TimNib #MDANT

@Otombosan @SlaveToIndustry Sorry. Fat finger mispront. Meant Mr Z

Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire, Clock DVA, Z'EV OTD 1981: Lyceum, London Photo Akiko Hada tinyurl.com/y6xogyky

Rest in power, Television bassist Fred Smith. In tribute, here's the story of the band's epochal debut album, Marquee Moon: a tale of unrelenting tension, disgusting shirts, drunken producers and intense power trips... uncut.co.uk/features/the-s…

A reply to Peter Hartcher (on Isaac Herzog’s visit to Australia), which I have emailed to the Sydney Morning Herald, and which will double as a reply to my local MP. #auspol

My heart weeps. RIP Fred Smith (left), bass player on arguably the greatest guitar album ever. Just listen to the opening notes of the monumental title track. That's Fred. That's music. One by one, the brightest leaves of my youth flutter to the ground.

Fred Smith, bass player for the influential proto-punk band Television, has died. He was 77. variety.com/2026/music/new…

Fred Smith: April 10, 1948 to February 5, 2026 RIP

This still applies. All 23 interplanetary minutes of it. Farewell, Bob Weir.

Abandoned White House wax museum. Video by @demonflyingfox

Apparently this is the full 60 minutes CECOT episode that has been leaked. Shame on CBS

This is great! 😂😂😂 From instagram.com/hear_me.out_da…

Timelapse of stunning bloom of a 'Carlos Watermelon' dahlia ©darcys_dahlias

OMFG! 🤦🤦🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 (sound up 🔉🔊🔊)

Retweet to win A We Are Live Tour T shirt, a sweatshirt, a bucket hat (all in your size) and a mug Winner picked at random 10am on Saturday December 6th Gooood luck y’aaaall

@BrandDNA Was my first thought too.

The game is rigged man. The game is rigged.

My 15-year-old son hasn't left his room in three months. Not since the boys at school shoved his crochet project into a trash can and filmed it, posted it with "What kind of guy does this?" while everyone laughed. I'd find him at 2 AM, surrounded by patterns he'd saved from online, yarn everywhere, eyes red from crying. "This is all I'm good at," he'd whisper. His little shop online became his only safe place while kids his age destroyed him daily for doing something they called "girly." Then last week, he emerged from his room holding this gnome outfit. "For the baby," he said, voice barely audible. His first complete costume for his 10-month-old sister. Every single stitch perfect. The pointed red hat, that fluffy white beard, those striped legs with tiny boots. When the baby giggled and reached for his face, my son smiled. First real smile in months. "Do you think it's... stupid?" he asked, waiting for me to confirm what those boys said. Stupid? My broken boy had turned months of torture into something magical. I posted these photos in his online shop while he wasn't looking. Orders came flooding in within hours. "This is professional work!" "Does he do custom orders?" "Tell your son he's incredibly talented!" He's reading every comment now, crying. Happy tears this time. Talking about maybe going back to school. Maybe finding other kids who create things. Maybe those boys were just scared of someone different. To anyone who thinks a teenage boy hiding with yarn is wasting his life, sometimes he's saving it. One stitch at a time. Please tell him what you think. He needs to hear it from more than just his mom.

@CrazyVibes_1 @RamboGardenGirl Absolutely on fire. Wonderful wonderful wonderful

He’s nothing if not consistent.

They are always rebranding racism to enact their bigoted policies‼️