Apathy Jack writes:
This may be the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.
An article from New Scientist suggesting that when young people become Goths they are less likely to self-harm than their more colourful peers.
Part of the poem Ice Cream Cone, by Liza Jessie Peterson:
I retreated back to headquarters, breathless from surviving yet another day of battling the slings and arrows of outrageous motherfuckers in the street.
Preliminary design for a car-less city.
(This comes from the wonderful new site grinding.be, where a few future-minded people have gathered to look at what life is becoming.)
Your music video for the day: Gone Daddy Gone, by Gnarls Barkley, a crazed wee romp recasting the band as bugs – especially notable for the creepily trippy last thirty seconds or so...
Someone has counted how many lies the Bush administration told in the lead up to the war in Iraq. As it turns out, there were quite a few...
Dara O’Braian on the young:
Next time an eighteen-year-old comes bouncing up to you going: “Look at me! I’m fit, I’m gorgeous, I’ve got a body like a mattress! You could bounce coins off me I’m so fit.” You just go: “Yeah, I’m not so fit. But I’ve been working for a while – I’ve got cash. Here’s a tenner – dance for me, you prick.”
This is actually how I get in the holidays. It’s probably for the best they’ll be over soon...