One of my family members paid something like 60 € to see Michael Jackson in the 90s. I still remember how back then, I thought “what an outrageous price tag.”
One of my family members paid something like 60 € to see Michael Jackson in the 90s. I still remember how back then, I thought “what an outrageous price tag.”
The timeless art of seduction
Pink elephants and lemonade
Dear Jessie, hear the laughter running through the love parade
Counterpoint: I still vividly remember a guy ripping a fart in class more than 20 years ago. Maybe because we’ve been writing a test and, up until that point, the classroom had been deadly silent before bursting into laughter.
Or maybe because he did it again, a couple of days later.
Marty would go back to 1994 and play smells like teen spirit at the high school dance
That surely would have made for a different vibe…
The late Jim Shepard would have been my recommendation, bit I might be biased.
Surely that took a lot more practice than doing a cucumber. So I was told.
We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Worse. They had these big, decades-long gaslighting campaigns, selling cigarettes as “good for you” because they “calm” you down, make you look cool and lower your blood pressure, etc.
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face by a gorilla.
The Fartisan
I need to sleep I can’t get no sleep
I’ve not bought anything from Amazon for close to 3 years when I was handed a gift card out of the blue. It took me no less than three hours to shop for 5 pretty standard items because on every page I clicked, my screen was entirely filled with ridiculously trashy products, annoyingly unrelated products, upselling BS and useless AI-generated reviews. And then I had to uncheck the fucking subscriptions they snuck in. How does anyone bear with this, I wonder?
♫ It’s true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through
being dealers every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man, it’s hard to hold the hand of anyone
who’s reaching for the sky just to surrender ♪
(originally by Leonard Cohen, of course)
I have a feeling that a few steps are missing between trololo and Monty Python… right? guys? Geez, I’m getting old.
It’s all in a day’s work for… bicycle repair man. <snort>
Yeah but it is, though. Plus the psychological pressure from social media/ FOMO, plus enshittification everywhere, plus the constant undercurrent of wages and job opportunities eroding away from us due to inflation and upper-class greed.
People were happy when mobile phones entered the scene and became affordable. It didn’t take long for employers to use them for asking tasks of us during off-time for profit maximization, though. Not to mention the constant feeling of being spied on and experiencing the gathered data being used for being bombarded with creepily targetted ads.
I’m sorry for today’s youth, growing up thinking this is all perfectly normal and nothing can be done about it.