Someone just cruised past my house on a bicycle all tricked out with lights and glued-on little plastic toys, blaring Fever Ray from a big speaker bungee'd to the back rack. I have an urge to go hop on my bike and follow.
RELEASE THE BATS
Watching Dan Olson's latest "I Don't Know James Rolfe" and I can totally understand how folks who just listened to it ended up missing a whole lot of it by not watching it.
So many bits where he's going off about Rolfe's grungy amateurism while also going absolutely gonzo with unnecessarily pretentious film-making flourishes in a way that just kind of inverts the literal monologue he's recorded.
And then there's the twin characters of wild wooly bearded Olson vs trimmed-up Olson as he inhabits different perspectives & voices. And, like, Olson's own sets start pulling in more aspects of Rolfe''s sets as he seems to identify more with the subject
Like, I don't want to get too precious about it, but he's done some neat stuff here
Just saw an ad for SPICY mayonnaise and I was like… what, did someone wave a pepper at the factory from the parking lot? Is it homeopathic levels of cayenne measured in parts per billion? Like, I grew up with folks who thought plain old mayonnaise was spicy
D'oh, the USB-C port on my wife's Dell XPS 13 9350 (circa 2017) looks to be giving up the ghost. I've kept this machine going for probably far longer than it deserves, having changed the batteries twice and replaced the top half of the keyboard case when a drop cracked it. Still, I'm kinda tempted to try fixing that port 🤔
@antijingoist Eh, I think he's just in an abusive relationship with the literal Goddess of his Special Interest. I mean, she put a bomb in his chest and he's still like "well, if that's what she wants..."