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The Unisexer

seinfelt:

Jerry notices that his Superman statuette seems to move to different places in his apartment whenever he looks away. Even stranger, its expression seems to be growing angrier. Elaine dates a man who wears only unisex “one size fits all” clothing, and insists she do the same. Though initially reluctant, she finds her new attire so comfortable that she convinces Peterman to devote an entire catalog to the style. After years of work, Kramer finally invents a functioning teleporter. He zaps himself across town and takes the bus back home, where he finds his own charred corpse crumpled up on the floor of the machine. George gets promoted to an upper management position. Among the many new perks that come with the role is access to the executive bathroom, a luxurious lavatory rumored to be “rivaled only by the toilets of royalty.” On his first visit, he spends nearly two hours inside, taking advantage of the full-time masseuse and the gold-plated hot tub. It isn’t until he tries to leave that he realizes he hasn’t seen any of his coworkers the entire time. He asks the attendant, but discovers to his horror that the man is a mannequin. Where the masseuse had been, only moments before, is now a drawing of a stick figure with the caption “masseuse”, and the hot tub has been replaced with a gold-painted plastic pet dish. Panicked, he rushes to leave, but where the door should be is a Polaroid photograph of an old wrought-iron gate taped to the wall. Upon closer inspection, he notices that the gate bears a large wooden sign reading “COSTANZA”.


(via seinfelt)

music is just change, repetition, pattern, disturbance

super excited about 3d printing and tissue engineering

holy flying circus

is a 300-word weekend supplement column about censorship dressed up in monty python references. last 30 minutes or so limped on rather underwhelmingly before it managed to rasp out a weak “It’s…” and toppled over. 6.853 out of 10

i’m thinking of buying a jacket that’s worth about a day’s work’s wage to replace my current one on its deathbed

this tatty thing lasted only 2 winters and was purchased from the same shop selling the one i’m probably buying soon

i’ve looked around and this is the only jacket that fits me very well (stupid wide shoulders) and at the same time the third cheapest one i can find that’s real leather. of course i could always get one that’s polyurethane (or not get a biker jacket at all) but i wouldn’t

i still have to save up for TAFE and home deposit so yeah i’m a financial idiot

update: jacket sold out, bank acct still in the black. good

are we allowed to be python fans and still not care much for the beatles or the 70s

if some mediocre overpriced perfume can change my outlook on life maybe i should never have any opinion ever again

OH MY GOD

ACHEWOOD CARTOON

GUYS

ACHEWOOD

CARTOON

OH MY GOD

i don’t know i guess art should be amateurs only it shouldn’t be anyone’s career

on one hand it is cool to do something you love for a living

on the other it is terrible to have to choose between making decisions you don’t want to make and not being able to support yourself financially

on the third mutant hand it feels unethical to be charging money for what is really your compulsion, and if it’s not something you compulsively do because your head is nearly bursting with these thoughts and feelings and you just gotta put them into a shape then it’s not really art yeah? it’s design or entertainment or copy writing

lordsteeb:

the idea that anything can be okay as long as its a joke is provably false because i am a joke and i am not okay


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