Punx against fun

Ask me anything   I like a lot of things. I believe in DIY and getting your hands dirty, (and then washing them afterward).
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my mouth feels weird. I should stop chewing my cheeks. I think it’s moving my teeth.

— 52 minutes ago

theoceanspectre:

stupidlullabies:

Rudie Can’t Fail by The Clash [London Calling, 1979].

[You should see me dance to this song.]

(via havissard)

— 1 day ago with 411 notes
The other day, I walked in on Keeper in the bathroom.

The other day, I walked in on Keeper in the bathroom.

— 1 day ago with 7 notes
Excerpt from the Journey of 1001 Albums

wednesdayiminsane:

Def Leppard—Pyromania

I’m a bit late, but I needed some time to manage and compartmentalize my feelings about this album.

Fuck this album. Def Leppard is a sterile, non-threatening, one-armed mess of a band. The music is an ineffectual slurry of power chords and rotten melodies, and the lyrics are as powerful as watching a cow take a shit. There is no fun to be had here—no irrepressible message to party or fuck or do anything remotely resembling a good time. Hell—even “Pour Some Sugar On Me” has -some- novelty, but that song ain’t on this album.

But the worst part: think about the people that this has -meant something- to. What kind of man—and of course it’s a man—would hear “Foolin’” and need time to come to grips with the Mandelbrotian layering and T.S. Eliot-inspired rhyme scheme of lyrics like “Is anybody out there? Anybody there? Does anybody want me? Does anybody care?” I’ll tell you, the kind of ill-purposed and emotionally malnourished man who wears wolf shirts unironically.

In short, this is music for CHUDS, and thus deserves to be played exclusively as the soundtrack to the NYC sewer system.

My boyfriend wears wolf shirts without a trace of irony.
— 1 day ago with 2 notes
#okay maybe a little irony  #like  #he thinks its ironic that you think it may at all be ironic 
thepoliticalnotebook:

A grenade where you’d least expect it…
Estuche (Jewelry Case) — Los Carpinteros
At the Musée des Beaux Arts in Montréal this week, one of the standout pieces (for me) was this grenade-shaped chest of drawers (or, conversely, large wooden grenade with drawers?) — done by Cuban art collective Los Carpinteros. Lovely that it’s fully functioning — just as furniture, not as ordnance.
PBS Frontline covered Los Carpinteros back in 2008 in “Cuba: An Art Revolution." The collective, made up of Marco Castillo and Dagoberto Rodriguez, began working in the 1990s and their paintings and sculptures can be found in museums all over the world. 
Here’s a slideshow with a selection of some more of their work.
Photo Credit: Stephanie Coyne DeGhett

thepoliticalnotebook:

A grenade where you’d least expect it…

Estuche (Jewelry Case) — Los Carpinteros

At the Musée des Beaux Arts in Montréal this week, one of the standout pieces (for me) was this grenade-shaped chest of drawers (or, conversely, large wooden grenade with drawers?) — done by Cuban art collective Los Carpinteros. Lovely that it’s fully functioning — just as furniture, not as ordnance.

PBS Frontline covered Los Carpinteros back in 2008 in “Cuba: An Art Revolution." The collective, made up of Marco Castillo and Dagoberto Rodriguez, began working in the 1990s and their paintings and sculptures can be found in museums all over the world. 

Here’s a slideshow with a selection of some more of their work.

Photo Credit: Stephanie Coyne DeGhett

— 4 days ago with 114 notes

I puked at work. I was able to not puke while talking to that guy that called twice on the phone, but when I turned off my computer because I was defeated and leaving, my internals decided to let me know my decision was the right one, sending me sprinting for the lobby toilet, not even allowing me two voluntary spits before projecting what I, in my dizzy state, thought at first was my own hair, followed next by the water in that beautiful painting of the waves, concluded with my realization that the blue was the 1/8th of a bottle of gatorade that I tried so hard to swallow.

I had taken my glasses off and set them atop the toilet’s tank, because they fall off of my face so easily and the last thing that I wanted at that moment involved a) dropping my glasses in the public toilet in the lobby at work and b) dropping my glasses in my own vomit contained in the public toilet in the lobby at work.

I reached for my glasses, dizzy as all fuck, trying to make out the strange blue bits in the toilet water, and I dropped my glasses in the vomit water.

— 5 days ago with 2 notes

what the fuck is going on with my body this year? I have been ill so much more frequently than ever before.

— 5 days ago with 2 notes

I am posting pictures of 70s-era John Travolta on individual people’s facebooks. Just trying to bring some light into the world.

— 6 days ago with 1 note

explore-blog:

Mr. Rogers shows you how crayons are made.

(via The Kid Should See This)

This was one of my favorite episodes. I have dreamt of the crayon making sequence.
— 6 days ago with 323 notes

YES Sallie Mae THANK YOU for sending me an email letting me know that I haven’t fully paid my loans off for this month I WAS UNAWARE AND BATHING IN THE DOLLARS and BLOOD THAT I HAD KEPT FOR MYSELF instead of FUNNELING them to you.

— 6 days ago with 6 notes

Hey, all you kids in college that don’t want to grow up and have real responsibilities and all that shit - don’t worry, I’m right there with ya. I ate a bag of Bugles for breakfast because I wanted to and now I’m at work still eating the breakfast bugles. FUCK SOCIETY’S EXPECTATIONS. UP THE PUNX.

— 1 week ago with 5 notes
#YOU CAN'T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE  #this would make a good song  #new ep: ALL ABOUT BREAKFAST (BUGLES)