You Already Got My Money. Don’t Ask Again.
I paid for a music converter years ago. Now it wants a monthly fee just to keep working. This isn’t about the money — it’s about companies deciding they can charge you twice for the same damn thing.
I paid for a music converter years ago. Now it wants a monthly fee just to keep working. This isn’t about the money — it’s about companies deciding they can charge you twice for the same damn thing.
We used to drop the needle, sit back, and let a record take us somewhere. Now we skip, scroll, and forget. This isn’t just nostalgia — it’s a call to remember what music used to mean. And why we need to play the whole damn record.
TV lost its grip on me the moment I started building something real. What began as a random idea over dinner turned into a working, browser-based music player built specifically for radio and set lovers. It’s raw, fast, focused — and free.
Sleep Token isn’t just a band — it’s a sonic cult. Blending the emotional rawness of Porcupine Tree and Stabbing Westward with a ritualistic sense of devotion, Sleep Token’s music feels like a religious experience… even if you’re not religious.
Most people can pack a bag and relocate without a second thought. But when you’re disabled, moving isn’t just a hassle — it’s a battle with housing waitlists, inaccessible transit, broken systems, and a world that wasn’t built for your body.
Some people call it offensive. I call it ownership. “Gimp” isn’t a slur when I use it—it’s a badge of honor, inked on my arm before Facebook even existed. If that offends you? Good. It means you’re paying attention.
Why do people trust computers to fly planes but not drive cars? For those of us in wheelchairs, self-driving vehicles could be the key to independence — if the world would just catch up.
A simple trip to the bank and grocery store turned into a full-on obstacle course—ATM failures, grocery cart collisions, unsolicited life stories, and the kind of customer service that makes you question reality. Welcome to a Monday in Florida.
I’ve always believed CBS stood apart—anchored by the ghost of Walter Cronkite and driven by a duty to speak truth to power. But now, the last defender of that legacy just walked away because CBS’s parent company decided appeasing the Cheto in Chief mattered more than journalistic integrity. That’s not just betrayal—it’s the funeral march of a free press.”
Rolling with Scissors is calling an audible — instead of U2, we’re celebrating Willie Nelson’s 92nd birthday with a deep dive into his outlaw legacy, weird collaborations, and timeless storytelling.