@8 months ago with 1555 notesn. the practice of answering a cellphone with a generic “Hello?” as if you didn’t already know exactly who was calling—which is a little like the egg requirement that marketers added to early cake mixes in the 1950s, an antiquated extra step that’s only there to reassure you that it’s an authentic homecooked meal, just like grandma used to make.
-Stamps. Do you know how much stamps cost? The three times a year I actually have to send something in the mail, I’m sure as shit not going to buy a book of stamps for like $12 to send my grossly overdue student loan payment to the government.
When you buy a stamp, you send a love letter to civilization. The US Postal Service has faith that what you decide to mail is worth bearing hundreds or thousands of miles safely to its destination. It’s a testament to the ability of a country to compress space and time and to bring about order. Or, as is written on a particular New York City post office:
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Now tell me that doesn’t wet the corners of your eyes.
The bicycle is a devilish paraphernalia that destroys the youth – and lures them into rolling around on the roads every single night and on Sundays.
Parents and husbands no longer know where their children and servants are. They roam for miles to parties and dance, get drunk and uppity because of this gad about machinery. They fight and sin and impregnate girls from foreign parishes whom they don’t even know.
Recording incremental progress in my programming projects. P.
Regarding the Silly Text Adventure:
Tonight I re-wrote the command input engine to accept any string of text. It will understand and execute your desires so long as there is at least either exactly one cardinal direction in which to move you or exactly 1 item and 1 approved transitive verb to do to that item. Woo!
@1 year agodo the MC Hammer Slide north
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@1 year ago with 17 notes
Satellite BK location by Ringer Park.
I fuckin’ live here! Way to scrawl something lame in our cement, unnamed Allston jackass.
Digging through old photos #2
In the summer of 2008 I lived in China. My friend Kristine (薛涵) and I climbed Yellow Mountain. If you squint, you can see her in the second picture.
