Total lunar eclipse next Wed, Oct 8 from 06:27-07:17 (moonset) EDT! GET EXCITED!!
Wearing eyeliner doesn’t make you “girly” or “gay” a lot of girls actually find it attractive. If you wanna put concealer on that pimple go ahead. It doesn’t make you less of a man. Makeup is not intrinsically feminine. Don’t let society’s screwed up gender roles stop you from expressing yourself.
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We found a baby gecko hiding n our secret stash of polycarb! Too cute :3
the funny thing about dril posts is that they actually do have a structure to them– they hit a kind of conceptual caesura halfway through, a point where there’s no inevitable logical connection between what’s been said and what’s still to come. here, the first sentence didn’t need to result in the second, yet it’s not “lol random” either; the speaker is angry about his boss’ draconian ferret-kissing policy, and reacts in kind, and even the reference to a “screen saver” reminds us that we’re in an office. it’s a narrative progression that, despite having an internal logic, alienates its punchline from its setup. who the hell is this person?
one thing i love about @dril posts is how they all seem to take place in a universe that is somewhat like our own, but with the habitus of white middle america taken to a bizarre, absurd, but strangely logical conclusion. take this one, for instance:
so we have our setting: a security guard protecting the american flag in the betsy ross museum, something almost archetypically american and middle class. but once again the first part, or setup, for the punchline, “fucking the flag,” careens the joke into an alien punchline that still, given the setting, makes sense. @dril’s security guard character imitates a sort-of cop-talk, the banter of a security guard, “buddy, they wont even let me fuck it”. you can imagine a similar response from a guard at any museum, but we’re talking about Fucking the American Flag, here.
i really love @dril.
it’s astonishing that a human being thinks of those posts. some person, someone out there whose existence we have to infer, because all we know is that those posts occur and they must be coming from somewhere. “the @dril tweeter” resonates as “the beowulf poet” does, except beowulf (which i’ve only read in translation, so i’m not an authority) has never made any use of the english language as baffling and sublime and somehow primally interlaced with the stuff of human consciousness as “IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL.”
This is my favorite post, I am so glad I found it again.
so many of my friends are queer that i genuinely forget that the majority of the population isn’t on a regular basis
Our decisions change our climate. We dried up the 4th-largest sea on Earth in a single generation.
(If you’re wondering about the link between drying the Aral Sea and changing the climate, here is more info: http://www.columbia.edu/~tmt2120/environmental%20impacts.htm)
Vegan Burger Round Up (all from Zsu’z Vegan Pantry)
*pronounces “hors d’oeuvres” as “horse divorce”*
My dad always used to say “horse doovers”
>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun”
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”
For (early) Heidegger, Dasein (authentic engagement in being human) is “being towards death”. A sort of intense development of the Greek adage, “Mortal, know thyself.” Acknowledging unflinchingly one’s own radical finitude is what being human *is*.Good commentary! There’s a little more to it than that, from a strictly personal perspective, but this is an excellent mention of some of the sources that have shaped my philosophical attitudes on death and stuff.
Had a dream just now that Macklemore was named TIME magazine’s Most Muggable Musician and he showed up at an interview to accept the award and they mugged him
What’s the point of mugging someone who only has $20 in their pocket
$20 can get you many peanuts
Money can be exchanged for goods and services
Mashup/Remix Of The Day
Fatboy Slim’s “Rockafeller Skank” + Dire Straits’ “Money For Nothing”
(Remixed by DJ Sam Flanagan)
Those lines near the end of the song have always resonated in a very strange way.
I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
The edge of death would disappear, leave me nothing left to taint.
How often do we think about death being a thing that taints us rather than the other way around?
I’ve never really known what those lyrics meant, and I still can’t say that I do, but once in a while I think about it.
Maybe death is pure and natural, maybe that’s all it is. And then we come along with our laughter and our tears, riots of color and sound and motion, and then we do something that, as far as I know, nothing else ever has—we taint the inevitable by giving it meaning. Maybe that’s what they’re singing about.
I think about death a lot. Not, like, in any sort of immediate present form, but in more abstract terms and as something that is a universal thing that is experienced (peripherally for most, and then ultimately by all). We’ve definitely created a culture and a spiritualism that makes it mean something.