I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU’RE DOING STOP AND READ THIS
Ok Dr. Phil’s wife, Robin, (yes groan, but listen up) has this new app out (iPhone and Android) that’s for people in abusive relationships. It’s called Aspire News and it’s disguised as a regular news app, but when you go to the “Help” section of the app, it leads you to domestic violence resources and also has a “Go Button” that when you press it, if you’re in a compromising situation, alerts local authorities as well as local shelters and starts recording everything that is going on.
Now, if you’re looking up resources on the app and your abuser is near, simply press the X button and it brings you to a random news page. Same goes for the actual foundation site.
ITS COMPLETELY FREE
SPREAD THIS, DONT JUST “LIKE IT”
May 19th, 2009: Our apologies to the families of Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston, we’re sure they’re very proud of you.
Oh yeah! Whatever happened to these guys? Anyone know?
Q:The llamas have escaped the field. Put the briefcase to launch position.
Oh noes! *panics* Haven’t we got safeguards for this sort of thing?? *fetches briefcase*
Q:Why is musical notation so damn fiddly? Why can it not make more sense?
I think it makes perfect sense. It’s all mathematical and firmly based in logic. It’s just that, as with any language, you need to work in order to learn it. Once you have, though, you can literally read the language of thousands of instruments. And that’s pretty fucking awesome.
Exploding Head Syndrome––Black Gold
Lyrics, by Eirik Ekholdt:
Once home with a feeling of pride
Once Charming and with nothing to hide
Now distant with a feeling of shame
Now infected from the cost of the game
The money took away your innocence
And greed became you guidance
All for one and none for all
Your time will come and your castle will fall
What I wouldn’t give to have you back
Your future once so bright has now turned black
Who can you sell to save your soul
When your city’s fuckin’ drowning in black gold
No questions asked and no need to explain
No need for critics when you all think the same
We’ll help ourselves and the rest can all burn
Let’s see who’ll laugh when the tables have turned
Everyone dies and your well will dry out
And then you’ll see what respect is about
I pray the world will forgive all your faults
And show you mercy when the castle it falls
Lost charm, lost hope, show me the rope
Where you will end this fuckin’ shame,
where you will stop and try again
Where you can earn back some respect
Integrity is not for free but can’t be bought with what you own
It must be earned it must be shown
for you old friend all hope is gone
Sleepy artist, wrapped up in slanket, on my way to bed. Thanks so much to everyone who made tonight awesome, including but not limited to my boyfriend, who drove car and carried things, my cousin Marius, who said awesome and supportive things, Trond Riktor, who arranged the whole thing and is an all-round groovy human being, Danny Midnight, who spins the best 1920s jazz records, Exploding Head Syndrome, who put on one hell of a show and jumped around and dedicated a song to me, Mr. Awesome Bartender who gave me a glass of wine, and everyone who came down to Skuret to support me even though it was Sunday. I love you all! <3
Amanda Palmer - Gaga, Palmer, Madonna, Miley: A Polemic
An updated version of the classic music/art/feminism polemic, with a new verse about Miley Cyrus.
Performed last night (October 15th) at the Other Club, London.
behold ! someone posted it. thank you & share it forward xx