Let’s code the shit out of this thing.
The only thing better than reblogging myself (with comment) is looking at my own post and thinking, “YEAH…. THAT’S RIGHT. LET’S DO THISSSS.”
Ok, off with me then. ttyl.
I have a new tumblr over at makeshiftutopia which chronicles several of the artistic|modding|making|creative projects that I’ve done over the years.
The latest is Project BlinkyShoes, wherein I’m combining lucite stripper shoes with a LilyPad Arduino microcontroller and a bunch of LEDs, with the intention of flashing (1) Morse Code messages and (2) Crazy Party mode. Check it out and vote on an official name for the project!
Via; submitted by Idiosyncratic Routine
Automatic reblog for using my submission!
While I don’t follow many “cute critter” tumblrs, I saw this today and thought, “Why yes, my life would be made marginally better by the inclusion of one otter per twenty-four hours.”
I wish that I could use a stronger password for this site. 8 characters are NOT enough.Response (Gaurav Sharma) 02/06/2010 05:53 AM
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That, my dear, is the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
(via tracyrusso)
h.o.l.y. f.u.c.k.
It’s not that most of these recommendations are not “sound advice,” it’s the megalomaniac dictum that is truly scary. The good thing about a woman (girl? succubus?) this obsessed with the minutiae of presentation is that she has little time to get in my way while I actually amount to something of value.
True Story: In 4th grade, we had to write a report about the Alaskan State Flag. We had a month to do it. I didn’t do jack until the last night and convinced my parents that it was an overnight assignment. I finished it, got the highest grade in the class, and was mentioned in the school newspaper.
This corrupted me for the rest of my scholastic career.
I was on the envirothon team in high school, and we were supposed to have been doing beach cleanups all year and reporting “findings” of some sort for this district wide competition. We slacked off until the week of the competition and ended up going down to the beach with a year’s wardrobe, doing quick changes to simulate the various seasons as we pretended to pick up litter for photographs. 90 degree Florida heat, and we’re standing in sweaters, fake-shivering, trying to keep the tourists in bikinis out of the camera frame. Went to the competition - took second place.
First place award? A set of encyclopedias for the school.
Second place award? Tickets to see Lenny Kravitz.
People always tell me I shouldn’t give money to homeless people because they’ll just buy booze with it and I understand that but I’ve been giving money to the homeless for years and if we all stop giving hobos money then the liquor stores lose and that’s what causes a recession. Then we’re all fucked. Nice work, homeless people. Now I can’t get a car loan because you ruined the economy.
That’s why now I just give my money straight to the liquor stores. And I get liquor in exchange for that money. So now I’m stabilizing the economy, saving the homeless from themselves, and I can make wine slushies. It’s kind of a win-win except now I think I might be an alcoholic. I blame the homeless.
“Nice girls finish drunk”, The Bloggess (via warmgun)
mercurypdx via michaelnothing via vooduude
HELLLOOOO NEIGHBOR.
Everyone knows Stephen Colbert is Bob Dobbs.
Drawing Amber and Katelan
Things One Would Not Expect to Happen in the Financial District, or, How I Spent My Lunch Hour.
Based on Postage by Greg Cooper. Everything heavily modified by me.
*Unlikely to find your lost post using this but you can try...
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