Frabjous Day

17 Oct 2014


This is “The 2,548 Wittiest Things Anybody Ever Said”. There are funny quotes, sad quotes, thoughtful quotes and basically just a lot of quotes. And every single person




who reblogs this will get a random quote in their askbox!

14 Sep 2014

Reblog if you think gay marriage should be legal.












If you follow me and you don’t reblog this, we’re gonna have a little issue.

I will 500% judge you if you don’t Reblog

More people reblogged this than there are in my state??

Hey let’s do thisimage


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4 Sep 2014

Rocksaltseraph - Since I was talking about it today:

The word “meme”, as used all over the internets, was indeed coined by Richard Dawkins way back in 1976 in his book “The Selfish Gene”. Most of The Selfish Gene is about genetics, but, if I remember correctly, towards the end he expands and extrapolates, and introduces the idea of the meme as a sort of “idea gene” - the notion being that memes could spread by a kind of natural selection analogously to genes: memes that are easier to pass on and more successful at sticking in the mind are more likely to be prominent in the population.

There is a field known as “memetics” (again, equivalent to “genetics”) that is the study of this sort of thing. There’s some debate as to whether memes really qualify as being worthy of much scientific investigation; not because they’re not interesting, but because they may not really propagate analogously with genes. 

Dawkins has since gone on to swing a blunt object at religion - which, despite agreeing with most of the basic premise, I got a bit tired of after a while - and then to become a bit of a clueless, sexist asshat.

Nonetheless, much like how the “We Got A Badass Over Here” image came from a video of Neil deGrasse Tyson talking about how awesome Isaac Newton was, I love the extra layer of richness and interest everything gets when you realise that memes were invented by Richard fucking Dawkins in nineteen-seventy-fucking-six.

30 Aug 2014


trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. eating is really hard when you hate yourself. life is really hard when you hate yourself

(Source: shrekeleton)

30 Aug 2014

Reblog if it is 104% okay to come to your ask and just say ‘Hi can we be friends’ and then start asking you random questions.

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27 Aug 2014

I do really like early Yngwie Malmsteen, but I always found Far Beyond The Sun a bit wanky. I just listened to it again though, and I’m amazed by its brilliance.

Just like I feel that Eric Clapton solved the blues-rock problem in 1966 with Fresh Cream’s “Spoonful”, I think Malmsteen managed to perfect that sort of Paganini-inspired hot-rodded neoclassical distorted electric guitar thing right with his debut album in 1984 (if I’m not mistaken, both Clapton and Malmsteen accomplished this aged twenty-one, which is still utterly jaw-dropping to me).

Admittedly, Far Beyond The Sun has the problem of having a magnificent lead with a forgettable backing, but that lead guitar really is extraordinary. It’s not just the speed and virtuosity of the thing (though I still have yet to hear any imitators match that vibrato, or the all-round combination of subtley and intensity) - listen to the tone, the guitar sound itself. While most metal of the sort since has been superdistorted and harsh - which is fine for its own sake - Malmsteen had a ‘60s Stratocaster running into a ‘60s Marshall (almost identical to Hendrix’s basic rig) turned up to ten and then pushed a bit harder by a light overdrive pedal. As a result, the sound doesn’t hit you in the face. It’s gentle, it’s subtle, it’s delicate, it’s beautiful, there’s detail and complexity and a softness to it; and it still screams and howls and resonates around the room when he asks it to, overtones soaring like conjured spirits…

25 Aug 2014

People say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”, and I’ve had that. There is a cynicism to the sentiment, where presence unravels the heartstrings absence so tightly entwined. I’ve even had it so strongly that someone’s return gradually choked to embers a flame that had flared white-hot for months while she was gone.

But once - just once - I’ve had the opposite.

In their absence you think, well, you’re not really that similar, you don’t really have that much in common, and that aspect of them does kind of annoy you, and well, even if something did happen, it probably wouldn’t last, and it might screw things up, and you know, it’d probably be better to just leave it in any case. They’re nice and all, but meh.

And then you meet them again. And you see them. And you talk to them. And you spend time with them.

And you realise, there’s just no one in the world you’d rather spend the rest of your days with…

And, floodgates opened, you’re carried along, crashing from shore to shore, by turns miserable at how you screwed up, how you did something wrong, how you missed the opportunity, how you’re not good enough, how it’ll never happen; and elated - euphoric - at just how lucky you are, how much richer your life is, how magic the world is, how glorious every moment is made just because this person exists.

16 Aug 2014

Yo, RockSalt, I was thinking of two things just now: you posted on Facebook about metal and stuff, and I also remembered playing Guitar Hero with you when there was talk about finding more music like something-or-other on there.

