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yo you can rant about twerking all you want but this is a gif of the moment i knew Miley was grown

http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/18798189/stream?client_id=3cQaPshpEeLqMsNFAUw1Q?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

Deskhop, “Damp”

In 2011 the creator of my two favorite mashups of all time (yes #1 is “Easternization” and #2 is “Commodity Fetishism” and u know i’ve listened to many a mashup) released five more tracks and didn’t even think to let me know, letting me randomly Google his name on a hopeful whim. Deskhop, I want to say it publicly and proudly on my tumblr so that nobody can deny it and it won’t be forgotten: you are totally forgiven bro. Still holding on to some of the vestiges of glitch fuckery that was at the forefront of his earlier work, he seems to be cleaning up his act a bit. These five songs all experience momentary bursts of the pristine pop swarmed by the chaos of a malfunctioning computer— the sound that originally drew me to Deskhop.

That said (and since I know he’s read my posts before, long long ago), I kinda want to take a moment and say “hey dude, don’t simplify! keep going bombastic and noisy and shattered-sounding and raw. It defined you for this listener in an era where too many people began to slap one song on another and call it a day.” Let it be known that these “new” tracks are dope! however i am not seeking dopeness but angelic elevation~

Buckwheat Groats, “Take Yourself Out Tha Game”

When a buddy showed this to me for the first time yesterday, he explained that it wasn’t popular because it was “kinda dark.” While I’m not about to go bring up suicide as a first date conversation topic, I hadn’t thought about how much it could push people away from watching this. Mostly because I don’t think this video is making fun of suicide. It’s making fun of cloying hip-hop motivationals, breathy and piano-backed, in which the rapper breaks character in order to inspire you back on your feet… When just last song he was rhyming about killing all of his enemies and friends. For those listeners who require authenticity in their musicians, those types of pick-me-ups are a gross violation of their own taste, and deserve to be mocked.

About two hours ago I was talking with a friend about some of our favorite South Park episodes: anything with Mitch Connors, Cartman’s manipulative masterminding handpuppet. It’s not so much that the dialogue gets cranked up courtesy of Mitch, or that the plots are master-crafted, but that Cartman holds conversations with his own hand, and the show goes to such lengths to make it seem like any normal TV back-and-forth while also never breaking the physics of the fact that this kid’s hand is attached to him and doesn’t have a mind of its own. The reason these episodes stand out to me in the 15-or-so seasons of South Park I’ve watched are that they aren’t just well-written, but they are making fun of TV itself. Here its a different medium but the same story: Buckwheat Groats (rap classics Penis Bailey and Lil Dinky) write rhymes that flow and manage a couple surprising punchlines, much like Lonely Island; in the same vein as the self-proclaimed Kings of Joke Rap, Groats are also devoted rap fans who know how to turn the genre on its head.

Soul Like De La: On the Steubenville, Ohio reblog

fmchubs:

(And Chaz I know where you stand on this argument but I wanted to respond in depth to “sweetasspring” which my eye reads as “sweet-ass-spring” which sounds like a gender-neutral rape-prevention device manufactured by Acme. heh)

swagandpassion:

Right. It’s like wait, how about pointing blame at people who attack? However, Black parents would say the justice system is unfair against Black men so sure a fucked up cop may stop a black guy for driving while black [Crash anyone?] but the same parents would say don’t give the cop a reason to mess with you in the first place. I feel that’s the rationale, stay out of places you don’t belong but within certain context other things must be accounted for.

You draw a very strong parallel, one that I hadn’t thought of before. Mulling it over kept me from jumping to a response last night. I guess that sort of precaution is more a matter of privilege than blaming: where everyone shouldn’t rape but we tell women to avoid rape-situations, everyone SHOULDN’T give a reason for a cop to mess with us, but white people are lucky to not have to worry about it. It’s still an imbalance, ostensibly victim-blaming, that doesn’t get spoken about as much as rape culture, perhaps because we’ve so internalized the idea of “… yeah, cops hate minorities, that’s not changing for awhile” where with today’s young men we can be like “DON’T STICK YOUR DICK PLS” and maybe make a difference.

