Fuck you I wont do what u tell me
Fuck you I wont do what u tell me
If all the elephants in all the world crapped into the same canyon for 100 years, you would still not have a pile of shit half a large as [you know what].
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Everybodys favorite mortician answers the eternal question about the reality of anthropodermic bibliology, that is: Were Books Really Bound in Human Skin? (Yes they were and the worlds largest collection of five books resides in the Hütter Museum in Philadelphia.) The most human skin bound books were made by doctors in the 18th and 19th century when the study of anatomy exploded and books became a status symbol. Doctors had access to corpses and money, so some of them bound their literature in human skin, which was soaked in piss for preservation. In London they also used dog shit. The Hütter Museums calls these books by the names of the former skin owner which I’m not sure is sweet or creepy. Now you know.
If the world gets taken over by robot AI overlords enabled by quantum computers while we chill in the metaverse I want it to be narrated by Stephen Fry.
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me, New ‘Megaflash Lightning’ Records Are the Definition of Extreme: On June 18, 2020, a single lightning megaflash lasted for a whopping 17.102 seconds, which it did above the skies of Uruguay and northern Argentina [and] On April 29, 2020, a single lightning flash originating near Houston, Texas, traveled an astounding 477.2 miles (768 km) to southeastern Mississippi.
Lode Runner in your browser. This was the first game I played on the c64, even before Blue Max, which is saying not much besides “you are old GTFO”.
Ethan Coen reviewing his brother Joel Coens praised “The Tragedy of Macbeth” is a sight to behold and I don’t care if its real or not.
Despite my prior association with Mr. Coen, I feel that I am entirely capable of reviewing his work in a fair and objective way.
Macbeth is Joel Coen’s shittiest movie by several billion light years. If all the elephants in all the world crapped into the same canyon for 100 years, you would still not have a pile of shit half a large as Joel Coen’s dumb-as-a-dog-dick rendering of this classic tale. One can’t watch Macbeth without getting the sense that something is missing; some inspired element that gave Mr. Coen’s earlier work an aura of ebullient genius is absent this time. The wit, verve, and undeniable rugged machismo that characterized the other 18 films in which he happened to be involved are nowhere to be found here. Ultimately, one must conclude that what’s lacking is talent itself.
And speaking of movies, if you haven’t seen it, go watch “The House” on Netflix. If you like Wes Andersons “Isle of Dogs” but wanted more subtle weird occult horror shit, this is your fix. Fantastic, lovely detailed animation meets creepy weird ass lynchian storytelling with antropomorphic mice and cats living in the titular house AND Jarvis Cocker from Pulp-fame is adding his voice and a song to this stellar movie. It’s good, here’s the trailer.