbit, “Scottish Wind”

Be well. Be safe. Come home.

[lostinthecold]

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Frightened Rabbit - The Work

Do the years add up To the suck and the blow Of a breath and a beating heart There must be more

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So the lead singer of one of my most dearly beloved bands has gone missing, and under very concerning circumstances. Please follow and read the tags included, and know that the man has family and friends, but also genuine fans - his work has created a relatively small but passionate following, and we’re sincerely concerned with his well being.

If any of you live in Edinburgh, or know someone who does, please please please spread this.

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I’d like to interrupt this regularly scheduled inactivity to share a little something. Those of you who used to follow this page in its brief, intermittently-posting prime might know that I used to place a premium on music and the appreciation of it. I still have an unused name with a very clever and relevant title reserved for the music blog that never came to be. So with that in mind, I decided to revisit those days for my 30th birthday. I took 30 of my favorite artists, and chose one song by each. This was supposed to be sorta easy, but became kinda agonizing, to the point that I literally filled up a secondary “30 More Songs” list in less than, uh, 30 minutes. (Sorry). Feel free to peruse this list however you wish. And scoff at my mid-aughts white-boy sensibilities. It’s something resembling a half-assed, narcissistic “gift to to you”, so go and listen.

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I’m a big Decemberists fan, and I love Hazards of Love, but i know I’m getting older because I realize that Shara Nova’s Forest Queen is in the right to a point. She’s got a special-needs son (literally barely survived and only with her help, and dude is a shape-shifting part-man/part-fawn) who suddenly comes up to her and is all “MOM I MET A GIRL AND WE HAD SEX AND SHE’S PREGNANT AND WE’RE IN LOVE!”. I mean, hiring a hitman to kidnap a pregnant woman and torture her is kind of extreme but like, they then react by escaping, getting married and drowning themselves. Maybe there’s a less dramatic solution in there somewhere?

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