unkool:

ilovecharts:

(via lidel)

Grafikoni sve objašnjavaju :-)

lemonmeringue:

britticisms:

Eventually, like tangible media, Temporary.cc will fall apart entirely, becoming a blank white website. Its existence will be remembered only by those who saw or heard about it.

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meepmeepmeep:

(via owlatthemoon)

rendit:

We’ve had our differences, Amanda Hess, but you had me at hello. You had me at hello.

austinkleon:

xkcd - “Academia vs. Business”

Yep.

GPOYW: with Lydia Lunch last week

marinich:

A neverending neverchanging soliloquy.

Why I’ll Never Be A Writer

I can’t stand coffee, can’t stand constant isolation, can’t stand depression, simultaneously love fancy style and think it’s wholly unnecessary.

Why I’ll Never Be An Actor

I loathe trying to be people I’m not, my ideal method of conversation is a thirty-minute monologue followed by another thirty-minute monologue, and I feel that I somehow both love sex too much and don’t love sex enough.

Why I’ll Never Be A Director

Equipment. Fucking equipment. The goddamn walk-with-camera-and-tripod makes me feel like a quack in a cage, even when it’s just from my room to the hall outside. Also I can’t stand working with other people, especially people who pretend they matter. You don’t matter. I matter. This is my movie and you are a part of me God deemed too ugly to attach physically.

Why I’ll Never Be A Photographer

I’m not here to stand on the edge and watch you be beautiful, asshole.

Why I’ll Never Be A Game Designer

Partly it’s the people again. I can’t shake the feeling that if you devote your life to making video games I don’t want to ever associate myself with you or even nod at you on the street. But a bigger part is that video games are the future of the art world and the fact that video games today are so shitty means if I touch a pinky to that pool I’ll become famous and have to pretend like I give a shit about overgrown children with tape recorders.

Why I’ll Never Be A Blogger

I don’t like the sound of the word. Furthermore you can’t be a famous blogger without being snarky, insane, or full of yourself, and I’m neither. I can’t pretend I think other people should kill themselves, I don’t think Ayn Rand is the Glorious Messiah Of Our Future, and, while I love myself, my love is a love for me and not for quoting philosophers and namedropping bands. The bands I listen to you’ve never heard of, and I don’t mean “you” the masses, I mean “you” the smart enlightened feller reading this. Five hour piano compositions and the like. I’d tell you about it but I’d insist on writing more than a paragraph and you wouldn’t read it. The format this piece takes is deliberately modeled around your ineffectual attention span, you inconsiderate twat. Several times a day I consider deleting my blog entirely. Fuck that as a profession.

Why I’ll Never Be A Designer

Being a designer means being simultaneously full of shit and unpopular. I can handle one or the other to varying degrees, but the people who can stomach both are really just alien to me.

Why I’ll Never Be In A Band

Tenor singer. Flautist. No demand.

Why I’ll Never Be A Comedian

My ideal comedy is one where I tell a joke, ninety-nine people don’t get it, one person does and cries, loudly and irritatingly, in the back of the room. I don’t like bacon and I have nothing but contempt for audiences.

Current Career Aspirations

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