Why Is The Rolling Stones Logo A Tongue?

Every time I spot that tiny horned grin on a shelf, my brain lights up — it’s like a beacon for the kind of cute-but-slightly-naughty merch I can't resist. You’ll see the little devil logo plastered across the usual fan staples: enamel pins (often in glow-in-the-dark or hard/soft enamel variants), stickers and vinyl decals for laptops and water bottles, embroidered patches to sew onto jackets or backpacks, and graphic tees and hoodies in a bunch of colorways. Beyond clothing, it's common on keychains and acrylic charms, phone cases, enamel mugs, and tote bags. For collectors, there are limited-run enamel coins, enamel badges, and small art prints or posters that spotlight the logo in stylized designs. Indie creators and official stores alike make plushies, mini-figures, and seasonal variants — think holiday-themed devils or chibi versions — plus stationery like notebooks, washi tape, and pins on carded backing. I’ve even seen socks, enamel cufflinks, beanies, and enamel patches for hats. I tend to buy pins and stickers first, then slowly graduate into shirts and framed art for a tiny corner display. If you like curating, mix the smalls with one statement piece and it feels like a whole vibe. I still snag whatever little devil item I can find — it's comfortingly mischievous and always makes me smile.

You'd think counting them would be straightforward, but the fun twist is that the number depends on which version of the cosmos you're peeking into. At the simplest level both the films and the comics center around six iconic items, but the comics are a little more generous (and chaotic) about repetition, alternate sets, and weird alternate-universe duplicates. In the movies — the Marvel Cinematic Universe — there are six Infinity Stones: Space, Mind, Reality, Power, Time, and Soul. They show up as the Tesseract (Space), the Scepter/then-Vision (Mind), the Aether (Reality), the Orb (Power), the Eye of Agamotto (Time), and the sacrificial reveal on Vormir (Soul). Thanos’ whole arc in 'Avengers: Infinity War' and 'Avengers: Endgame' revolves around collecting those six and using the Gauntlet. Marvel simplified the lore for cinematic clarity: six stones, six cosmic powers, one big existential consequence when they’re combined. Comics-wise, the canonical number for a set is also six, but the story gets richer (and messier). In classic comic runs they’re called the Infinity Gems (or originally Soul Gems) and they cover the same conceptual domains: Mind, Power, Reality, Soul, Space, and Time. However, the comics added layers: every universe in the Marvel multiverse can have its own set, so there are technically many full sets across realities. You also get spin-off artifacts that behave similarly — Cosmic Cubes, the Heart of the Universe, and weird one-offs that either mirror a gem’s power or overwrite it. Major arcs like 'Infinity Gauntlet' and the 'Infinity Watch' center on one six-gem set, but later cosmic events show duplicates, exchanges, and even entities personifying the gems. So, bottom line from my fan perspective: both media canonically revolve around six stones per set, but the comics allow multiple sets across universes and throw in lots of cosmic extras. I love how the films boil it down into a clean, emotional quest while the comics keep handing you new corners of the multiverse to explore — it’s both satisfying and deliciously endless.

I've dealt with my Fire TV Stick getting stuck on the logo screen more times than I'd like to admit. The good news is that it usually resolves itself within a few minutes if it's just a temporary glitch. If it's stuck for longer than 5-10 minutes, I find that unplugging the device for about 30 seconds and plugging it back in often does the trick. Sometimes, the issue might be a bit more persistent, especially if there's an ongoing system update or corrupted cache. In those cases, I hold the 'Back' and 'Right' buttons on the remote for about 10 seconds to force a restart. If that doesn’t work, a factory reset might be necessary, though that means losing all your settings and downloaded apps. The whole process, including setup afterward, can take around 15-20 minutes.

