A parody of course, but Siri actually does [say some bizarre things from time to time](http://thisismynext.com/2011/10/12/siri-weird-things-iphone-4s/).
GLaDOSiri - the malevolent AI in your pocket
Way to go, Apple Store!
Why, hello there!
I had never seen this in the liner notes before.
Comment of the day goes to…
I don’t listen to music anymore, too mainstream. The place I go , the DJ mixes cuts off NPR, a little “Fresh Air” a little “All things considered”. Shit is bangin. Every time my jam comes on I am like WHOOP SWAG!
via metafilter.com
Polinski - “Labyrinths”. So excited.
At the risk of sounding hyperbolic (oh, come on, it’s the Internet), this is already in my personal list for Album of the Year, possibly Decade, and it’s not even out yet. Truth is I’ve been listening to this mega-mix pretty much nonstop the past couple of days and it has everything I could possibly want from music. I’m planning on writing an actual review of the album when it actually comes out, so watch this space.
Marmaduke, that’s no way to consume the screaming void at the center of the cosmos!
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The Platonic Ideal of the Dope Jam
TOTHEARKade? #marblehornets
Distance
I still remember when I heard this for the first time.
100% Fun had just come out, and like a lot of 90s teenagers, I ran out on release day and picked it up. Thanks to MTV, I already knew how kick-ass “Sick of Myself” was (mentioned previously) and so I eagerly awaited hearing the rest of the album. And there I was, doing some evening chores and occasionally catching a glimpse of the liner notes, when the pedal steel kicked in.
And then the tears kicked in right on cue. Before the second verse kicked in, I was a blubbering wreck in my parents’ living room.
Sixteen years later and I still remember. I was torn up over a girl, and this song hit me right in the sternum. I felt terrible, because that’s what good songs about sadness do, but eventually I got it out of my system.
As much as I would love to claim otherwise, I am a product of my memories, no matter how badly I want to distance myself from them. I still need memories like this to understand what’s going on now.
