thenightdances:billhinton:anniehinton:nevermindthebolex:shynessisnice:
Sick of seeing this shit! So what, you’re an introvert? Here’s a caring-for-introverts clue: stop announcing that you’re debilitatingly lame! Stop limiting yourself! Go somewhere else!
DGAF DGAF DGAF
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herooftheproletariat:
Colton Harris-Moore, the barefoot boy bandit, outfoxes sheriffs
In the forests and remote islands around Seattle, police are setting traps for a barefoot teenage outlaw who has eluded them for nearly two years.
Police say 18-year-old Colton Harris-Moore, whose escapades are turning him into a folk legend, is a one-man crime wave, responsible for 50 burglaries as well as stealing light aircraft, which he taught himself to fly from video games, and several speedboats.
He lives in the woods, shuns shoes and catches his own food. His only technological aid is a pair of thermal-imaging goggles to hunt at night and his weakness is pizzas, which he asks to be delivered at the edge of the woods.
For some Harris-Moore is a modern Butch Cassidy: a surprisingly agile 6ft 5in cat burglar who thanks his victims by leaving them notes and cheeky photographs of himself, which have sold for £300 on eBay.
Thousands subscribe to his Facebook page and his image appears on T-shirts with the logo “Fly, Colton, Fly!”. Local rock groups have penned songs about him.
Hollywood producers have lodged lucrative film deals with his family and offered to pay for lawyers if he gives himself up.
Raised in a caravan on Camano Island, an isolated community in the Puget Sound, Harris-Moore started living wild at the age of seven. He would break into holiday homes, steal blankets and food and vanish into the woods for days.
In April 2008, after being sent to a juvenile detention centre, he complained that the beds were too short for his lanky frame and went on the run.
Police believe he fled to Canada and then, a few weeks ago, came back across the border to Idaho where he stole a Cessna 182 and flew to Seattle. He crash-landed in a forest clearing and walked away with cuts and bruises.
Since then he has been accused of stealing other planes for hops around the islands in the Puget Sound, including another Cessna belonging to a disc jockey who vented his frustration on radio, saying: “He still doesn’t know how to land a plane in one piece.”
He evaded a police pursuit by crashing a Mercedes-Benz into a roadside gas storage tank, using the explosion as a diversion to escape back into the woods where, he says, he feels like a Native American.
This was followed by the largest manhunt in recent memory. Three dozen sheriffs, aided by specialist armed units and an FBI helicopter, fanned out across Camano Island but failed to capture him. “We saw him, we think, but it’s like he disappeared in front of our eyes,” said one sheriff.
His luck may be about to run out. During a recent sweep a rifle shot was fired at police, raising his status to “armed and dangerous”. His mother, Pamela Kohler, now fears that even if he did not fire the shot he will be held responsible.
Kohler said she was proud her son had stolen the aircraft because he had never had a flying lesson in his life. “I was going to send him to flight school, but I guess I don’t have to,” she said. “I’d tell him the next time he took a plane: wear a parachute and practise your landing.
“If he shot that gun, it was really stupid. I don’t expect him to come out of the woods alive.”
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Colton Harris-Moore, the barefoot boy bandit, outfoxes sheriffs
In the forests and remote islands around Seattle, police are setting traps for a barefoot teenage outlaw who has eluded them for nearly two years.
Police say 18-year-old Colton Harris-Moore, whose escapades are turning him into a folk legend, is a one-man crime wave, responsible for 50 burglaries as well as stealing light aircraft, which he taught himself to fly from video games, and several speedboats.
He lives in the woods, shuns shoes and catches his own food. His only technological aid is a pair of thermal-imaging goggles to hunt at night and his weakness is pizzas, which he asks to be delivered at the edge of the woods.
For some Harris-Moore is a modern Butch Cassidy: a surprisingly agile 6ft 5in cat burglar who thanks his victims by leaving them notes and cheeky photographs of himself, which have sold for £300 on eBay.
Thousands subscribe to his Facebook page and his image appears on T-shirts with the logo “Fly, Colton, Fly!”. Local rock groups have penned songs about him.
Hollywood producers have lodged lucrative film deals with his family and offered to pay for lawyers if he gives himself up.
Raised in a caravan on Camano Island, an isolated community in the Puget Sound, Harris-Moore started living wild at the age of seven. He would break into holiday homes, steal blankets and food and vanish into the woods for days.
In April 2008, after being sent to a juvenile detention centre, he complained that the beds were too short for his lanky frame and went on the run.
