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fuckyeahexistentialism:

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clovenhoov:

Vattnet Viskar - ‘Sky Swallower.’

this would make a rad tattoo.

theprofoundprogrammer:

[text: “who the fuck indents with tabs I hope the sandman fucks you through a mattress”, photograph of a comfy-ass mattress with no bedding]

I’ve now been using emacs24 daily for about a week. One of the biggest changes to my daily development workflow is spinning up an emacs server on startup and spawning new clients whenever i need a new screen. I hadn’t used the emacs daemon before, and soon realized it was crushing my CPU, and shitting out “back to top level” with reckless abandon – which was super frustrating as I had to spend a lot of time waiting for a given emacs client to recover and become responsive.

With a little digging, I found a workaround on EmacsWiki:

Start up the emacs server with “emacs –daemon -q”
The first time you spin up a client/frame, open up your .emacs file and run “eval-buffer”

Geese are fucking assholes, this is true. But one time a friend of mine had to measure pollution levels in a river, at different points in the river, and she needed someone to help. So I agreed to help her.

She gave me these GIANT thick overshoe things, that were basically like galoshes which go all the way up to your chest and become overalls strapped around your shoulder up top. I guess you guys that work in wet environments probably have a name for them and are intimately familiar with them, but I’d never tried these things before, so it was a fun novelty – a dry environment of like an eighth-of-an-inch of olive-colored rubber, protecting everything seamlessly from my toes to my armpits.

So we go to the river, and the riverbank is just SWARMING with geese. I’ve been bitten by geese before, and I think they’re dicks. But now I’m wearing these giant boots that cover my whole lower half. So I just walk right into the midst of them. And the geese go fucking BALLISTIC, man. Honking and biting, but they can’t get through the rubber, and they can’t open they tiny geese beaks wide enough to actually grasp any part of my legs. So they keep getting madder and madder, and trying to bite me, but I’m pretty much invulnerable.

So I’m standing there in the middle of the geese, cackling, yelling at them “HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW, FUCKERRRS?” and they’re like, “HONK HONK HONK” and I’m like “ha ha YEAHHHH”

i guess if i were applying to college now that would probably be my essay about a time i really learned to believe in myself

— http://metatalk.metafilter.com/21382/AskMe-question-prep-its-worth-it#961340

As a guy who wears full brimmed felt hats, its the taller seats with head rests that I think drove men to take their hats off in cars.

— Teddlet on this asinine NPR blog post.

me: fucking puppet
dan: i would like it if I was in control of it but I hate being at the mercy of it
me: only the puppetmaster controls puppet. and the puppetmaster is kind of a bastard

#dooooooooooooooom

THE KRALLICE →

• 1 bottle LSD
• 1 bottle Lemon juice

prostheticknowledge:

Nyan Waits

How long can you listen to a growly, bluesy Tom Waits ‘Nyan’ song for?

Try it here