You guys ever think about that scene in "An Ed Is Born" when Eddy gets the package from his brother full of baby stuff. And Edd is like "I think it is sweet that he still sees you as a little brother : )" and then Eddy just blows up and screams "I HATE BEING LITTLE 😡" and it suddenly gets very awkward so Edd just says "oookay 😶". I think about that scene a lot.
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Nashville Session Guitarist Tom Bukovac Teaches One Of The Best Rhythm Guitar Lessons I've Ever Seen
Tom Bukovac is considered to be one of the best session guitarists of all time. In todays lesson Uncle Larry (Tom) gives one of the best rhythm guitar lessons I have ever seen or been involved with. It covers everything from layering guitar parts, chord variations, picking hand techniques, finger picking, using your thumb for bass notes, chord melodies, 4ths, 5ths, 6ths, CAGED system, double stops and more.
0:00 Opening Performance
1:23 Video Intro
2:06 Laying Parts Main Part Review
3:54 How To Play Song With Normal Chords
4:23 Using Movable Chord Shapes
5:22 Claw Picking Technique And Part 1 Breakdown
6:35 Movable Chord Shapes In Different Keys
11:40 Open And Extended Chord Voicings
20:19 Wurley Trick
21:26 Part 2 Song Review
22:33 Selective Picking And Claw Technique
24:07 Using Your Thumb For Bass Notes
26:31 Using 3rds, 4ths, 5ths, and CAGED
40:46 Closing
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I started reading Me and Roboco out of boredom and nostalgia for Doraemon. I was expecting some crude gag manga with mean-spirited humor but i'm pleasantly surprised. A lot of the humor came from how nice the characters are to each others instead of the usual "wacky characters bullying the straight man butt monkey" i was expecting, just really wholesome friendship and found family stuff. I like that the main character, Bondo, is allowed to be wacky sometimes too, not just reacting to other characters' antics. The manga isn't without its problems tho, there some questionable stuff that got throw in sometimes (a probably racist panel, typical male characters perving on the girls stuff, etc. ) but they are minor enough that they didn't really affect my experience. The humor also relied on referencing other Jump's series a lot too, i stopped reading shounens so most of the jokes went over my head but i don't really mind it.
If you like the original Doraemon manga, Saiki K, Gintama or Crayon Shin-chan, you'll probably like this. Noted that Me and Roboco is a pure gag manga so you shouldn't expect any coherent plot or overarching story arc. It can also get repetitive sometimes but that's a plus from my personal opinion.
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A Lot To Unpack There | Nike
Michael was coming over to help her unpack!
The flat was sort of a mess, boxes everywhere, every fan Nan owned on full blast, and Nan was getting kind of stressed about how long it was taking to organize everything. In the past, having to move every month for her rotations, she had gotten good at packing and unpacking in record timing. But this was different. This wasn’t a temporary little rental or a family friend’s spare room. This was her new home, for the time being.
She hoped Michael would understand. Her parents had made all kinds of comments about what snobs Uncle George’s kids were, especially Michael, since he was a famous racecar driver now, but Nan had hope. He seemed really down-to-earth. And she knew her parents were a little resentful. So she was cheery and upbeat when the doorbell ring. “Welcome in, welcome in!” Nan said brightly. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess in here.”
[outfit]
@the-dashing-darling
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My mom taught me more about self reliance than any of my father’s misguided efforts. His attempts were obvious and painful but at least he never blamed me for listening to them. At least when I took his lessons to heart he said good job. At least he was a fucking reliable and predictable constant.
No, I didn’t learn to rely on myself because my father yelled at me for crying, I learned that I am the only person I have because my mother never let the answer be anything else. If I was worried about something it was petty(stop bothering her), if I was scared of something it wasn’t real(stop bothering her), if I didn’t understand something I just had to work harder(stop bothering her).
She was the person who taught me that no one offering help is genuine. She was the person who literally told me people do not care about you unless it will help them, but she was also the person who promised time after time that I could come to her only to always smack me down.
I joke with her that if she didn’t want me to be so independent, she shouldn’t have let me cry myself to sleep as a baby, and that phrasing is a joke but it’s true that she never meant the comfort she promised. Nothing was ever free.
If I was crying and she hugged me, she never fucking hesitated to remind me that her mother wouldn’t do this. Wasn’t she such a good mother? Didn’t she love me so much? How could I be angry at her for loving me? Didn’t I know that I wasn’t the person who was upset, because she was upset, and I was the ungrateful brat making her upset? Why did I have to be so mean to her? Couldn’t I remember how even my father said I needed to be kinder?
(What a cruel thing to say — she still says it when I talk about being a teenager. Twist the goddamn knife. I’m sorry that I was a teenager and mean sometimes. I’m not sorry.)
If you play with the big boys and you get hurt don’t come crying to me, that’s the rules of the game. (But don’t listen too closely because if your brother plays with you and your friends, you have to make sure nothing harms him. Don’t listen too closely because if you meet fists with fists you’ll have to write an apology letter, never mind the names they call you. Don’t listen too closely, just don’t come crying to me.)
(But I’ll always hug you as long as you need. Not like my mother, she would pat me on the shoulder and say enough. Make sure you submit your reason for crying in advance so I can decide if you’re worth it. If you’re not I’ll remind you how you’ve hurt me and how you can’t feel upset, how you need to stop guilting me, stop lying to me, just tell me the truth — I know what it is and you’re lying.)
I’m okay, but if I’m not — I just need to write things down more. I just need to let her check in on me and tell me what to do and if only I just listened to her. I’m okay, but if I’m not — maybe it’s just PTSD, and maybe that’s just depression, and maybe that’s just “you never get off your ass and out of your room.”
(When I’m home, she never adds. Despite my life, it only counts if she lets it count, and I am a liar who cannot be trusted to report accurately on my experiences. So if I go out during the day it’s not real, I’ve been in here all day, can’t I fucking contribute to the family? Don’t I know I’m not an island?)
I’m not drowning, that’s just the reflex babies have. I’m fine.
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How does the crow fly?
Does he sleep in the sky?
To nap on clouds is my greatest wish.
How does the bass swim?
I would love to ask him.
Or her. But I don't speak fish.
I'm stuck inside a man's body.
I'll never fly, so I'll just do karate.
Inside this man's body.
How does the plant grow?
I think my teacher knows.
But that day I must have missed class.
How does the tick suck?
I regret I have to pluck him off my pitbull's ass.
You see I'm stuck inside a man's body.
I'll never fly, so I'll just do Pilates.
Inside this man's body. 🎶
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Real talk...being born and raised in “communist” China didn’t make me communist in the slightest but getting into the French Revolution has made me a full blown socialist reading actual academic leftist theory
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I think it's incredibly important to remind folks on testosterone or folks who want to reverse patterned baldness about their options, but man, does it sometimes suck wondering how much of our insecurities about our hair stem from backwards beliefs that to strive towards beauty is not only preferable but "makes you good."
As someone with a rather masculinized body pre-medical transition, patterned baldness has always seemed neutral. Hair is incredibly important (hell, much of my own energy is spent on my hair because I like it), but the pressure to have hair, to have hair the "right way" is something that I absolutely loathe.
I'm not here to judge people who don't want patterned hair loss or baldness, I'm here to say that those traits will never make you lesser. Not only is it neutral, but it is also just as worthy and beautiful.
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