Don’t get all atwitter about what’s happening on Wall St. Here on the Main St. of the internet, links like this have me bullish.
Mighty cliche to mock a sports logo, especially since they are never designed to be enshrined at a MoMA near you, but this is about as budget as you can get.
Or Never Write Anything Like This…
“On the other hand, accompaniment by an etude or a cacophony of voices can become as significant for work as the perceptible silence of the night. If the latter sharpens the inner ear, the former acts as a touchstone for a diction ample enough to bury even the most wayward sounds.”
When pretense sleeps with a thesaurus, this is the sort of offspring you get. Awful. This almost certainly has to be a joke.
(via Kottke)
“… and had chest hair in which one could lose a telephone…”
The most amazing thing about this blast from the inflated past isn’t the inflatible gator, the fact that 12 Gauge’s “Donkey Butt” was blasting in the background or even the egregrious golf tan sheens my brothers were sporting. No, it’s the fact that 8 years later (about a millenium in internet time), angelfire still hosts this and other deeper related regalia.
Suck it Energizer Bunny! Vamos Angelfire!
Bit Tina Fey-ish, no?
In East Williamsburg?
Whatever happened to Bushwick Bill?
Related: “Mind Playing Tricks On Me” is cemented in the top five rap songs of all time.
Yes, I Went There. Yes, I Realize It’s Time To Let It Go
The mighty, mighty Tigers of my H.S. alma are ranked #18 in the nation by the most scientific, peer-reviewed study known: ESPN’s Pre-Season Pigskins Ratings.
Oddly, we are the the lower seeded of the St. Xavier High Schools.
The slight chill in the air, the talk of two-a-days, the thoughts of male cheerleaders running rampant in your noggin. It’s that time of year again.
And here’s a little something something to help you get your game face on.
And if your team knocks off the #1 team in America and you just took down the posts, do yourself and all your friends a favor: make it a Crown night.
