In Sydney you’ll find these fun urban interventions by artist Michael Pederson. (Source) For bizarre world posts: https://sixpenceee.com/tagged/world
So they took a design I did and turned into a shirt. Next trick: Cranky Rabbit ones. (at Paraparaumu, New Zealand)
https://www.instagram.com/p/BqLWthkl2sQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=aahuylxj81lj
So true.
There’s something about this post that offends me greatly. Namely, the implication that:
The stuff you, personally, or as a species, are going through doesn’t matter, because at the galactic scale, it’s insignificant.
BOLLOCKS TO THAT!
Sorry, was I screaming?
Oh look. It’s my hopes and dreams of a good future. (at Paraparaumu, New Zealand)
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp2-QCMlCuh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12f563lkq0dg
Hello US readers.
Vote.
You know which of the two buttocks I’d vote for. If not, keep reading and you’ll twig.
And Betty Boop would be a better president than anyone else out there. She’d have rhythm for a start.
A Christmas Carol is so wild to me because it takes not one, not two, but like four fucking ghosts to convince this dude not to be the biggest douche in the universe. Like, four fucking ghosts came back from the dead, rose from the Goddamn grave to be like, “I came back from the dead because you need to quit your shit.” Fuck. How big of an asshole do you have to be to have four fucking ghosts tell you to stop?
Have you ever met a rich capitalist
Also, one of those ghosts was a rich capitalist douche. He needed to reform Scrooge to work off his own sentence, didn’t he?
Marley’s ghost basically told Scrooge that if he kept being a greedy douchebag he would go to hell and Scrooge still needed convincing and that honestly is 100% believable to me
That an old rich white guy being told “Your going to hell unless you help the poor” would respond by going “I still kind of want to NOT help the poor tho?”
Charlie Dickens knew what was up.
Dickens had to work in a factory hos entire childhood. His father was thrown in a debtor’s prison. Thats why all his stories are about rich fucks getting owned.
The thing I love about A Christmas Carol is that at the time he wrote it, Christmas, as a holiday, was on par with our Arbor Day. And Scrooge held the Majority Opinion.
Dickens originally set out to write a Very Serious Pamphlet About the Plight of the Poor in Modern Times, with numbers, and statistics, and gruesome details about the state of debtors prisons. And he realized that it would probably not change a single thing, in the end.
So he changed it to fiction, and made it emotional, and focused on the lives in one specific family. And he also self-published it, because he realized that a for-profit publishing house wouldn’t want to touch it. And gave it to friends.
Not only did it help change people’s attitudes toward charity organizations and help reform labor laws, it also (pretty much) revived the whole custom of celebrating Christmas at all.
That, my friends, is the power of a well written ghost story.
I just looked up this to see if this was true and it is!
The pamphlet was going to be called ‘An Appeal to the People of England, on behalf of the Poor Man’s Child’
He decided to write the story because he realised that soap-boxing factory workers and their employers on the importance of educational reform wasn’t going to work on a society-wide scale.
A Christmas Carol is literally a leftist/socialist story about not being a dickwad to your employees because they’re human too, your ‘fellow man’
Fortunately, modern media have nerfed the social commentary side of things. After all, that was way back then, but this is the modern day! We’re so much more enlightened now.
Preparing to help The Shed Project Kapiti set up their art exhibition at @tuatarabrew The Third Eye on Arthur Street. Opening party’s this Friday. (at Tuatara Brewery)
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpk5VsTlStI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2ikatssgbk9f
“Darling! Just look what I’ve dug up!”
“It appears to be a piece of dirt.”
“And there’s more where that came from!”
Alfred Hitchcock was not even in the neighborhood of fucking aroudn.
THAT’S MY FUCKING DUDE RIGHT THERE!
For when people tell you that they were just so much more Civilized and Polite about it back in the day, remember Alfred not fuckin’ around Hitchcock.
See, the thing is people seem to think that civilized and polite means non-confrontational. We’ve always been ready to get up in eachother’s faces and slap eachother around. We just used to call you sir or madame while beating the “esteemed” opposition with a stick.
I need to remember this.
I don’t have a good relationship with goals and success. A life of failed attempts has led me to believing that there’s no point to trying since failure will be the only result.
Now I am facing a period of life where I need to succeed in order to survive.
And I am afraid.
