clarencerosario:
Seriously, science, where’s our cure for pine mouth? Priorities!
I once got “Etch-a-Sketch Mouth” when I was a kid.
I was probably around six years old. I dropped my Etch-a-Sketch on the floor and it shattered and spilled silver dust everywhere. (The screens were made of glass in those days.) In the course of cleaning it up, I got some of the silver dust on my fingers, and from there got it in my mouth (probably in the course of biting my nails or eating something later). My mouth got all tingly, and then part of my tongue went totally numb. It was a really really strange and disturbing feeling. It lasted for probably a half-hour or so, then went away. Then I was fine.
Was I the only child ever to experience Etch-a-Sketch Mouth? I don’t know. They make the screens out of shatter-proof plastic now — and before that, most kids who ever came in contact with the dust were (unlike me) probably smart enough to wash their hands right away.
Damn, this is getting ugly. I wonder … could we witnessing the start of some kind of bubble-popping inflection point here?
And should we be concerned about the fate of other potentially bubbly things? Like this bubbly little free bloggy platform we all share?
thehairpin:
mediumaevum:
The “Cathedral Dress” from Micro S/S 2012
© Iris van Herpen
back of the dress
FREAKY
From the back, it makes her apse look kinda big.
cnet:
This new Facebook phone: Why would anyone want one?
Rumors have it that the social network is again working on some sort of phone. But what could Facebook put into that phone to make it a must-buy?
What would you like to see in a Facebook phone?
I’d like to use it to poke people in the ear. Especially “friends” I barely know. “Hey, remember me? Here’s poke in the ear! Ha ha ha!”
If you watched Mad Men tonight and wondered how much that $19,000 salary Peggy Olson was offered would be worth in today’s dollars, here’s your answer (courtesy of the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics’ Inflation Calculator): $134,926.
Way to go, Peggy!
Your words say no, Jimmy Wales, but your eyes say yes yes yes
New Story Idea for Gawker
3,000 words on how “don’t touch my junk” changed forever the way we view personal liberty, terrorism and cloth-covered genitalia
Today marks 550 days since Don’t-Touch-My-Junk-Dude’s self-recording of his famous admonition to a TSA agent went viral, thereby changing forever the way western society views personal liberty, the war on terror and people publicly shouting about their genitalia to strangers.
Points for discussion:
- Is public support of a man’s homophobic rage at a TSA agent just trying to do his job still a force that can unite a broad cross-section of Americans who would otherwise hate each other if they actually met in person?
- Is “don’t tase me bro” still relevant in the post-junk-touch-rebellion era?
- What do 10 other blog/media people have say about the significance of Don’t Touch my Junk, both then and now? (Capsule interview summaries here.)
- Where do we go from here???
I first read this as “Space Dragon birthing …” which would have been a really cool story.
But a newborn space dragon would probably be bad news for planet Earth. So I guess it’s a good thing that’s not really what the story’s about.
Because she hasn’t suffered enough already, I guess.
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The big featured story on Gawker right now is a post marking the seventh anniversary of Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah’s couch. It’s over 3,000 words long.
Now, before today, I would have assumed that it was impossible to come up with 3,000+ words of commentary about Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah’s couch seven years ago. But Gawker did just that, proving my assumptions wrong — not for the first time, and probably not for the last time either.
Here’s tomorrow’s NY Post headline about Facebook’s stock-price debacle.
(At least, it would be if I wrote NY Post headlines.)
ninety9:
Can’t wait for the new Dan Harmon series which will be about a showrunner who is widely loved on the internet by a bunch of people who probably don’t know what a showrunner actually does and there will be an episode about how the showrunner really sustains his sense of self worth because of all the posi things people on an internet service say about him and then the people on the internet service will be all ‘he likes us!’ and then the show will get cancelled because the people on the internet service never watch the show because they read all about it on the internet service and aside from the people on the internet service no one gives a shit about showrunners or internet services.
And the showrunner will do weekly battle with a crusty old washed up former-star comedian who, we are led to believe, is probably secretly a really good guy deep down under his crusty exterior. Except in Season 2 we’ll learn that’s not true, and that he’s really just a total asshole.
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