lest I forget (Oli Studholme)

Iron, by Woodkid

I wish this was the promo for a new HBO mini-series…

Rhys Morgan wrote a blunt post about the Burzynski Clinic’s unproven antineoplaston therapy. Unfortunately they couldn’t respond with peer-reviewed articles proving the efficacy of their treatment, because there aren’t any. So Marc Stephens, acting as a “representative” for “Dr. Stanislaw Burzynski, Burzynski Clinic, and Burzynski Research Institute” (but never actually verifying he’s a lawyer), emails Rhys some libel threats. While Rhys displays remarkable maturity, Marc demonstrates his professionalism by threatening to contact Rhys’ school, and including a photo from Google Maps of Rhys’ house(!). Rhys documents the conversation in “Threats from The Burzynski Clinic”, which makes for hilarious reading.

Welcome to the interwebs, Marc Stephens & @BurzynskiClinic, you just got mothereffin’ PWNED.

One of the surest tests [of the superiority or inferiority of a poet] is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.

A quote by T.S. Elliott from “Great artists steal the future” by Brian Ford, a precursor to Picasso’s famous “good artists copy, great artists steal” line.

Lioness tries to eat baby at the zoo

I can haz baby snax? plssss?

Go the Fuck to Sleep read by Samuel L. Jackson

Pure awesome in bedtime story form

The Children of the Clone

A music video for a Jim Guthrie song by superbrothers

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