August 25, 2014 - August 31, 2014
Daily Mail - A 15-year-old boy is to undergo surgery on his exceptionally long neck, which causes him agonising pain.
Fu Wengui, who lives in Beijing, China, suffers from a number of conditions. While the standard number of verbetrae in the neck is 7, Fu has 10, his father Fu Genyou claims. These vertebrae press on the nerves in his neck and make it difficult for him to walk,’ said the 50-year-old.
‘He always causes a stir whenever he goes out.’
Poor fucking kid. Being a teenager is bad enough having to put up with all the shit from everyone else in school. Have one little thing wrong with you and it’s all anybody will talk about just dumping on you constantly. Scoliosis kid, pimple kid, dumb kid, smelly kid, poor kid. Imagine being fucking Giraffe Boy? The dude with a 3 foot long neck and a head way up in the clouds? Brutal. Bully ammo like you read about.
Indie stud Lincoln Jesser drops off his latest single, more of the upbeat, synth heavy, ethereal pop that’s got the LA based artist poised to pop the fuck off. Look out for Lincoln’s debut EP, Modern Colors, due out on September 23.
While you wait for the EP (which you should because it’s fire top to bottom), you can stream all of the available tracks here.
Mirror - A bold young student has proved the lengths she will go to to help finance her studies.
In a video posted to You Tube by the Super Student site, a willing young lady named Sabine is only too keen to display all that nature gave her in front of hundreds of stunned tourists.
During the clip the young, blond student is interviewed dressed only in a long blue shirt. She then peels off to reveal all before sprinting round the busy Amsterdam square, causing bemusement to all going about their business. She streaks over tram-lines and narrowly dodges a motorbike before returning to her two interviewers and covering her modesty.
The footage ends with her doing the ice bucket challenge.
I think the first thing everybody thinks with stuff like this is oh my god I’ll just flat out kill myself immediately if I have a daughter. But if you think about it…this is kind of awesome for you? I mean yeah your little girl apparently grew into somewhat of a slut willing to run through a crowded city butt ass naked with her boobs flopping around smiling and laughing about it. And now everyone on the internet is staring at her naked because some blogger made a GIF of it.
But at the same time she just saved you like thousands upon thousands of dollars? Cut down on your massive tuition bills and freed up some cap space in the family finances for a vacation or a boat or something? That’s kind of a huge positive. I mean once they’re grown up and out of the house they can do whatever they want I guess so long as I don’t have to keep cutting them fucking checks out of my retirement. And hey she finished off with the #ALSIceBucketChallenge so at least she’s charitable.
PS – I am 99% sure this video is actually the intro to an incredible porno but I haven’t tracked down any facts to support that yet.
My palms literally got sweaty reading that quote from Clint Trickett. Blood pressure rising, heart beating rapidly, shallow breaths, all the bodily responses you get when you’re about to witness a real live murder. Just hope Saban treats the body with some respect on Saturday, the family deserves a proper funeral to say goodbye.
But regardless I’d be lying if I said I didn’t respect the shit out of this move from Trickett. Like the down south redneck college football version of Hit Em Up, where instead of Pac talking about fucking Biggie’s wife, it’s a West Virginia pretty boy QB telling Nick Saban he french kissed his daughter by the tire swing on the playground. Saturday should be interesting to say the least…
VOX – Instead of giving Tony a final scene in which he is either killed or arrested — the two possible fates Tony and his fans had imagined for him — the last episode ends unexpectedly during a domestic scene with an ominous tinge. Tony, his wife, and his son, are waiting for his daughter, Meadow, to join them for dinner at a popular restaurant, while a number of suspicious characters mill around. Outside, Meadow burns rubber trying to get into a parking space and then runs across a street against the light as cars whiz by her. Inside, Tony raises his head, and — CUT TO BLACK. Millions of television sets across America went dark and silent suddenly. Is my television broken? we wondered, each in our individual homes. At THIS moment? Then the credits rolled, and all hell really broke loose. Are you kidding me? This is the end?
I had been talking with ['Sopranos' creator David] Chase for a few years when I finally asked him whether Tony was dead or alive. We were in a tiny coffee shop, when, in the middle of a low-key chat about a writing problem I was having, I popped the question. Chase startled me by turning toward me and saying with sudden, explosive anger, “Why are we talking about this?” I answered, “I’m just curious.” And then, for whatever reason, he told me.
On occasion he breaks his reserve, but makes it clear that I am not to write about anything he says that is an interpretation of his own work, since he believes that the art of entertaining is leaving the audience imagination to run wild. So when he spoke about Tony and the question, he was laconic.
Just the fact and no interpretation. He shook his head “no.” And he said simply, “No he isn’t.”
I’m not guessing. When I asked Chase about the cut to black, he said that it is about Poe’s poem “Dream Within a Dream.” “What more can I say?” he asks when I prod him to speak more, and I admire his silence. I am his audience too and he wants me to reach for his meaning. And here’s what I conclude. Though you wouldn’t know it from watching Hollywood movies, endings are by nature mysterious.
Seven years. Millions of tweets and blog posts and even some 50,000 word essays breaking down every piece of the show to decipher what happened to Tony Soprano and THIS is how you find out that everything that seemed to make sense about the ending makes no sense at all. Nevermind the several scenes of preamble in the final season seemingly designed to foreshadow the last moment of the show, the concept of death being represented by a dull roar and a cut to black or the fact that Chase himself said several times in post-Sopranos interviews that “all the clues are there” and was baffled that people didn’t get it. All that is now relatively meaningless, all because some lady named Martha somehow got him to drop the truth over a scone and some shitty diner coffee.
In a way, it’s somewhat reassuring to know that somewhere, Tony Soprano is out there even though the genius actor who played him isn’t. It’s a fictional world and one of the rare cultural artifacts we’re unlikely to ever see rebooted or recreated given the players involved and the show’s place in the pantheon of television. The full article on Chase is interesting and worth a read but, still, to find out like this, years later, dismissively, seemingly at random on a Wednesday before the final weekend of the Summer…
Don’t know what it is about 2014 but it’s officially the year of the disaster first pitch. I mean every week we’ve got a new contender not just for worst of the year, but worst of all time. 50 Cent, Miss Texas, this chick at the Astros game, seems like every few days somebody is spiking the ball into the ground farther and farther away from the plate. Does nobody have any self awareness? Like even an ounce of being able to judge their own abilities? Just seems like you have to some sort of idea in your head that you can’t come anywhere close to throwing a baseball 40-60 feet when you agree to head out there and do it in front of thousands of people live and millions of people on the internet.
Won’t name this one the worst of all time though, still contend that the 50 Cent, John Wall, Carl Lewis were all worse. Don’t care how hot equality is in the streets, a grown man not being able to throw a baseball is as humiliating and emasculating as it gets.
Boobie’s been on hiatus for a minute, but today marks the triumphant return of the freshest indie music feature on the net.
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