NO, MRS MUSTACHOS. LOGAN IS JUST PICKING YOU UP TO GET YOU SOME NICE PARTY HATS TO WEAR 😋
yes, we're having an entire week of le chat's birthday photos cause i am a crazy cat lady 😅 and thank you @minty-plumbob @matchalovertrait @applesaucesims @moonfromearth @sparkiekong and @kissalopa for sending me your pixel cats 🩷
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what the cats are saying:
1 - (po) hello world!
2 - (tigre) nice bowtie
3 - (mistletoe) you're too heavy, chat || (meringue) i don't feel my tail!!
4 - (mrs mustachos) we're being kidnapped! || (tiger) whatever it is. it wasn't me!!
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...I don't have the heart to tell her Spongebob is there...'
I don't think pizza is gonna bring him back to his senses. Might as well try Beat The Common Sense Into You No Jutsu. I mean it did wonders for Naruto..
Is there any universe where Raph is NOT the hothead?
(looks it up on Google)
Ok...so by definition magma is molten rock that is underground, while lava is described as molten rock that has broken through the earth's surface.
Just putting this here for educational purposes
Ember: At least you're not with TMZ!
Aannd I'm happy.
...no one tell him Spongebob is here too.
Hoo boy..this guy kicked my ass on my last stock.
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i will not be speaking about the orca bc i know myself and that way lies madness BUT i absolutely WILL speak on the subject of best girl polly the parrot (not to be confused with, of course, polly mr red lawyer man), whomst is perfect in my eyes and too infrequently praised for her contributions to society.
because “cross-examining the parrot” IS absurd, but it is NOT convoluted. you know that the parrot has been trained to say something important. she could only have been trained by one person. ergo, if you can get her to say that thing in front of the court, it will prove xyz about that person. crucially, you are not having a conversation with the parrot; you can press her, but she’s a fucking parrot. she says three things. if you’re trying to ask her open-ended questions like a dumbass, that’s on you.
this works because it’s patently some silly bullshit, but it makes just enough sense that the player might (might!!) let it slide. then it’s not just something ridiculous that happens in a game known for ridiculous happenings; it’s something ridiculous that suddenly has narrative weight. now calling the parrot as a witness feels like an act of desperation, because it is! when it turns out polly has been retrained, that feels like an ominous blow to your case, even though there’s literally a parrot shitting on the witness stand. the game has walked right up to the line of your suspension of disbelief and slapped you in the face. it’s genius. i’m obsessed with it. justice for polly the parrot.
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Reunited Le Tigre Come Home to Brooklyn Steel to Close Out Tour
Le Tigre – Brooklyn Steel – July 27, 2023
Here’s a thought: It’s a little out there and a little … scary? But this is just an exercise, and this is just a blog post. What if, for now, just for a couple of hours, we chose joy? Yes, it’s 2023. Yes, the world is boiling like a hot pot. And it’s the worst year in modern memory for trans rights, gay rights and reproductive rights. But no one’s asking you to ignore that, least of all, Le Tigre, the high-energy, unrelenting, unabashedly political project of Kathleen Hanna (of Bikini Kill), Johanna Fateman and JD Samson.
But 20 years on from the band’s last live show, can we have a little fun too? Thankfully, the answer was a resounding yes on Thursday night at Brooklyn Steel, the first of the hometown band’s three sold-out nights in Brooklyn — and their last three on tour after many years away. It’s hard to name an album that I wore out more in my early teens than Le Tigre (1999), so witnessing its songs and lyrics live, bursting with the same hooks, howls and drum loops, was the most special of treats. After rousing and delightfully warm MC’ing by Murray Hill, the band took the stage and launched into the scuzzy guitar loop and dance-y backbeat of “The the Empty,” with Hanna, in puffy purple dress and yellow tights, unleashing her signature battle-cry vocals: “Why won’t you answer me? Answer me! Answer me!”
“TKO” (This Island, 2004), with punchy Pop Art backing graphics, followed, then “FYR” (“Fifty years of ridicule”), from Feminist Sweepstakes (2001), whose lyrics flashed behind the trio, the effect landing somewhere between protest poster and APPLAUSE sign: “Can we trade Title IX for an end to hate crime? / RU-486 if we suck your fucking dick.” “What's Yr Take on Cassavetes,” among the most innovative tracks on Le Tigre, brought me back to the band’s lo-fi bedroom-project humor that made me fall in love: You can be this funny and this jaded in music?
It was nice to know the songs brought them back, too. Fateman took the wheel on “Mediocrity Rules” (From the Desk of Mr. Lady, 2001), a song she said made her feel like she was in her 20s again. Even “Viz” (This Island), which Samson said was about the very real experience of being treated like shit at a party (seemingly not fun to revisit) had the whole room grooving. I struggle, reader, to not detail every moment. “My My Metrocard” in Brooklyn, video art of random garbage-like products, stop-motion scuba divers. “Eau d’Bedroom Dancing” as the set closer. But the real barn burner, of course, was the final song, the encore closer — “Deceptacon,” that singular, perfect bop that somehow opens Le Tigre. “Who took the bomp?” Hanna — and everyone else in the room — screamed. Pure, pure happiness. —Rachel Brody | @RachelCBrody
(Le Tigre play Brooklyn Steel again tonight and tomorrow.)
Photos courtesy of Adela Loconte | www.adelaloconte.com
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Kathleen Hanna performing with Le Tigre live at the Mr. Lady Records 4 year anniversary showcase in Carrboro, NC at the Cat’s Cradle 5/5/2001.
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