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I THOUGHT YOU GUYS KNEW BETTER THAN TO DRESS YOURSELF LIKE THE WINDOWS AT GLASSONS?
DEAR IDIOT-FUCKING GIRLS IN NEW ZEALAND,
Knee-high socks are not to be worn with stockings underneath.
I know fashionising.com think it’s ok to wear stockings underneath as layering to add “a whole new dimension to an outfit.” A whole new dimension of stupid, perhaps, but not a whole new dimension of good. I know that it’s “practical” because it’s winter and the other morning it was -5ºC. You want to wear knee-highs with your boots because they look good but you feel like you need something warmer than just knee-highs. Seriously? Practical ≠ fashionable. Otherwise you’d be walking around in oilskins, gumboots and wool everything else with one of those waterproof cellphones and a Panasonic Toughbook.
My stylist told me that this is kind of the poor-man’s version of wearing thigh-high boots with stockings. YOU GUYS WANNA LOOK LIKE POOR PEOPLE?
BUT YOU CAN FULLY BUY A BAGUETTE AND WALK AROUND WITH IT UNDER YOUR ARM
France is a beautiful place full of beautiful cities and countryside but cursed with crappy, congested, expensive roads where there there are two scenarios:
A) You’re in some town/city and there are no parks, or
B) You’re trying to drive somewhere and you have to pay a €26.40 toll and then you get pulled over for “speeding”.
FUTURNARI – ANOTHER UNLIKELY HERO. NO FRUITY-LOOPS ALLOWED. TAKE YOUR VSTS AND BITCRUSHERS AND FUCK RIGHT OFF.
Another Unlikely Hero is the debut release from Futurnari.
Futurnari is a Christchurch-based chipmusician who composes, performs and records on native, 8-bit trackers. This DMG release is a 5-track EP in the vein of Zan-zan-zawa-veia and Alex Mauer.
I WAS GOING TO OBSERVE PROPER BLOGGING PRACTICE AND INCLUDE A JUMP HERE, BUT FUCK THAT, I DON’T CARE HOW LONG THE FRONT PAGE IS.
Yeah, so anyway.
Instead of being a Burberry model I really wanted Emma Watson to become one of two things:
- My wife or
- nah, probably just that.
THIS IS MY FOUR-HUNDREDTH POST! AREN’T YOU HAPPY IT’S SO CONCEPTUAL? I THINK IT PORTRAYS THE DEVELOPMENT OF THIS BLOG REALLY INEFFECTUALLY.
Here we go:
I wish I were Mothra smothered in peanut butter and jelly – Middle Class America Mothra – on an internet connexion self-bumping his 4chan posts until they bump up through the top of the site where the source says:
<html><head> <meta HTTP-EQUIV="content-type" CONTENT="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <meta name="robots" content="noarchive"/>
Like Mario in the code and the mushroom bumps out of the top of your browser and trails along to the right, you have to follow it on your virtual desktops and click on it before it falls out your CD drive on the right there. Well, it might on my laptop but last time I put a CD in there I had to shake it to get it out. Fucking retarded, how come they couldn’t design a slot CD drive that can handle a mini-CD? Laugh all you want but seriously, “It just works?”
Where’s the future at? I guess the future isn’t going to be great at all, it’s going to be an escalating compatibilty/incompatibilty war as the proprietary formats fight it out for the exclusive right to grant the paying public general access to their own digital property.
I guess the future is going to be someone climbing up to the peak of a mountain to plant their flag as advertisers encroach. The mountaineer hopes that at the peak there will be practical, affordable space travel and she can spill up into space like that PBF comic but she’ll arrive at the top and someone will take a photo of her and add it to the “Dreamers / Wall of Shame” section of the cloud and then they’ll float it to catch her but when she tries to grab onto it she finds her hand is incompatible with that state of matter and she floats on, upwards into the void.