I still get a little twitch of curiosity whenever a familiar masthead gets tweaked, and 'TIME' changing its logo is one of those small cultural shocks. For me it’s not just about aesthetics — it’s a mix of practical needs and signaling. Older magazine logos were designed for ink on paper, huge newspaper headers and tidy print layouts; now they have to sit comfortably in tiny browser tabs, mobile apps, social thumbnails, and podcast art. That forces simpler, cleaner shapes and tighter spacing so the name reads at a glance. There’s also the brand story bit: tweaks can signal a shift in editorial focus or audience. A sleeker type treatment can feel more modern and approachable to younger readers, while keeping core elements (like color or a strong serif hint) preserves that history. Behind the scenes there’s user testing, legal checks for trademarks, and designers juggling responsive versions for every platform. I like to think of redesigns as dress rehearsals for the next decade — sometimes awkward at first, but usually smarter for long-term use.

Some days I catch myself trying tongue twisters in the shower like they're secret spells, and that little failure feels oddly revealing about how speech works. At speed, tongue twisters are basically a choreography problem: your tongue, lips, jaw, and breath have to execute very fast, precise gestures in the right order. Many twisters force your mouth to jump between very similar sounds that use the same muscles but in slightly different ways — that tiny difference is where errors creep in. Your motor system plans sequences in advance, but when two gestures are nearly identical and need to flip quickly, the plan can blur and you get slips, repeats, or swapped sounds. There's also a linguistic angle. Sounds that are phonetically close (like /p/ and /b/, or /s/ and /ʃ/) compete inside your brain. Coarticulation — the way one sound affects the next — becomes a double-edged sword: normally it smooths speech, but in tongue twisters it creates interference because anticipatory movements collide with the required articulation. Add pressure — someone watching or a stopwatch — and cognitive load spikes, which makes fine motor timing worse. I always choke worse in front of friends; my heart races, breathing changes, and my articulators become less precise. Practice helps because the brain converts the sequence into a chunked motor program. Singers and voice actors do this all the time: slow it down, exaggerate each motion, then gradually speed up. I like practicing in front of a mirror so I can see whether my jaw or lips are cheating. It’s funny and humbling, and a neat little window into how human speech balances physics, neurology, and habit.

On a noisy subway commute or before a karaoke night I’ve picked up a neat little habit: I sing my tongue-twisters. It sounds silly at first, but singing changes almost everything about how the mouth, tongue, jaw, and breath coordinate. When I sing the consonants, I’m forced to use steadier breath support and clearer vowel shapes, which smooths the rapid-fire transitions that normally trip people up. Breath control, resonance, and vowel focus are huge — once those are steady, speed and clarity follow more easily. Technically speaking, singing builds different motor patterns and stronger rhythmic templates than speaking does. If you pitch a tricky phrase and loop it like a melody, your brain starts chunking the sounds into musical units. That chunking plus the predictability of rhythm makes fast articulation feel less chaotic. I like to start slow, exaggerate mouth shapes, then use a metronome to nudge tempo up in 5% increments. Straw phonation, lip trills, and humming warm-ups help me find consistent airflow before I tackle the consonant blitz. Recording yourself is priceless; I’ll listen back and compare crispness at various speeds. I even steal tricks from speech work and movies — remember 'The King's Speech'? They stress repetition, pacing, and playfulness. For a fun drill, sing tongue-twisters on a single pitch like a scale, then on rising/falling intervals, and finally over a rhythm track. It’s surprisingly effective, and it turns practice into something you actually look forward to. Try it with something as small as ten minutes daily and you’ll notice it in conversations and performances alike.

