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What Else Can I Say About Dude? I Gets Busy

My nephew Dylan, preparing for the Watch The Throne tour. Photos like these are the fate of all children born into the age of the mature Internet. 

Friday Tiger Blogging

My wife and I hung out with tigers in Chiang Mai. These are their stories. 

This dude is three months old. Note his glassy eyes and giant paws. They work in tandem for a singular purpose: to murder you. Case in point...

Don't be distracted by the adorable white spots on the ears of this baby tiger. Check out the red spots on the forearm of the man in the blue shirt who, I assure you, looks like Norman Podhoretz but probably isn't. How'd he get those red spots? From the claws of a baby tiger, who ripped the shit out of not-Podhoretz's arm when the opportunity arose.

But, I mean, so cute.

At three months old, their underpaws are already like leather. More pics after the jump!

A Lightning Strike of a Sentence

"He was medicine. He was immunized by God from catching the diseases that he fought."

From Jesse Jackson's eulogy for Jackie Robinson. Wow.

Wedding Song Rejects, Part VI: Cerebral Ballzy

Shout to Clark Dever on this. You want early-mid-80s SoCal style hardcore? From kids who probably weren't alive back then?  Cerebral Ballzy is here for you. (Brooklyn, stand up!) Their forthcoming full-length is embedded below, because I won't be listening to it at my wedding.

Relatedly: it seems that as you age, there are never enough people around for a circle pit when you want one.

Cerebral Ballzy by Cerebral Ballzy