kind of embarrassing to play a game that your friend recommended it’s like. ohh i’m pregnant with your game. i’m playing and it’s yours
i don't think it's like that at all.
we're not kids anymore.
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@theolivejar
kind of embarrassing to play a game that your friend recommended it’s like. ohh i’m pregnant with your game. i’m playing and it’s yours
i don't think it's like that at all.
people needdddd to wear headphones in public because while on an otherwise very lovely walk in the park today i saw a guy sitting under a tree watching a porn parody of the star wars prequels
if nothing else trying to tune out the sounds of anakin and padme going to town as i contemplate the babbling brook gave me a brief but vivid window into what it’s like to be obi wan kenobi
Dropping a brick on the post below
hee hee
i can always rely on rnz for some shit like this in my notifications
He’s right. Ten dollars for that much cheese, buying it is the only correct decision.
wow you're right, if this didn't say in the title that this is bad apple I wouldn't have noticed the subtle outline of a frame from that music video in this thumbnail at all
the apples fucking rotate so you cant even see a cut between them and try to find the lines
This is like REVERSE clickbait.
The Yugioh world championships are in France this year and apparently Macron appeared on the official live stream to wish the players good luck which is insane in and of itself but it also resulted in one of the craziest unedited pictures of a politician in history:
Ye gads, wut?!
how can this be real
I-
I think that might have been my handiwork?
It's at the very least the exact same model of phone and the jack is in the same spot??!
elvie. elvie what do you mean by this
The year is 2010, I am working on a senior project where I learn to play accordion. As a part of this, I join a local program that lets me sort of volunteer with the EMP/SFM, known today as the Museum of Pop Culture.
One of our primary jobs is that we are responsible for doing preselection of bands for MoPop's all under 21 battle of the bands, and attend all the shows involved. One of said bands has an old telephone handset that they use as a microphone. As a teenager still unable to distinguish between fun gimmick and thoughtful artistic choice, this experience plants a seed that will grow with terrifying rapidity.
I talk about the phone mic I saw a lot. I look up how different kinds of phones are built, and discover that most older phone handsets use what's called a "carbon button microphone", a device for capturing sound so simple that the only way to really damage it is to smash the thing with a hammer. The seed has begun to germinate.
2010 is one of the final, gasping years of the Radio Shack franchise. I think the decline of Radio Shack makes sense for a lot of reasons, but it's also emblematic of a cultural shift that I can't get over to this day. Any child in 2010 can acquire the parts required to fix a toaster, microwave, radio, or to build a Tesla Coil capable of broadcasting electricity 15 or so feet at the local Radio Shack, provided they have the money, time, and sick fascination with electronics or their own narrow understanding of communism. It is downright trivial for that child in 2010 to acquire a 1/4" jack, some wire, and ensure that yes, their father is in possession of a soldering iron. I ask my dad if we have a working telephone headset that I can render inoperable for use with a phone, and he obliges.
The beauty of a carbon button microphone is that in addition to sounding like you're radioing in from the antarctic, is that it's basically impossible to wire up to a jack incorrectly. The humble quarter inch jack doesn't carry electricity to power things, it's only job is to complete a circuit capable of turning mechanical wiggles into electromagnetic ones. I disassemble the phone, disconnect the phone jack present, and dispose of the speaker. To save myself having to drill a new hole in the handset, I install the quarter inch jack into the space where the phone jack originally was housed. I can tell that there won't be enough space on that side for both the inserted patch cable (the thing that plugs guitars into amplifiers) AND the microphone, so the wiring for that part has to be run through the central body of the phone to the other side.
I am then faced with a decision. See, the phone in question opened up by unscrewing the covers for the speaker and microphone, but the threading on the covers was identical even though the covers weren't. I could choose to place either the ear cover (lots of holes, slightly convex) or the mic cover (a few holes, fairly concave) over the mic. In the end, I decided to keep the mic cover with the microphone, which resulted in them being swapped from their original positions.