There’s a strange little thrill I get roaming an auction house—old wood smell, murmured bids, and behind the glass cases, stones that look like they could be tiny captured sunsets. Over the years I’ve learned to trust a mix of quick visual checks, a few handy tools, and a healthy dose of skepticism when evaluating ruby-red stones. First off, color is king: rubies should show a vivid, saturated red with just a hint of blue in the best specimens. If the red looks flat, overly brownish, or uneven under different lights, that’s a red flag. I bring a 10x loupe in my pocket (it actually used to live in my comic tote until I started collecting gems) and inspect for inclusions. Natural rubies often have rutile 'silk' or other mineral inclusions and tiny fingerprint-like growth patterns. Complete clarity is suspicious—total perfection usually means synthetic or heavily treated material. When I want to get a bit more technical, I focus on a few non-destructive tests you can reasonably do without a full lab. Use a handheld UV lamp: many natural rubies, especially those from Myanmar, fluoresce bright red under long-wave UV. A dichroscope (tiny, cheap, and easy to use) will show pleochroism—rubies display two colors depending on the angle you view them from. Refractive index and specific gravity are definitive if you have access to a gem tester; corundum (ruby) has an RI roughly 1.762–1.770 and a specific gravity near 4.00. Beware lead-glass or fracture-filled rubies—these often show telltale signs like gas bubbles, a 'glassy' flash inside fissures, or extremely vivid color concentrated in surface-reaching cracks. I once bought what I thought was a bargain only to see the inside sparkle with tiny round bubbles under magnification—returned it ASAP. The paperwork is where auctions get sticky, so I always ask for provenance and lab certificates long before I set a bid. Reputable labs include GIA, SSEF, GRS, Gübelin, and AGL; a full report can tell you if a ruby is natural, heated, untreated, or glass-filled, and often gives an origin opinion (Burmese, Thai, Mozambican, etc.). Expect to pay for independent testing if the auction’s docs are absent or vague—lab reports range from a couple hundred to a few hundred dollars depending on the lab and the stone. If you can, request a temporary hold after the lot closes so you have time to send it for testing if the auction house can’t provide a trusted certificate. Also check the house’s return policy and seller guarantees: some major houses will refund if a significant undisclosed treatment is later proven. A couple of practical auction-day tips from my own experiences: take clear, zoomed photos from multiple angles and use them to compare with lab images or other verified stones online; set a strict budget because heart-over-head bidding is a real thing (I learned this after a caffeinated lot where a friend joked I was bidding like a villain in a JRPG); and bring a trusted gemologist or at least someone who’s handled corundum before if the piece is expensive. If you’re serious about a big purchase, factor in the cost and time to get an independent lab report and accept that provenance matters as much as carat weight. If the ruby gives you that rare, warm pull—deep, honest red that glows under light—you might be looking at something special. If not, walk away and keep hunting; great rubies turn up, and they’re worth waiting on.

There’s something about a bright red gem that makes my chest tighten in the best way — it reads instantly as danger, desire, and destiny all at once. When anime writers use ruby-red stones, they don’t just drop a shiny prop into a scene; they graft a symbol onto the plot. Sometimes the stone is a literal engine: a life-giving crystal that powers a city, a mech, or a blood-magic ritual. Other times it’s metaphorical — a scarlet token of love, revenge, or inheritance that pulls characters into quests and moral knots. I’ve watched shows and read manga where that single red object flips alliances, reveals secret lineages, or forces a hero to choose between power and humanity. Take gems-as-identity works like 'Houseki no Kuni' — even though the series treats all gemstones as literal people, the idea translates: a gem’s color and properties can define a character’s role, weaknesses, and narrative fate. Contrast that with the more classic artifact trope in 'Fullmetal Alchemist' (think philosophically, not literally) or the jewel-centered mythos in older fantasy anime where a crystal is the world’s thermostat. Then there’s the more modern, meta take: in 'RWBY' (which riffs on anime aesthetics), a protagonist named Ruby Rose embodies ruby symbolism — speed, passion, and a bloody determination. Those cross-medium echoes show up in fight choreography (red sparks on impact), costume palettes (scarlet trims for rage or leadership), and soundtrack cues (staccato strings when the ruby changes hands). What I love most as a viewer is how flexible the ruby motif is. It can be a corrupting MacGuffin — you watch the stone consume someone’s morality — or a tender memento that resurrects memory in a grieving sibling scene. Writers exploit red’s double-meaning: life and death, warmth and burn. On a smaller, sillier note, I’ll confess I once sketched a fan comic where trading a ruby necklace swapped people’s memories for a day; it was a neat way to explore character empathy without killing anyone. Whether it sparks an epic war over resources or quietly reveals a protagonist’s vulnerability in a moonlit scene, ruby-red stones become narrative shortcuts and deep wells both, and I still get chills thinking about it.