The most disturbing thing in the first ep of the new American Horror Story was the opening scene : the 2016 election night. I almost walked out of the room.

RIP Walter Becker

Inspiring words, overflowing with compassion and sincerity.

~150 words. And 22 of them are from the eleven repetitions of "thank you[r]".

Adulation is his motivation.

Desperate times, desperate measures

A new study from the University of South Australia has found that a person's knees, elbows and shoulders work differently when they walk if they use marijuana.

The study, from the University of South Australia, found that there are differences between the way marijuana users and non-users walk.

Specifically, marijuana users have stiffer shoulders, more flexible elbows and quicker knees, which move faster than those of non-users, while walking.

Groovy.

Happy birthday, R Crumb.

Joe Arpaio is a former AZ Sheriff who is famous for being - to put it mildly - an absolute asshole to minorities. When a court told him to stop, he told them to fuck off. Which put him in contempt of court. And that made him into a 'conservative' martyr.

And now he is Trump's first pardon.

I sure hope nobody is still wondering why minorities don't seem to like the Republican Party very much.

I would not buy Billy Corgan's strat.

Nor would I spend $30K on Billy Corgan's Alesis SR-16 drum machine. But if you'd like to buy mine, I'll let it go for a steal, a mere $10K, OBO.

We have a pair of office chairs in the 'office' in our house. These are just standard five-wheeled office chairs. And, as I always do, I had the ball of my right foot resting on one of the spokes of the base (or whatever you call the things on which each of the wheels are mounted). After a half hour or so, I stood up. And when I put weight on my right foot, I discovered a huge lump in my the ball of that foot, right in front of where I had it resting on the spoke. And it hurt like crazy. Over the next couple of days, the swelling went down, it turned purple on both the bottom and top of that foot, and even between my first and second toes. So, I must've broken a blood vessel, or otherwise screwed up the blood flow in that spot.

And, this morning, while drinking a cup of tea, I was resting that same foot on that same spoke. When I stood up, that same lump was back, in the exact same place , and it hurts like hell to walk on it.

I am not liking my 40s.

Photographer Max Siedentopf has no idea who the cars in his photos belong to. What he did know the second he saw them, is that they were in dire need of an upgrade.

Armed with a few pieces of cardboard and masking tape, he set out on the streets of Amsterdam looking for the most average cars he could find. He often had to work quickly to stick on his custom-made fenders and wings before someone would see him and ask what he was up to. After he customised all the Peugots, Lancias and Volkswagens, he'd snap a picture and take off, leaving the pimped ride for the owners to find the next morning.

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