Saturday, December 17, 2011

Teach me how to understand [chat]mas



Eventually you hit a point of diminishing returns on the [chat]yness.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Songs for Paper Writing: Miko Miko Nurse



It kills sadness.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Tycho on Art

I don’t think I’ve ever read a definition for art that wasn’t stupid. Generally speaking, when a person constructs a thought-machine of this kind, what they’re actually trying to do is determine what isn’t art. I have always been white trash, and will never cease to be so; what that means is that I was raised with an inherent distrust in the Hoity and a base and brutal urge to dismantle the Toity. This is sometimes termed anti-intellectualism, usually by intellectuals, when what it is in truth is an opposition to intellect for intellect’s sake. The reality is that what “is” and “isn’t art” is something we can determine with a slider in our prefrontal cortex.

If this thought-machine had any purpose other than to create a world with less art, I could cut it some slack. But it doesn’t. Its entire purpose is to rarify art, controlling expression thereby. The aperture must be cinched, and quickly, before someone creates a cultural product without elite imprimatur. Its effete and its fucking disgusting.

Source

Diablo 3: Opening Cinematic



"You have quite a treasure there in that OH FUCKS BURNING!!"