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4. Hans Appelqvist (2)
5. Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia… (1)

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probertson:

awesome movie

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2. Karen O And The Kids (6)
3. Broken Social Scene (5)
4. FemBots (2)
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atpnightmare2011:

ATP attendeee Matt Griffiths has setup a Big Pretentious Mix CD Swap for this year’s Nightmare Before Christmas. Here are his rules:

“The aim: Bring a 10 Track Mix CD and give it to a perfect stranger as an Xmas present. These aren’t rules, they are merely guidelines-

- You must swap your mix…

(Source: scottlava)

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creepicrawlies:

Pangolin, ‘Scaly Anteater,’ Smuggling Is Driving Animal To Extinction

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2105:

“Facebook’s version of autobiography is very specific. It is data-driven. It is simple: Alexis likes the iPad. Alexis eats a hamburger. Alexis reads The Innovator’s Cookbook. It is a ranked, chronological database of a life. It is technically complex but grammatically simple. It is multimedia, but not rich. It is autobiography without aesthetic effort. It is a story without words.”

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Alexis Madrigal | Facebook Timeline: Putting the Auto in Autobiography  (via courtenaybird)

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popculturebrain:

Vulture has put together an eye-opening comparison of how vastly the media landscape has changed over the last twenty years. Practically any show currently on the air (including hits), if it were getting the same ratings in ‘94 would have been canceled immediately.

14.3 million: Viewers for the season premiere of Modern Family, by all accounts a hit, and an Emmy darling if ever there were one.

15.5 million: Viewers for an October 1997 episode of Promised Land, the spinoff of Touched by an Angel. It wasn’t even sweeps.

27.7 million: Viewers for the season premiere of Two and a Half Men — a shockingly high number, and the most-watched sitcom since 2005’s Everybody Loves Raymond series finale.

27.3 million: Viewers who watched a rerun of Grace Under Fire on a Tuesday in March 1995. A rerun.

9.2 million: Viewers it takes to get picked up, this time for New Girl.

9.2 million: Viewers who watched Who Wants to Marry My Dad? on August 4, 2003.

9.8 million: What landed My So-Called Life in the bottom 10 for its entire run, before it was canceled.

1.6 million: Difference between the premiere of Up All Night (6 million), NBC’s hit new comedy, and the premiere ofThanks, CBS’s Puritan sitcom that aired six episodes in 1999. Thanks had 1.6 million more viewers.

1: Number of This American Life segments about Thanks.

0: Wikipedia entries about the show Hiller and Diller, a 1997 sitcom starring Richard Lewis and Kevin Nealon. It bottomed out around 12 million viewers and was widely considered a ratings failure, though it brought in around 16 million viewers its first season.

8: Number of cited references on the robust Wikipedia page for Person of Interest, which has aired one episode that attracted 13.2 million viewers.

10.9 million: People who tuned in for kicky period piece Pan Am’s premiere, enough to earn it its hit wings.

10.1 million: People who tuned in for kicky period piece Brisco County Jr. in 1994, shortly before it was canceled.

41 million: Home Improvement’s ratings for a not-at-all-special third-season episode in February 1994.

10: Number of the ten lowest-rated shows the week of February 7-13, 1994 that did better than Parks and Recreation orCommunity’s season premieres.

5: Number of the same lowest-rated shows that week that did better than Parks and Rec and Community combined.

Thanks cable and the Internet!

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nishae:

“As Black women, we do not have the privilege or the space to call ourselves “slut” without validating the already historically entrenched ideology and recurring messages about what and who the Black woman is. We don’t have the privilege to play on destructive representations burned in our collective minds, on our bodies and souls for generations. Although we understand the valid impetus behind the use of the word “slut” as language to frame and brand an anti-rape movement, we are gravely concerned.” …

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jessfink:

I need some help spreading the word about the Chester 5000 book!

If you’d like to help you could also win a copy of the book! Just reblog this post and leave a reply with your email address so I can contact you. On September 28th I’ll randomly choose a winner!

