WALTMINKWALTMINKWALTMINK
If you went to college in Minnesota in the mid-90’s, you had lots of opportunities to coolly ignore Walt Mink whenever they played First Ave or one of the local colleges. At least that’s what I imagine everybody but me did, because no one I mentioned them to since that time has heard of them.
Until a couple months ago, when suddenly everybody is like “Walt Mink this,” or “Walt Mink that,” or “Walt Mink something something.”
I’m very happy to see these guys get some attention again, because even if you don’t like the music, you have to admit that they are T.A.S. (Tight. As. Shit.).
Side note: before I heard Nick Drake’s sleepy original “Pink Moon,” I knew about the song from these guys. Which kind of ruined the sleepy version for me.
Also: Great video work, Chris Butler!
As your
unleashed pit bull approached my children, you said:
“Don’t worry, she’s friendly!”
But I heard:
“Hello, I am a stranger! There is my biting machine! Which I choose not to control!”
Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
What ho, look at this! My pal luckyshirt also recently went gaga over checks:
luckyshirt:
Dear person writing a check for your groceries:
…
I understand that there are outlaws about, and that carrying your fucking gold bullion around is a terrible idea, but check this shit out: we have these little plastic bits of sorcery called “debit cards”.
…
And don’t you worry your solid gold ass about me or the line around the fucking equator that’s waiting for you to fill in the memo space to remind yourself that this wasn’t for a new longsword or passage on the fucking Titanic. You go on and keep your records in order, Pharaoh.
The whole thing is great (if slightly angrier than my take).
Oh sorry,
I should have pointed out, in case you weren’t aware, that “checks” are pieces of paper that old people use to promise money to each other.
Here’s what I went with what do you guys think.
What’s this? Oh, just some stuff my bank thinks I should put on my checks.
I would like to know if a human has ever, ever, ever hit that button.
The Past 24 Hours of Twitter, Condensed
Person 1: “S&P, what a bunch of idiots!”
Person 2: “Congress, what a bunch of idiots!”
Person 3: “Wall Street, what a bunch of evil idiots!”
Person 4: “My vagina smells like raisins!”
Obviously my heart belongs to Person 4.
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Amy Winehouse : “Love Is a Losing Game (Demo Version)”
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This video just became my spirit animal.
The highest form of respect I can pay to some language or phrase that I love—in this case it’s a pure nonsense jubilee—is to buy the domain name for it.
I am now the proud owner of TastesLikeDiamonds.com.