Back when I were a lad, I listened to far too much instrumental guitar music, and what’s kind of interesting is that many of the newer generation of metal players seem to be influenced by some of the people I used to listen to. So I thought I’d link a few here in case you were interested. In no particular order:

Steve Vai - Building The Church

Joe Satriani - Searching

Yngwie Malmsteen - Evil Eye

John Petrucci - Tunnel Vision

Paul Gilbert - Technical Difficulties

Eric Johnson - Cliffs Of Dover

(a more recent discovery) Guthrie Govan - Sevens

31 Jul 2014

Reblog if you are shy.

30 Jul 2014

As I don’t Tumbl much, I cannot in good conscience link 11 people, so I choose instead to interpret the number as the Roman II…

RULES: Always post the rules. Answer the questions from the person who tagged you. Write II new ones. Tag II people and link them to the post.

1. Favourite colour?

Open up the colour wheel in Photoshop* and select a bright orange. From here, if you decrease the brightness (value), you get a deep, rich, saturated brown. From this brown, if you decrease the saturation, you get a sort of weak beige or taupe.

*or rather, a free and open-source alternative like GIMP.

Now select a bright, lurid cyan. If you decrease the brightness now, you get a sort of teal colour, but here’s the problem: to me, this teal is weak and dull like the taupe, not deep and rich like the brown.

Imagine that you could not turn the saturation of the brown up beyond two-thirds, and as you went about doing graphic design or interior decorating, the deepest, richest brown you had available was that weak, dull, greyish, lifeless taupe.

I can see it in my head - a deep, rich blue-green, deeper and richer than any turquoise or teal I’ve ever seen in reality. Sometimes I’ve come close - a mixture of blue and green in coloured glass or some unlikely liquid (Listerine has nearly got it). But thus, the futility of my life is aptly illustrated - my favourite colour does not actually exist.

2. Favourite item of clothing?

I bought a sewing machine over the summer, I just took delivery of some denim yesterday, and my favourite item of clothing is now the pair of jeans I’m almost ready to make. Big rock-star flares, bombastic True-Religion stitching, and, eventually, a creative variation on hippie flowers embroidered up the left leg…

3. Chess or checkers?

“Never answer the question that is asked of you. Answer the question that you wish had been asked of you.” - Robert McNamara, US Secretary of Defense.

My secondary school English teacher with a crotchless black latex catsuit and a Realdoe.

4. Would you survive the zombie apocalypse and how?

Depends whether I had advance warning of it and had a chance to get something like a historically-accurate recreation of a late-medieval/early-renaissance longsword:

It’d give me confidence if nothing else.

Now, a sword isn’t really a good anti-zombie weapon because its unnecessary sophistication makes it fragile, but if anything’s clear from the better zombie movies, it’s that once past the initial shock and horror, the lurching dead are merely a predictable nuisance, and it’s really other pools of consciousness that are potential threats. Besides the psychological effect of brandishing a big fucking sword, it’s also a damn good defense against any myopic git armed with a bat or an axe. Those longswords are agile enough to be used with a shield, too, if people are throwing bottles or stones.

Given that it’s your ablity to deal with other conscious humans that will govern your ability to survive, I reckon I have a decent chance. I can be calm and reasonable at least - being too detached from the world is currently a weakness that could become a strength - and I might be good at planning and organising supply runs and the like. My value to a small society might be in production and repair - I like building things, and cobbling together make-do furniture and clothing and reliable barricades could be useful.

5. The book lying closest to you.

Donald H. McCunn, How To Make Sewing Patterns

6. Favorite time of day?

Three in the morning when I’m in full Tony Stark mode, jumping around getting more done in ten minutes than I normally do in ten days, being überproductive and solving the mysteries of the universe.

7. What’s your star sign?


8. Introvert or extrovert?

Seriously introverted, but I’m trying to encourage the inner rock star to come to the surface a little more often.

9. Any tattoos? If yes what of?

No - I like them on other people, and I could see myself getting one some day, but for the moment I have a strong, almost philosophical aversion to having anything in my life that is permanent and unchanging.

10. Favorite Writer/ Author?

Ok this I actually don’t know. One out of eleven ain’t bad.

11. Favorite music genre?

I always find it bizarre when people place so much emphasis on genre, or listen almost exclusively to one genre, or what have you. What I like in a piece of music is something much less tangible than what category it fits into or what market it targets. Sometimes, it’s something about the humanity in the performance; sometimes, it’s a sense of purity in the attempt to satisfy a particular need; often, it’s just a fantastic colour or texture. This afternoon’s playlist looks like:



I. What is one question you really wish someone would ask you?

II. That thing you’re good at  - what aspects of it occupy your mind while you’re trying to get better at it?