But no, it's more confusing than that, because hipsters aren't trying to dress like hipsters, they're hipsters because they are... not trying to be anything? Or trying to be something that isn't anything, and instead they wind up being hipsters?
glee is an incredible show because it steals others works and makes shitty songs even more shittier
i was listening to a cover the did today and was just thinking that it was kind of sad cause the music sort of just sounds like if kids bop singers were allowed to curse.
Star Wars #8 is a comic book I borrowed from the Comic Bug, my local comic shop. The comic of the day starts with Han Solo in a bar fight waiting for his furry pal Jesus. When Chewie shows up he clears house and Han is able to move onto business. Business in Star Wars #8 involves agreeing to help a space farmer protect his land. Han decides to hold an American Idol style audition to put together a band of protectors looking for a job.
Han chooses the following crew:
A karate fighting large rabbit creature named Jaxxon.
Don-Wan Kihotay - A Don Quixote like character who thinks he is a great Jedi warrior.
Hedji - A caped hedgehog like fella who can shoot quills from his body.
Amaiza - Some sort of punk rock gang leader.
A Tractor-robot...standard.
Jim - The self proclaimed "Starkiller" kid.
Chewbacca...of course.
Oh, and Han is such a gangsta he chooses the team while shirtless. He's Han Solo. He may carry a blaster, but you should really look out for his guns.
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i don't know where i'm going iwth this
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
The reason the hipster thing bothers me is because having to look a particular way in order to be accepted seems repressive and depressing to me.
i made way too many posts about this and here's another
I slept some last night and feel much better today, though my eye aches.
Get well, JZ.
How's stuffs for you?
Tinkering with Black Candles again.
can we all stop whining about star wars now
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
*which I have not watched
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
http://365daysofcomics.com/2010_11_01_archive.html
Star Wars #8
When I was growing up a comic book fan I always wished that someone would make a movie based on a comic book I liked. It's funny that with Star Wars, people liked the movie so much that they wanted Star Wars comic books. Well, I think mainly people just wanted Star Wars anything after the movie came out.
Star Wars #8 is a comic book I borrowed from the Comic Bug, my local comic shop. The comic of the day starts with Han Solo in a bar fight waiting for his furry pal Jesus. When Chewie shows up he clears house and Han is able to move onto business. Business in Star Wars #8 involves agreeing to help a space farmer protect his land. Han decides to hold an American Idol style audition to put together a band of protectors looking for a job.
Han chooses the following crew:
- A karate fighting large rabbit creature named Jaxxon.
- Don-Wan Kihotay - A Don Quixote like character who thinks he is a great Jedi warrior.
- Hedji - A caped hedgehog like fella who can shoot quills from his body.
- Amaiza - Some sort of punk rock gang leader.
- A Tractor-robot...standard.
- Jim - The self proclaimed "Starkiller" kid.
- Chewbacca...of course.
Oh, and Han is such a gangsta he chooses the team while shirtless. He's Han Solo. He may carry a blaster, but you should really look out for his guns.☭
B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
(yeah yeah, late response, sue me)
☭
B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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Because I wanted to