The Antisocial Socialist

I can't go to this, as usual (though at least I'm apparently not missing China Miéville this time) but isn't the header the most wonderful thing you've seen in awhile? And they say Marxists don't have a sense of humour.

(The font is utter shit, though.)

Via apocalypsos: This post has some real gems, though mostly what you'd expect from a Teabagger function (though, amusingly, Boston has so few homegrown Teabaggers that they had to roll them in on the Tea Party Express). The commentary is pretty good too.

My favourite, though, were the photographs showing a confrontation between what appear to be steampunk-esque LARPers and the Teabaggers.

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Cutest. Counter-protest. Ever.

I got BoingBoinged! Well, zingerella and apperception, and I did. But no credit. I so regret never putting my name on that thing.

Is it gauche to ask for credit, do you think?

ETA: Jezebel too!

Via fengi, a video that fails harder than any rap has ever failed, up to and including that particularly shameful whiteboy rap period in the 90s.



This analysis says most of it, but doesn't point out the Red Dawn reference, so I will.

WOOOOOOLVERIIIINES!

Best line: "Public education made me dumb, man." Truer words were never spoke.

Via rohmie:
10 reasons to avoid talking on the phone.


Yes. This. All of it.

Another bit of common technology that I dislike.

Via dmlaenker, we have an early contender for 2010's Worst Person On the Internet. This one's going to be hard to beat, folks. Every single sentence in that post is carefully crafted from pure, 100% American homegrown fail.

ETA: Bahleeted, but Google never forgets.

Via terry_terrible: I have no idea who this George Hutchins guy is but his website is a work of art. And by that I mean that before you click on the following link:

1. Make sure that you are sober. In particular, refrain from the use of hallucinogenic drugs, as you will almost certainly have a bad trip even without them.

2. Have a cup of coffee. I tried looking at it without the benefit of caffeine and—let's just say you need all your wits about you.

3. Put on some sunglasses.

4. If you have epilepsy, a heart condition, or a moderately developed aesthetic sensibility, this site is probably not for you.

Okay, here it is. Keep your hand on the back button of your browser at all times, just in case.

The forum is probably my favourite part, as it's 99% anonymous trolls making the lulz, 1% George Hutchins responding in ALL CAPS, and 1% George Hutchins responding under a different username in third-person.

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P.S. He also advocates "more better jobs" and moving Hollywood to North Carolina.

For my fellow graphic design types:

Will you design me a logo and some pie charts for free?

Via toft_froggy comes this most excellent post: A Reformation-era "How Come?" book. There are no words. You just need to read it.

Choice excerpts:

Q. WHerefore is it that Bastard children are ordinarily more ingenious, and more couragious then the legitimate?

A. The cause is, that being conceived by stealth, the businesse is done with an affection more particular, and ardently searching those parts which cause the child to be much more accomplished, then those which are begot with an ordinary and common affection, and sometimes languishingly; and this is the cause wherefore the ancient Bastards, that the Poets called Hero's, or demy gods, have bin esteemed Sonnes of a god, and of a mortall woman, or of a Goddesse, and of a mortall man· because of their admirable, and above humane vertue, as Hercules, Achilles, Aeneas, Romulus, and others.

Q. How comes it that Eunuches are so extreamly moyst?

A. In that their seed which they cannot thrust out, or consume by naturall heat, so well as perfect men, spreads through all their bodies, and are moyst excessively, by which they have their cheeks blowne up, and their Paps great even as women.

Q. Wherefore is it that horses and many other kind of Animals, and even men themselves pisse for company·

174 A. It is by the Sympathy of the Animal spirits, or rather that the one thinkes of the other.

(Apparently back in the day it was men who went to the washroom in groups.)

Now I want to write a "How Come?" book for the modern era, filled with folk wisdom that is completely Mayde up on the Spott.

I wonder if the following Toronto Craigslist ad got any takers:

Ladies: are you tired of big dicks??? Then, you can try me!!! (T.O.)