Bits and Bytes

All about the ones and zeros in life

[yogihacks]

It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[yogihacks]

Happy feast of the 3 Kings. Looks like about 17 inches of happiness.

[stuckinapril]

“do you know where you’ll be headed in 5 years?” no. but i do know about themes and motifs. and friendship. and putting garlic on everything

[thememedaddy]

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[yogihacks]

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Hey

hey back at you

[yogihacks]

The good news is that the groundhog did not see its shadow today

[quantummechanics]

[yogihacks]

Summer Solstice 2021

[yogihacks]

An Amazing Sunrise This Morning

[yogihacks]

Know your eggs

[yogihacks]

Missouri sunrise around the Winter Solstice is nothing less than spectacular.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL

[rhube]

So, I read a few Internet Detective accounts, and based on the timings and reasons given to Four Seasons Total Landscaping when they rang (it’s location, for instance - they knew where they were calling), it seems HIGHLY likely that Trump declared there would be a conference at the Four Seasons, staffers scrambled to book it, Four Seasons said FUCK no, and staffers then scrambled around to find ANYWHERE in the vicinity that had the same name so that Trump didn’t have to admit to being wrong on his Twitter feed.

This is, in fact, MUCH FUNNIER than the idea that staffers made a mistake (come on, Four Seasons Hotel would have come up first on any search engine), and reflects the fuckin’ Dictator Playbook of being unable to admit to being wrong, and staff being afraid to do anything to make the dictator feel wrong.

[adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction]

Trump making a claim without any foundation (i.e. “this conference will be at the Four Seasons” when nothing has been booked) and then refusing to acknowledge the possibility of error makes a lot more sense to me than some staff member booking the wrong venue by mistake. And makes it a lot funnier. :)

[cipheramnesia]

Holy shit my unsubstantiated guess was right.

[vaspider]

For those of you who don’t know anything about Philadelphia as a city in terms of layout: this place is literally on the same street, on the same block as the jail, down by the docks, in Northeast, right off of I95. 

This is big ‘in a van down by the river’ energy. This is ‘the armpit of Philadelphia.’ It’s the industrial portion of the city, right by the casinos. It’s ... I can’t express. This is the least appealing portion of the city of Philadelphia.

[bomberqueen17]

My dude has become obsessed with finding out the precise sequence of events that led to this and has been following every journalist working on it, on Twitter, and it’s likely exactly as described above, with the additional note:

Likely, the Four Seasons Hotel demanded payment in advance.

Somehow, despite robbing US taxpayers blind for four fucking years, Trump is broke.

[yogihacks]

I can’t stop laughing ...

[sarahseeandersen]

[humansofnewyork]

(22/32) “Burlesque is a fancy sounding word, but it basically means stripping. You can wear a $3000 costume and strut across the stage like the Queen of England.  But during the last number, you better be taking off your clothes. Every burlesque theater in Times Square had two types of dancers: house girls and features. The house girls work the same place every week, and they always come out first.  They’re just part of the crew.  They don’t have it, and nobody knows their name.  It’s the feature who fills the seats.  She travels from venue to venue, and always closes the show.  It’s her name on the marquee.  And she’s the one getting paid. Now whenever I get into any kind of whatever, I want to be the best.  And Burlesque was no different. So naturally I wanted to be a feature. Only problem was there weren’t no black features. But I was determined to cross the color line, because features were making $1000 a week, at least. The easiest way to become a feature was to work strong.  Strong meant nasty.  Dildos and stuff.  And the stronger you worked, the more money you made. There was a girl named Monica Kennedy at The Melody Theater making $10,000 a week.  You know how much ten grand a week was in the seventies, cash?  That’s because Monica worked strong.  She let it be known on the street that she douched with Listerine.  And at the end of her act, the audience would form a single file line.  Each guy would be given a hot dog bun, and Monica would shoot hot dogs out of her vajayjay, right into those buns.  She had mustard, relish, everything. Nobody left her show hungry.  That’s how you made $10,000. Cash. But I could never do it. So I had to figure out another way.”

[yogihacks]

Burlesque Explained