— Users of club drug ‘Roflcoptr’ warned about unknown long term effects | News | NME.COM (via stryker)
THIS STORY HAS MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH DRUGS ALL OVER AGAIN.
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— Users of club drug ‘Roflcoptr’ warned about unknown long term effects | News | NME.COM (via stryker)
THIS STORY HAS MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH DRUGS ALL OVER AGAIN.
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The following is a statement by Senator Chris Dodd, Chairman and CEO of the Motion
Picture Association of America, Inc. (MPAA) on the so-called “Blackout Day” protesting anti-piracy legislation:
“Only days after the White House and chief sponsors of the legislation responded to the major concern expressed by opponents and then called for all parties to work cooperatively together, some technology business interests are resorting to stunts that punish their users or turn them into their corporate pawns, rather than coming to the table to find solutions to a problem that all now seem to agree is very real and damaging.
It is an irresponsible response and a disservice to people who rely on them for information and use their services. It is also an abuse of power given the freedoms these companies enjoy in the marketplace today. It’s a dangerous and troubling development when the platforms that serve as gateways to information intentionally skew the facts to incite their users in order to further their corporate interests.
A so-called “blackout” is yet another gimmick, albeit a dangerous one, designed to punish elected and administration officials who are working diligently to protect American jobs from foreign criminals.
It is our hope that the White House and the Congress will call on those who intend to stage this “blackout” to stop the hyperbole and PR stunts and engage in meaningful efforts to combat piracy.”
This is so stupid, ham-handed, fact-free, condescending, and lame that I’m starting to think Chris Dodd is a double agent sent to destroy SOPA from within.
For years I tried to tell people about The Banana Man and no one knew what I was talking about, so I’m grateful that YouTube has made his act retrievable. Early TV was full of vaudeville leftovers — plate spinners, animal acts, and especially clowns, many of whom, like Emmett Kelly, were silent and sentimental and thus easy for children like me to enjoy. But I regarded The Banana Man with horror. He observed the usual clown proprieties by being non-verbal, but he did vocalize, constantly, with shrill, wordless trilling and gargled cries of “wow.” I recognized this not as a comic trope but as the helpless emissions of a disordered mind. Maybe I’d seen a bum doing something like that; I know that when, years later, I saw homeless people singing or muttering to themselves, outwardly cheerful but still clearly deranged, they made me think of The Banana Man. Or maybe it was the churning of my own mind that The Banana Man reflected back to me, and that was what horrified me — that even though I was trying to be good and washing my hands and combing my hair and behaving myself in public, I was, in some way, a Banana Man myself.
And of course his front pockets were always spewing bananas.
MY DICK: THE CREATURE ALL MEN FEARED BECAME ONE MAN’S OBSESSION
Let’s start the New Year off right — with retarded shit by bored clerks that makes Beavis & Butthead look like Fletcher and Beaumont.
I’ve got a little secrete for you guys, I know why you end up in the friend zone.
So, you say you’re a nice guy, maybe you are. Always there for her, she talks to you about all her problems, you were there for her when her cat died. You helped her though some tough times, but she only looks at…
“A lot of what ‘nice guys’ do is kiss ass and expect some kind of reward in return.”
Before this, whenever I heard one of these “nice guys” discussions, even when they involved brilliant feminists like Amanda Marcotte, it seemed ridiculous to me that they were even taking place. Why were serious people discussing the adolescent behavior patterns of alleged adult males?
But this line made it break through for me. “Nice guy” syndrome in grownups is part and parcel of the careerism that has been endemic in this culture for decades. Kiss ass and make good. If it doesn’t work, it’s not your fault, because nobody in your peer group and nothing in your experience would have led you to believe that just doing to work — in this case, being yourself — was going to be sufficient.
Nice Guy syndrome as a symptom of the American Dream — now that’s interesting.
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The New York Times has got ahold of an early version of the New York Mets term sheet offering to potential investors. My favorite parts:
- Business card with “Owner” title
- Dedicated “VVIP” Owners’ Area
- Owner’s Night in Mo’s Zone
- One annual opportunity to throw out a “1st Pitch”
- Private lunch with SNY announcers
- Mr. Met made available for Owners at Citi Field events
- Access to attend Mets MLB Draft “war room”
- Access to purchase tickets to Postseason games (NOT INCLUDED!!!)
- Discounts on all MLB-licensed merchandise
You know, they have often infuriated me, but before now the Mets never made me sad.
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