Following the example of Althouse, I signed up at TikTok; began swiping and watched two or three (yes, yes, several) amusing videos: but the longer I spent at it, the more clear it became that it is chiefly middle and high school kids attempting to be clever while repeating the same half dozen tropes over and over again.
This leads me to make the observation that in this age of hyper-individualism TikTok (which has been around since 2017?) depicts a world where social conformity reigns and 'radicalism' seems not to exist; precisely because it's so much school kids, I guess. Still. Maybe instead of simply swiping, one needs to approach it via the Trending and Discover buttons; as with Instagram and other apps, however, probably I'll end up uninstalling this after having forgotten about it for a few months.
We didn't have a single trick or treater come to the door last night- the weather was unpleasant, windy and cold for this time of year. The turnout on our street has been falling for years, now finally to zero. I blame Trump.
Fly with new blast, get gas Kid rock some folks thought I'd flew right past Faded fast, ran outta gas Here I come again, all back in that ass No questions, I tell no lies Rely kid rock is on the rise Like a sky scraper I'm back like smack, and so are the vapors And the papers, cause I'm gonna rhyme Right, jump right back up into the lime light And I'm rackin my brain where the pain was No I got more soul than the train does Mid western funkin, car pumpin from the amps in the trunkin Ya can't stop this boy, this time I'm the real macoy And you know my name is rock
You know my name is rock (7x)
So hey punk, feel the funk Feel the wrath of the rock Non stop, I got a glock in my pants I don't dance, I sit around I don't sip 40's, I pound I been around too long, commin too strong Kid rock got it goin on See me, see you, see through, emcee's who knew Fly like the wind, I hang like a hinge Been gone like rhymes on a drinkin binge So don't cringe at the sight of rock Ya wanna fight the rock, ya gotta fight this glock And you can say my beats are fake But it don't mean shit when your gettin paid Hip-hop, the jam don't stop
You know my name is rock (7x)
I'm the d to the o, p to the d O to the straight up g see I been around like jesus layin tracks But I had to come back, I had to come back Back from the dead, enough said Still trippin like fred Be red, ya got a head full of holes I got a head full of bowls I'm the k-i straight from the d, punk From the home of the b funk Aint no frontin here, I wont disapear I'll be around next year I'm the jiffymack In the rack, writin off for some ify crack Last year, this year it's all the same But you know my name is rock You know my name is rock (8x) K-i-d's the name
We had 45 trick or treaters last night, below our record of 47 but one of the 45 was a farmer girl carrying a live chicken, so that was neat. More Hispanic kids than ever. Free candy? Is this a great country or what?
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19 comments:
What a great memory for that little boy!
Does anybody ever show up costumed as Althouse?
I think I'm ok on the Epstein ordeal.
I'm going back to watching soap operas.
https://nypost.com/2019/11/01/trevor-noah-asks-hillary-clinton-how-she-killed-jeffrey-epstein/
Mittens went out trick-n-treating last night in Salt Lake City.
He masqueraded as a Republican.
Following the example of Althouse, I signed up at TikTok; began swiping and watched two or three (yes, yes, several) amusing videos: but the longer I spent at it, the more clear it became that it is chiefly middle and high school kids attempting to be clever while repeating the same half dozen tropes over and over again.
This leads me to make the observation that in this age of hyper-individualism TikTok (which has been around since 2017?) depicts a world where social conformity reigns and 'radicalism' seems not to exist; precisely because it's so much school kids, I guess. Still. Maybe instead of simply swiping, one needs to approach it via the Trending and Discover buttons; as with Instagram and other apps, however, probably I'll end up uninstalling this after having forgotten about it for a few months.
Belated Halloween link ... may you kern in hell! https://hellveticafont.com/
We didn't have a single trick or treater come to the door last night- the weather was unpleasant, windy and cold for this time of year. The turnout on our street has been falling for years, now finally to zero. I blame Trump.
US Opens National Security Investigation Into TikTok
The clock is running.
a single trick or treater come to the door last night
Cold, calm, and around three dozen princes, princesses, goblins, and ghouls. All treats.
Freddie rare. He is an all-star without an ego.
So a lot of boomers will be eating unexpected quantities of candies in the coming days.
Kid seemed unimpressed.
some sicko put an apple in our kid's razor blades this year.
"Hello me, it's me again"
- Fee;omg paranoid....
Medathalicaa?
Megadeath.
Fly with new blast, get gas
Kid rock some folks thought I'd flew right past
Faded fast, ran outta gas
Here I come again, all back in that ass
No questions, I tell no lies
Rely kid rock is on the rise
Like a sky scraper
I'm back like smack, and so are the vapors
And the papers, cause I'm gonna rhyme
Right, jump right back up into the lime light
And I'm rackin my brain where the pain was
No I got more soul than the train does
Mid western funkin, car pumpin from the amps in the trunkin
Ya can't stop this boy, this time
I'm the real macoy
And you know my name is rock
You know my name is rock (7x)
So hey punk, feel the funk
Feel the wrath of the rock
Non stop, I got a glock in my pants
I don't dance, I sit around
I don't sip 40's, I pound
I been around too long, commin too strong
Kid rock got it goin on
See me, see you, see through, emcee's who knew
Fly like the wind, I hang like a hinge
Been gone like rhymes on a drinkin binge
So don't cringe at the sight of rock
Ya wanna fight the rock, ya gotta fight this glock
And you can say my beats are fake
But it don't mean shit when your gettin paid
Hip-hop, the jam don't stop
You know my name is rock (7x)
I'm the d to the o, p to the d
O to the straight up g see
I been around like jesus layin tracks
But I had to come back, I had to come back
Back from the dead, enough said
Still trippin like fred
Be red, ya got a head full of holes
I got a head full of bowls
I'm the k-i straight from the d, punk
From the home of the b funk
Aint no frontin here, I wont disapear
I'll be around next year
I'm the jiffymack
In the rack, writin off for some ify crack
Last year, this year it's all the same
But you know my name is rock
You know my name is rock (8x)
K-i-d's the name
We had 45 trick or treaters last night, below our record of 47 but one of the 45 was a farmer girl carrying a live chicken, so that was neat. More Hispanic kids than ever. Free candy? Is this a great country or what?
Freddie is the best. I miss Freddie, Jason Heyward, and Andrelton Simmons playing together--those were some fun games to watch.
The crazy thing is that Feddie's the old man on the team now! I'll miss McCann.
Some mafia guys were giving out candy to kids while smoking cigarettes.
The guy instantly became my favorite baseball player. How cool was that?
I know that can happen anywhere, but to me that is so Atlanta. Great people just being normal. Love that town.
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