

I will never not upvote some Chromeo.
Which American are you?
“We can’t fight back because then the Nazis will take the opportunity to punish us harder”
“it’s not as EASY as you seem to think”
“Yeah, well what have YOU done??”
“Did you not see the VERY effective and not-at-all-a-huge-joke No Kings protests?”
“Keyboard warrior!”
“I can’t have principles, I might lose the shitty job I hate!”
“I believe that every historical revolutionary to whom I owe my prosperity was a Disney character with no family or livelihood at stake and who never really had to risk anything because in my child-brain their victory was guaranteed.”
I will never not upvote some Chromeo.
Is there a Ralph’s around here?
You don’t know what the alternative is? Come on.
My ban was for expressing “extreme indifference” about Kissinger taking a dirt nap.
I HAVE NOT SEEN YOUR RING
BUT HAVE YOU CHECKED YOUR RING
This would require the bullshit “opposition” to stop cowering. Non-starter.
April 1994. I was thirteen, at a sleepover with friends, playing Starfox on the SNES when my friend’s older brother told us he’d connected the home computer to the phone line.
No Prodigy or AOL, this was something different- more raw and BBS-ey. We started messing around and figured out how to join a local chat room- I have no idea now what they were called back then. There were maybe fifteen people in there, all with William-Gibson-ass usernames.
We were eating pizza and Sour Patch Kids, just fucking around, typing and watching the others. Then someone in the chat said, “Hey, turn on MTV. Kurt Cobain’s dead.” We flipped on the TV and sure enough, there was Kurt Loder breaking the news.
Very vivid 1994 moment.
With a cassette drive, baybeeee
1999 Fark crew represent!
Pom Poko is literally the only one that didn’t put me to sleep in the first act.
Oh man, Ratatat. My (now) wife put Ratatat on the mix CD she made for me after our first date 15 years ago.