If you’ve never seen a sweded film before, you’re missing out. Well, you’re missing out on all of the other ones. You know, because I just showed you this one.

Fuck you, Schrödinger.

I just don’t know if there is anything I can say to this. It is a lamp. A lamp made our of clear LEGO blocks.

Have I died? Am I dead right now and this is where you go if you’ve recently been a very good person who just happened to walk into a train?

Thank you, RED5. Thank you.

As though plushy microbes and Albert Einstein action figures weren’t enough, The Particle Zoo has gone and made something else to totally entangle my attentions.

At around a tenner for each particle, it may be a while before you get them all – but you know you will need to get them all. You know that, right?

Much in the same way a McDonald’s Quarter Pounder with Cheese is made with what is technically an all beef patty but is in actuality some sort of strange beef-ish distortion of man’s idea of what it is to hate, so too is this website technically a blog. One may argue the value of the chopped, reprocessed and undoubtedly out of date content presented here and I think that one would be wholly justified in doing so. Not only because it is like one to make these sort of well-formed fourth-wall penetrating observations but also because one tends to wear nice clothes, really did knock it out of the park at last week’s meeting and has an almost supernatural ability to make the right decisions in terms of delicate soaps. Here’s to you, one, and your taste in classical music!

It would seem, however, that those bone-dry days of skinnytie.com being just plain outdated are over.

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The Chicago transit system is always packed during my commute. This makes little sense as I don’t commute the same schedule every day and routinely watch trains opposite to my schedule fly by empty as though a great plague has set itself through their hollowed shells.

As luck and some level of statistical improbability would have it, today I happened onto the same train, and – in point of fact – same car as one of my distant co-workers.

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