As is my computer’s wont, it has again filled up with tabs I thought that I might give a shit about, but have since failed to muster up said shits. In the ongoing rearguard action to have a clean working space, I now pass them along to you, so that you may not give a shit about them.
One
The San Francisco Zoo named a wolf after Garcia; the wolf is on his fourth marriage.
Two
Jambase interviewed Oteil, but have not given him a weekly advice column titled What’s the Deal with Oteil, and that is an oversight.
Three
More unbearable fashion assholes cluelessly glomming onto the Dead while letting you know that they would never, ever listen to the band.
Read:
His inspiration: Deadheads, a term coined for the fans of the psychedelic rock band in the 70s The Grateful Dead, or rather, “inspired by what the daughter of a Deadhead would wear”. Although Johansson makes it clear that he himself is not a Deadhead, he was rather interested in how a daughter born into that subculture would interpret the lifestyle today.
First of all, the designer’s name is Jonny Johansson, which means he owes Jesse Jarnow money. Second of all, fuck this guy. Third of all, copy-editing is not an option.
You’re one to talk about copy-editing.
That’s a professional website; I’m some jerk-off in Florida with a good imagination.
Yeah, maybe.
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