What you get:
-A brand new signed copy of Chester 5000 XYV with your choice of character sketched inside
-A Chester paper doll
-A signed print

You can also read all of Chester 5000 XYV online (NSFW, 18+)
The only difference between the online version and the book is that the art in the book has been re-scanned at a higher resolution and re-cleaned. Some of the art has been redone for the sake of consistency and I can assure that it’s a very handsome volume.

Thanks, I love you! :D

1. Inspiral Carpets (19)
2. Belle and Sebastian (17)
3. Jens Lekman (14)
4. Beach House (4)
5. Bon Iver (3)

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distorte:

The Curragh is an alien planet, a sand plain of 5000 acres’ commonage, inhabited by sheep and gorse bush and the Irish army (picture not the military might of your own countries — instead imagine something more like grown up boy scouts).

I took fair Helene across the plain, across the thistle fields into the unrelenting but generally pleasant breeze. We picked mystery mushrooms and took shelter under one lonely tree before striking out for the edge of the army camp.

How to describe the bunkers? They are much like what you’d imagine defending the beaches at Normandy: concrete boxes buried entirely underground, with thin slits looking out at ground level. Invisible from a distance, sinister protrusions from the featureless plain up close. They were put in place for training purposes, but are now long disused. The bunkers are accessed through trapdoors in the ground, set back ten or so feet from the main room. Most were sealed with wooden trapdoors, but many of the doors had rotted or disappeared, leaving unannounced square holes dropping into gloom.

I stood over one of these holes contemplating the dark as Helene exercised herself some two hundred yards off (walking with herself is a little like walking a border collie). I clapped, listening to my clap’s echo in a fence a ways away.

Something baaed. A clear and loud baa from underground. From the hole. I called to H and beckoned her over. I clapped again, and lo: another baa. ‘There’s a sheep down there,’ we agreed. I put my head in the hole, and saw a white face staring at me from the gloom at the end of the short, low corridor. ‘This is commonage. No one will be seeking this sheep out in the immediate future. He will die shortly,’ we agreed.

I am not given to exhibitions to impress herself, but I am still not sure what I would have done was I alone. I was not alone, and down that hole I climbed. Cursing my sandals as I shuffled through the rotten trapdoor and junk that littered the corridor. I had to stoop almost double until I reached the concrete bunker.

A sheep stood there, trembling. He baaed once or twice, quietly. We were lit only by the gun holes at head height. Ultimately he was only a sheep, and I have handled sheep before, but in that four squared metre box he seemed big and wild and unpredictable in his terror. I saw bones and sheep skulls littering the floor, and this seemed like a terrible way to die, even for the stupidest of farm animals.

I moved towards the sheep with my hands held out, and he roared and ran into the far corners of the bunker, jumping blindly and butting his head against the concrete. Leaping almost to the ceiling. As I reached out he skirted me and ran up the corridor, standing under freedom, bleating. Not jumping.

Helene had me pause while she took a photo (pictured). I approached again, and he barrelled past me back into the room. I couldn’t grab him, he was too violent and I was too wary. He jumped and jumped again into the walls.

I found that speaking calmed both me and the sheep. I can’t remember what words I used, but Helene later reported that I repeated ‘Relax, you are just a sheep,’ over and over as I edged towards the trembling animal. He stood still, perhaps exhausted, and I got two fistfuls of his back. He bolted again up the corridor, and i trailed after him holding on. At the trapdoor I lifted, and he jumped, and Helene hauled, and he was out on the grass. His nose bloody from battering it on rough concrete. I followed him out and we watched him run away, pause to stare at us, then join the flock. They gathered around him in welcome, almost as if they were intelligent animals.

1. Beck (13)
2. Dan Michaelson & The Coastguards (11)
3. Tim and Sam’s Tim and the Sam Band with Tim and Sam (7)
4. Dan Mudford and Pete Woodhead (2)
5. Beach House (1)

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