reddit is a terrible place but i dip my toes in for big big big news events because their nerds will do the legwork and find the news for me faster than i can. this person is plugging their conspiracy thread in the thread about the plane crash because uhhhhhh freescale semiconductor makes technology that could have “hidden” the plane and this devolves into some financial conspiracy where they crashed the plane for a billion dollars according to their math? someone in the main thread notices that the person mixed up the rothschild and rothchild families and the creator of the conspiracy theory replies
it doesnt matter the major investors are connected directly to people who are always connected to every war since the fed reserve was formed… you can pick out one obscure connection and call it all bogus if you want. It is a theory. This isnt called conspiracy facts
“This isnt called conspiracy facts”
yes im sure i want to delete this post it’s terrible
i just want a program into which i can drop various articles and blog posts as i find them, and it will save them for me to read later, preferably syncing with both my computer and iPhone.
i’ve been using feedly, but it either doesn’t do this or i am using it wrong.
you can’t stop masturbating when god is holding your hand
"Seether," Veruca Salt
A sweet tooth and a bad attitude have forever defined me. Veruca Salt’s “Seether” was and remains a rather bizarrely apt mix of these traits—bouncy and fun yet sharp as hell. (And of course, the band was named for the brilliant character in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.) ”Seether” is about unapologetically lacking restraint in both one’s girlishness and one’s anger toward a world that wants to tamp it down, to make it palatable and breezy. The way the women in this band were as dressed down as the dudes is so essentially ’90s. If it weren’t for the prevalence of bands like this—and Janeane Garafolo, Margaret Cho, Daria—I might not have felt I could be so unabashedly honest, like I could seethe at this world that tries to keep women on a short leash. Luckily, I was born at a perfect moment. —Alicia
There was a point in my young life, about the time I was starting high school, when the words mellow and yellow converged significantly and then immediately parted ways. First, a commercial (probably for The Gap) featuring skinny young people singing the hit 1966 song. Then, the ubiquity of the soft drink, which prior to that crossroads period had been nonexistent and afterwards was impossible to find. In retrospect it’s hard to believe anyone could stomach that sticky sweet yellow poison (but, to be fair, this was also when we were chugging Surge by the 20 oz bottle), and it’s just as hard to believe we could have thought corduroys were cool just because they started calling them “cords”.