Salem Folks: two friends – a couple – are looking for a place to stay for 10 days, until their impending place opens up. They are looking to rent something simple and temporary. Maybe you know of a place they can stay? Message me if you do…
As the end of the summer starts to skid into view, and we try to recoup after some recent madness, here are two retrocasts from the earliest days of the program. Tune in, and hear some far out tunes from way out. 10 PM, Sharp.
Jennifer, Noe, Shauna, Rob, Jessica, Bella, Will:
Ya’ll are amazing. Thank you so much!
Update: I have our computing needs covered until we can sort out the insurance. All of you who made incredible and generous offers of their own devices: you are the reason we will make it. Your support restores faith at a time we needed it the most. Thank you! #SilverLining
After two break-ins and one major hard drive failure, I am now a macOS Time Machine gangster. #SilverLining
Jessica Ramey fucking rules. These are beautiful. #SilverLining
A whole lot of people are a whole lot better than some super-shitty junkies. #SilverLining
Peter Vortex, saves the day. #SilverLining
You kick ass Thomas. #SilverLining
Well, I don’t spend enough time on shitty old Thinkpads running XP anyway. #SilverLining.
Home security system purchased. #SilverLining
Promising initial news from the insurance company… #SilverLining
We’re a little frazzled as we recover, but a lot of people want to offer help. One way is to buy some merch. All my zines and music are available here, pay what you like for a lot of it, and some you can pay as much as you like. And you get some zines or music out of it. I’ll be getting to all your messages soon. I love you all.
We now have more evidence why meth is bad for you. #SilverLining
Cameron fucking McFee. You are a good one. #SilverLining
I mean, the new version of the Apple OS was shit anyway, right? #SilverLining
The good news: we locked our devices remotely. So when the junkies can’t sell them, they’ll wind up in the garbage. #SilverLining
I’m a little more together today. But if you wanna hang, we could use the positive company today.
This, too, shall pass.
Officer: (waves at a girl in our neighborhood)
Officer (to me): I arrest her all the time.
Guys, I’m falling apart right now.
They took my video cameras, too. Basically, everything i use to make art.
Hey friends. I have zines and podcasts to make, and with that in mind, I can’t let this robbery get me down. Can anyone loan me a Mac laptop until we can sort out our insurance? A few years old, slow, whatever. All my files are in the Apple OS, leaving me a little screwed until we can sort it out. Please?
Without computers I have no livelihood. Without safety I have no home. Without a home I have no country.
Right now, I could really use some friends.
Another robbery. They took our computers, smashed our shit up, and took my sense of security. Again. I can’t stop crying.
Gone Trout Fishing In America. Not sure when I’ll come back. Maybe I won’t? Hard to say. I’ll miss you.
MKUltramegaphone is about to conduct another live experiment on the program. Please, tune in.
Attic Ted will be on the program soon. Tune in.
Slight overhaul of our year-old podcast. Careful. We’re coming up on our terrible twos.
Closing down the Comics Swap.
Come on down.
Attic Ted passing through Salem for a Mid-Valley Mutations interview.
In case you missed it: our podcast is like an audio version of people who don’t know how to use icymi as an acronym.
We are having another Comics Swap at The Space Concert Club. Kid friendly. Bring your old comics! Swap them for new comics! It’s gonna be a lot of fun. You should come.
Shhhhhhhhh. Isn’t that nice?
Someday, I will learn how not to feel bad about times that I feel bad.
Not today. Someday.
My generation values irony and nostalgia too much, and fears earnestness
What does “Goth” mean to you?
“If you don’t like dogs, what’s your fuckin’ problem?”
I crack myself up sometimes.
Wanna help me curb gossip, drama, and assholery in the local music scene? Here’s my manifesto. Join me in building something we all love, together.
It’s funny how America seems to have tacitly forgiven O45, but our feelings about David Lynch are suddenly very, very worth arguing about.
A word war
will set off the keg.
“My words are war!”
Should a word have two meanings?
What the fuck for?
Should words serve the truth?
I stand for language.
I speak the truth.
I shout for history.
I am the cesspool
for all the shit
to run down in.
Went down the rabbit hole today, and the phrase “relative deprivation” was used to describe a kind of motivation for people who take political action.
“[Relative deprivation] can be experienced by people that experience expansion of rights or wealth, followed by stagnation or reversal of those gains.”
For example: if you live in a world of privilege, and the political climate feels like it may no longer keep you in that world, you would experience “relative deprivation.”
Conversely: if you are finally granted rights, and then a new government takes those rights away, you would also experience “relative deprivation.”
I found this to be very interesting.
She’s pretending like she didn’t miss me. But she totally did. She’ll never admit it, but it’s the way she’s angry that I’m taking her picture that says it all.
It was in the 90s the whole time. I took off the rainfly and slept under the stars. Got some whittling done, for sure.
Hazy Shade of Weather.
“Wow, what happened to you? You got older!”
In your eyes.
When your friends are cooler than the current weather. Time to start drinking and reading in the AC.
Catching up on what I missed while in the forest. It might take a sec to return messages and whatnot. But: I missed you.
I haven’t seen anything in days…
I’m back from the wilderness, and I haven’t had any memes in days.