Police believe he fled to Canada and then, a few weeks ago, came back across the border to Idaho where he stole a Cessna 182 and flew to Seattle. He crash-landed in a forest clearing and walked away with cuts and bruises.
Since then he has been accused of stealing other planes for hops around the islands in the Puget Sound, including another Cessna belonging to a disc jockey who vented his frustration on radio, saying: “He still doesn’t know how to land a plane in one piece.”
He evaded a police pursuit by crashing a Mercedes-Benz into a roadside gas storage tank, using the explosion as a diversion to escape back into the woods where, he says, he feels like a Native American.
This was followed by the largest manhunt in recent memory. Three dozen sheriffs, aided by specialist armed units and an FBI helicopter, fanned out across Camano Island but failed to capture him. “We saw him, we think, but it’s like he disappeared in front of our eyes,” said one sheriff.
His luck may be about to run out. During a recent sweep a rifle shot was fired at police, raising his status to “armed and dangerous”. His mother, Pamela Kohler, now fears that even if he did not fire the shot he will be held responsible.
Kohler said she was proud her son had stolen the aircraft because he had never had a flying lesson in his life. “I was going to send him to flight school, but I guess I don’t have to,” she said. “I’d tell him the next time he took a plane: wear a parachute and practise your landing.
“If he shot that gun, it was really stupid. I don’t expect him to come out of the woods alive.”
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This kid rules!
Hairy legs, 2005 by Jen May.
I can’t wait for my leg hair to have grown back enough for me to try shaving designs into it again. I’ll try it sober this time around.
Hooray for not shaving since April 2007!
Hell yes, after at least a year of waiting for this to come up on eBay, I FINALLY have it. Paid 24 when I usually see it for 60 or so. So good!
I’ve scored pretty high in the vinyl department lately… recently picked up a STILL SEALED copy of Sign of the Hammer for 11 bucks at Singles, and also got Battle Hymns on eBay for $7 (hahaha I LOVES MANOWAR). Found the Street Trash 7” I’ve been wanting for years, and a No Man’s Slave 7” for 3 bucks or so. Then there’s that Iron Lung and fucking BASTARD NOISE show tonight and I’ll probably buy one of everything. Hah. Also just found out that the Fall of the Bastards tour edition LP I have is selling on the Kreation website for 70 bucks. Yeeeayyyerrr
Anyone else have any badass record scores recently?
20F outside at the moment.
what’s with the extremes, Seattle?
I KNOW. It was too cold to get out bed this morning so I accidentally slept through all my classes. The sun is nice but I’m starting to miss the clouds and rain, since it means I don’t have to wear pretty much every single item of clothing when I go outside.
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My sister drinks PBR, and she denies that she is a hipster, she has the stretched ears and the obscure shitty acoustic music on her obscure iPod, I drink alcohol of most types seeming as how I am underage and cannot be picky
true…ive drank it, but here its not really widely available so ive only had it twice as far as shitty beers go i think pearl is better
It’s 13 bucks for a 30rack at Jewel and the cheapest you can go without getting something with Natty or Keystone in it’s name. Old Style used to be the same price but then they started authentically krausening it again and only coming in 24 packs that 4 dollars more for six less beers. I miss you cheap 30racks of Old Style, I miss you a lot.
the word “hipster” is being run into the ground faster than a plane with no pilot.
Whatever dudes, PBR may be the “hipster” beer of choice, but as far as cheap watery beers go, it doesn’t taste that bad. I usually rotate between Rainier, Miller, PBR, and sometimes Olympia, because guess what they’re cheap and don’t taste like butt (ahem…. Icehouse).
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In history, people have been musical snobs for centuries. Possibly even millenia. But in modern times, I think music snobbery most often comes when artists attempt to use a musical subculture’s aesthetic to market a product. Like when the newest wave of “indie” bands tried to use the aesthetic of 90’s era independent music and underground dance to market their bullshit, vapid top-40-style pop to kids who think that being “indie” is cool now. It comes from people who are trying to protect the art that they cherish from being co-opted by mainstream culture and cheapened.
It seems that about 98% of people that I talk to don’t understand “music snobbery” within its true context. Really, it’s not snobbery. As far as I understand, people are not trying to mark themselves as better than other people based upon the music they listen to. I’m certainly not, and I will (as most of my followers probably know) make fun of bands somewhat unabashedly. Taste is taste, certainly. But when it comes to a point that I feel like people are giving credit to musicians that have made their nest eggs by bastardizing a truly artful style and making it marketable, I get defensive.
My two cents.
I will unashamedly think less of people based on their music taste. But that is just me, and sometimes I am kind of an asshole.