Soul Like De La: On the Steubenville, Ohio reblog

Crystal Fairy & The Magic Cactus trailer

This movie follows Michael Cera on his low-key-est adventure yet, a road trip in order to trip on a beach with his bros. Then he accidentally invites a damn hippie along, played by a woman who I noted may have some Moltisanti in her genes: Gaby Hoffman.

I worry that the dry, timid humor that Michael Cera sometimes (okay usually) resorts to acting out won’t fit with the movie itself. An odyssey for mescaline and the ensuing mescaline odyssey build more vibrant expectations than Cera’s quirks and squeaks can fulfill.

On the Steubenville, Ohio reblog

swagandpassion:

“I wish there was a way to say you need to be aware of your surroundings without sounding like you’re victim shaming/blaming.”-sweetasspring

How do you articulate this? I like to think what if a loved one was the victim? I wouldn’t say she should’ve known better. I’d probably be like Sam Jackson in the movie “A Time To Kill”.

The problem I have with the language here is that nobody needs to be aware of their surroundings when it concerns the will of others. If I trip and fall and all my Sacajaweas roll out of my chest pocket, and some dude snatches them up and runs away laughing, was I the one in the wrong? If I’m drunk and asleep on the subway and another commuter rolls up and blasts my head off with a shotgun, is it my fault? No, instead we say “that was a bad person who stole and murdered you, who saw that your guard was down and your Sacs were escaping and decided to ruin your life. Bad person.”

The people who argue that girls need to “be aware of their surroundings” (please notice how close that phrase is to the deliciously paranoid “beware of their surroundings”) suggest that it’s practical to spend more energy on making girls frightened instead of making sure guys don’t forcibly penetrate. I would rather write passages like this on my tumblr than convince girls that they have more reasons to be miserable.

(And Chaz I know where you stand on this argument but I wanted to respond in depth to “sweetasspring” which my eye reads as “sweet-ass-spring” which sounds like a gender-neutral rape-prevention device manufactured by Acme. heh)

inabasket:

Wow, the new Monsters Inc movie looks brutal. 

This is from Cabin In The Woods, and one of my favorite realizations watching it was noticing the Evil Dead reference of “Angry Molesting Tree” written on the whiteboard at the beginning, only to (much later in the movie) witness one of these mooks on the far left get impaled by a tree that looks pretty angry and may actually be molesting.

Public Shaming: Racists Still Don’t Like That a Mexican-American Kid Sang the National Anthem at the NBA Finals

publicshaming:

As you’ve probably heard by now, some people were not at all happy that 10 year old mariachi singer Sebastian de la Cruz sang the national anthem at Game 3 of the NBA finals last Tuesday.

Since then, 10 year old Sebastian de la Cruz has owned them. He owned them both in written 140-character…

IT’S KINDA OBVIOUS BUT IT STANDS TO REASON THAT ALL OF THESE PEOPLE, BASED ON THEIR OWN RULES FOR WHAT PISSES THEM OFF, WOULD BE JUST AS UPSET IF A BLACK PERSON SANG THE NATIONAL ANTHEM. BUT THEY DEFINITELY WOULD NOT SHARE THAT. IF ANYONE TELLS YOU THAT WE CAN’T BE A RACIST COUNTRY ANYMORE BECAUSE WE HAVE A BLACK PRESIDENT, IMAGINE THE SAME LEVEL OF HATRED AS WE SEE PUBLICLY SPEWED IN THESE TWEETS DIRECTED TOWARD ANY BLACK PERSON. IT’S NOT THAT WE GREW TO TOLERATE BLACK FOLKS, IT’S THAT THEY CHALLENGED US. THANK OUR BEAUTIFUL BEARDED CHRISTIAN GOD THAT WE STILL HAVE WEAKER RACES TO STOMP ON IN THEIR STEAD, THAT WE STILL HAVE LATINO CHILDREN TO CRUSH AND VIOLATE AND SICKEN WITH THE SPASMS TRIGGERED BY OUR FEAR OF BEING OVERTAKEN. IT HAS BEEN A SWEET RIDE, MY MILK-BLEACH ALBINO BRETHREN, BUT SOMEDAY THE POLICE MAY ARREST US FOR A CHANGE.

I’m sleepy.

Public Shaming: Racists Still Don’t Like That a Mexican-American Kid Sang the National Anthem at the NBA Finals