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OK, I’ve been getting really pissed off with all you peepal lately and you need to no it. YOU NO WHO U R!
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OK, I’ve been getting really pissed off with all you peepal lately and you need to no it. YOU NO WHO U R!
What makes us laugh? Woah, woah, that’s a loaded question. Let’s start from the beginning. Actually no, just kidding, that is the beginning. There seems to be a few theories as to why we find things humorous, and many come from the most overrated and most overquoted psychologist, Sigmund Freud (I’m a closet Jungian).
An immense black cloud of sadness fell upon the shoulders of a growing segment of the University of Wisconsin-Madison student body following a return from spring break Sunday.
Warning: If you do not like the indie music scene, then you might not understand my article. Hell, who I am kidding, I could write about puppies and tic-tac-toe and no one would understand my articles.
I’ve been getting a lot of dirty looks lately whenever I open my mouth. And no, my dental hygiene is without a doubt superior to your own. Don’t go there. But I think I might know why people have been giving me the death glare.
After having a disturbing number of conversations in which people informed me that their favorite director is Christopher Nolan, it occurred to me that there’s a long, long list of directors that most people aren’t, but everyone should be, familiar with.
Either No. 22 Wisconsin (11-5 Big Ten, 20-9 overall) or No. 10 Michigan State (11-5, 22-7) will be eliminated from regular season conference championship contention after the teams’ showdown Thursday in East Lansing.
So for those of you who haven’t heard, a disgruntled Australian mother found her 7-year-old daughter’s “diyet”list. Yes, seven years old, and, yes spelled “diyet.” Here’s my first question: How does a 7-year-old even know what a diet is? I’m impressed with how she got the spelling so close, just one extra y in there! And my second question: Why oh why does a 7-year-old care about a diet? I already knew that society made it extremely difficult for women’s self-esteem, being that I am a woman, but after hearing about this 7-year-old’s diet plan, I realize we really have a long way to go.
Dear Mr. Scientist,
With the silence from renowned author J.K. Rowling in regard to writing an eighth installment in her hugely popular “Harry Potter” series now reaching a record 2,191 days, fans of the series (known affectionately as “Muggles”) are reportedly “reaching their breaking points,” according to book publisher Scholastic.
OK, so this weekend I experienced a completely different, incredibly more acceptable and meaningful kind of fandom that has nothing to do with television. I imagine you are shocked that I have any real interests at all. You guys, I’m a real person, not a delirious crabfisher like you might have thought.
Passion Pit has had, by all measures, a stellar few years. Their first EP, Chunk of Change, was a love letter to a doomed romance, given as a gift by singer Michael Angelakos in 2008 and never meant to be heard by the general public. Since then they’ve released two albums of stadium-crushing pop, both topping their predecessors’ ever growing repute: 2009’s hit debut LP Manners and 2012’s darkly triumphant Gossamer. Their latest album’s success eschews the traditional pitfall of the sophomore slump, eclipsing the already impressive accomplishments of Manners.
Earlier this week it happened to me. I was running late for Spanish and a great misfortune befell me.
Hey, all! If you, like me, don’t have a significant other or an adorable puppy to snuggle with today, then follow me as I live-tweet Valentine’s Day.
I’m not saying anything is definite, but statistically speaking you’re more than likely going to have an awful Valentine’s Day that will probably destroy your current relationship and also any prospects of future happines with the person you’re with.
Record of the Year: ‘Somebody That I Used to Know’ by Gotye featuring Kimbra
Welcome back to school, everybody. If you read this space in the Cardinal last semester, you may remember me as a shameless hater with a Bruce Springsteen obsession often bordering on masturbatory. Those characterizations are indeed still accurate, but this semester I plan to convey such thoughts through a series of predetermined subtopics. My hope is that it makes my writing more enjoyable to read (Note: It’s also because I’m too lazy to synthesize an original column topic every week). We’ll call it the “Wednesday Morning Hangover.” Let’s dive in.
Looking through my WiscMail this week, I noticed something, or rather someone, was missing from my inbox. Whereas last fall the president, vice president and other prominent politicians had flooded my inbox—often sending messages that had personal subject lines addressing me as “friend”—this semester, I had to search just to find one email. A little hurt that the president seemed to be avoiding me, I thought I’d send him a message to check in.
Ah, award season, that magical time of year when the film industry gets together to congratulate itself for how great it is while the rest of the country sits around and watches. And sometimes people sing. It’s a special time.
In 2010, Local Natives released Gorilla Manor in the United States, their debut album that, despite its energy and ingenuity, slipped through the cracks of the rising indie/post-punk/psychedelic scene. Sandwiched in among new albums from Vampire Weekend to LCD Soundsystem and released only about eight months after The Temper Trap’s Conditions, Gorilla Manor unfortunately got lost in the mix.