When you think of gifs, you should think of Tom Moody. At some point.
(make with the clicky to see the gif-y)
Was originally supposed to appear here.
In my work, seriousness was essential, otherwise the jokes fall flat.
In my work, jokes were essential, otherwise the seriousness would dissipate.
Why do I compare a joke to a poorly-made cake?
Why do I think seriousness is a gas (a form of matter, ungraspable, boundless, evanescent, chaotic and ghostlike)?
I am greatly irritated by the contemporary use of “swag” as derived from “swagger” (AFAICT).
Although not explicitly referenced, I would not be surprised to see Taffy with swag.
Bonus points for wearing the optional domino-mask.
Here are some notes on the origin of the word ‘swag’ that generally agree with me (ignore everything in the article that doesn’t agree with me).
shitphone, a love story (okay, okay, its a phone, not a radio).
I was living in Budapest and volunteering at Artpool in 1993, where I saw St.Auby’s Czech radio as part of the _3x4_ exhibit. I had it explained to me in person, and at a post-opening dinner, his toddler-daughter fed me my salad piece-by-piece.
22 years later, I am reading an article on cheap smartphones, and see the czech-radio. Dumb bricks. Only this time, who is fooled?
On the difficulties of displaying poetry on the web, or in eReaders.
Charles Platt was suspicious of Nickled and Dimed, so he decided to work at WalMart.