The mic got used in a few shows, including my senior project, and I had it at least until the end of college. At some point I decided I was done with the thing as I no longer had a band, and didn't have time to start one again. I think I gave it to Goodwill, either in Washington or Oregon.
I forget about the mic.
Thing is, I knew that phone mic really well. I don't want to say it was like, iconic, or anything, but it was a stupid project I was really proud of, and so I knew it intimately. The phone in that picture:
1) is at the very least the same model of handset that I modified.
2) uses a quarter inch jack that is installed in the same location/angle as the phone jack would be.
3) has the microphone and speaker caps switched from their normal positions, assuming there's not a hole for the original phone jack on the side we can't see.
I can't say for certain, but I think someone who knew a little bit about microphone and speaker tech bought my mutilated phone mic at the Goodwill. 🤷🏼♀️
holy fuck
Laptops are always so much more Fucked than phones in my experience. A laptop is like a beautiful horse that wants nothing more than to break all of its legs. A decently solid android phone will act normal
A laptop is a living creature. It has weight to it. A laptop breathes and produces body heat. And it wants to die badly. Mobile phones are not sentient like that & that's why they don't experience mental illness. A phone problem is like "out of storage :(" or "charging port broke". Laptops will cough weakly as they fade in and out of consciousness
You will hold a laptop in your arms and it's like "I can't feel my legs". And you tell it girl you never had any
A desktop is like a household guardian spirit, like a fae creature that protects a family over multiple generations, or perhaps a ghost haunting your house. A desktop does not have problems like health problems, a desktop has been angered and its Wrath must be appeased.
i tracked down the reddit post because i wanted to see what the hell this guy was annotating like 30 pages in
i do NOT know french but i applaud this guy who seems to be attempting to decode the book as if the whole thing were cryptography
#he is absolutely trying to figure out the dimensions of the house#unhinged behavior but also somehow a completely valid way to read this shitass book
(via @willaux)
@uncontrol-freak
I feel like this is simultaneously the worst way to engage with this narrative and the closest to the intended experience.
Dude's out here trying to solve House of Leaves. I give it to page 120 before the actual minotaur gets him.
he's adding an extra layer. he's reading this book better than any of us
(Music)
Do you love the colour of the Sunless Sky?
(I can't believe it took me four years to finish scanning and cleaning this, why am I so slow at digital art)
it's such a sadness to me that kids eventually lose that 'no filter' thing when they grow up. my niece asked what 9/11 is and someone explained it to her and her unfiltered conclusion was "bro. is that it"
astronomy club sent up a weather balloon w a gopro in it last friday. put in three packs of fruit snacks so they could have a giggle over eating fruit snacks that had been to space.
balloon went up into inner space, about 90,000 feet. came down right near the dinosaur park. a few physics teachers drive out to get it, crack it open on the way home to start watching the footage.
fruit snacks are missing.
multiple sources confirm that fruit snacks were put in balloon and sealed in with duct tape. physics teachers check entire balloon. no fruit snacks.
physics teachers watch footage. all 7 hours of it. right in the middle of footage, there are about 8 minutes of visual and audio static when balloon is in orbit. no other interference with balloon recorded.
conclusions: ???????
aliens stole yo fruit snacks
I’ve been a UFO enthusiast for 2/3rds of my life and this is the most convincing alien encounters story I have ever heard.
Happy just-over-ten-years to this post. Early in its life, it was viewed by a seventeen-year-old aspiring astronomer who DESPISED it, thought it was the dumbest Space Post ever, got mad every time it crossed her dash. But this wasn’t anybody I knew, and she did the mature thing and didn’t send any hate mail about it, and went off and got her whole entire astrophysics degree without me ever finding out. So how do I know about this person’s deep dislike for this post? BECAUSE. I have, at press time, been sleeping next to her for three and a half years
I doubt you'll know what all these things are.
Try this buzzfeed quiz it’s fun.
if you hired a galapagos finch as a linecook it would perfectly evolve a beak to optimally smoke cigarettes behind the dumpsters
samus's pursuit of a photo
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