“Endless Expensive Mediocrity” is the name of my next punk band.
“Endless Expensive Mediocrity” is the name of my next punk band.
Is this supposed to be (yet another) AI puff piece?!
An electric sign in a pharmacy that reads “Venkman, P Potter, H Bueler, F”
Picking up a prescription for a sick kiddo, and am apparently waiting behind a wizard, a Ghostbusters, and a ne’er-do-well teenager from the 1980s
Of the many great sayings to originate in my adoptive province of Québec, perhaps the best is the one that describes people being pretentious:
They are said to be farting higher than the hole.
One of my grandpas had scarlet fever as a kid that left him with a heart condition that prevented him from fighting in WWII, he sold color TVs.
My other grandpa fled the Soviet advance in Hungary and ended up selling brooms in West Germany for a while.
You mean THE Ohio State, I presume…
It was a, uh, rather uncomfortable moment… 😅
I used to be a funeral director and once made arrangements for a woman whose mother died. When I told her that the default container for her mother’s ashes if she didn’t buy an urn was a cardboard box, she replied icily that cardboard “would be good enough for her.”
Not that this is important in the grand scheme of things, but some composers need to lay the fuck off of the suspended cymbal. Using it at every minor climax/texture change is not as dope as they think it is.
A new Debussy quartet?! I thought he stopped writing those a while back…
Your irregular reminder, that competitions pretty much only reveal who is good at competitions. They rarely reveal who is good at what the competition is purportedly about.
Wooooooo!
Sabertooth cat attacking a giant sloth
Black fluffy house cat mid yawn
What I think I look like vs. what I actually look like
The Lad wanted to be a cheetah, so here we are…
Middle-aged white ball dude with stretchy band around his head holding up two popsicle sticks in the place where an antelope would normally have horns
I am become antelope, prancer of worlds
I’m so upset
Sabbatical = denied
Reasons =
1) no travel funding (my research and neither requires nor needs it)
2) people with more years of service get priority (many have 20+)
By my read, I’ll be in the running in about two decades after attrition has had a chance to do its thing.
This one burns.
Shiiiiiyyyyyiiiiiiiit
TFW a composer on another platform brags about this totally new way they have for harmonizing melodies and it turns out to be counterpoint.
Like, the-thing-we’ve-done-since-the-Notre-Dame-School-in-the-12th-century counterpoint. 😑
Could I get a side of the Body of Christ and, uh, a 32 oz blood of Christ with that?
I also really dig the vocal drop-offs that the singer uses. I suspect that, because they are not used uniformly, this is not a stylistic choice as much as an expressive one. I’d be curious to go through it and see which words get the drop offs and which don’t.
“The volt inside our veins.” Oof! Great line!
The Lad:
<snuggling as I lie with him until he falls asleep>
Daddy, please stop breathing; it smells bad.
Me: 😑
Archive is the new delete.
😂🌊
Oh hello, wrong side of the bed, so glad to have woken up on you.
Yikes! Hope the damage was limited!
Getting back to kendo practice after a week of being sick!
It’s a good question and it probably has something to do with my inherently contrarian nature, as I also don’t like Tim Hortons or winter, particularly. It is possibly the only way I’ve disappointed my poor father: I don’t even know how to stop on skate skates, I just tactically use snowbanks.
I don’t like hockey <ducks and surrenders Canadian passport> but I make a big exception for women’s hockey, which I think is better in every wat