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solarsenpai:

siopold:

miracleyangwenli:

siopold:

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.

solarsenpai:

siopold:

miracleyangwenli:

siopold:

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.

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tomhauptman:


So I got a new tattoo yesterday. It was about two hours and by the end I was ready to die but totally worth it. It’s a slightly altered version of Hokusai’s Great Wave Off Kangawa.

tomhauptman:

So I got a new tattoo yesterday. It was about two hours and by the end I was ready to die but totally worth it. It’s a slightly altered version of Hokusai’s Great Wave Off Kangawa.

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cinenotebook:


Last month, my generation (the current twentysomethings) received a new label, probably our most memorable categorical cultural condemnation so far: according to Bret Easton Ellis, we are Generation Wuss. As the term suggests, Ellis, a notable exponent of Generation X, sees no cause for jealousy: “We had the luxury to be depressed and ironic and cool. Anxiety and neediness are the defining aspects of Generation Wuss.”

Going with “depressed, ironic and cool,” Ellis leaves out some of his own generation’s less celebratory adjectives; after all, Gen X were found to be detached, aimless, cynical – in short, if you weren’t a materialist American Psycho, you were probably a Slacker. Richard Linklater’s 1991 film comes closest to a perfect portrait of the oddities of a generation in doubt and rejection (if we leave aside the question of whether participating in such labelling makes sense at all, that is). Slacker is an imaginative Tour de force anthology of heterogeneous characters, loosely unified by their existential dispositions: they’re all highly educated, unemployed, unambitious (in the traditional sense at least), frustrated, radicals or historical revisionists, (faux-)intellectuals, full of ideas, short of actions, possessing all kinds of information channels but using them to air frustrations and to delve in obsessions, and - above all - they’re taking their freedom to not do much of anything.

Even Linklater’s style operates in the Gen X realm of detachment and cool, including all the meta- , irony and schizophrenia that comes with it: does it want to be a stylistic lo-fi grungy indie flick (grainy 16 & 8mm images, sloppy focus, casual long takes, the occasional visible boom mic), or a virtuoso series of impressive long tracking shots, great performances and clever transitions? And is it an absurdist comedy, or a defining portrait of a wandering generation? In praise or in irony? Like its subjects, Slacker wants to do bits of everything and nothing at the same time – a wonderful work of form meets content meets generational attitude.

So, reading Ellis’ essay, and thinking about Linklater’s film, it begged the question: what films define Generation Wuss? 

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hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

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We all need some therapy, because somebody came along and said, “‘Liberal’ means soft on crime, soft on drugs, soft on Communism, soft on defense, and we’re gonna tax you back to the Stone Age because people shouldn’t have to go to work if they don’t want to!” And instead of saying, “Well, excuse me, you right-wing, reactionary, xenophobic, homophobic, anti-education, anti-choice, pro-gun, Leave It To Beaver trip back to the Fifties…!”, we cowered in the corner, and said, “Please. Don’t. Hurt. Me.” No more. Bruno Gianelli, The West Wing 3x06, “Gone Quiet” (via immanentyouth)

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The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.

George Bernard Shaw

Irish dramatist & socialist (1856 - 1950) - The Quotations Page

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littlewarrior-recovering:

enzuigiri:

The rarest of the rare: a men’s magazine advocating hairy armpits on women.

"Repulsed? Get a grip." fucking yes

littlewarrior-recovering:

enzuigiri:

The rarest of the rare: a men’s magazine advocating hairy armpits on women.

"Repulsed? Get a grip." fucking yes

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Ouroboros: a serpent biting its own tail. A mythological and alchemic symbol of the cyclic nature of the universe: creation out of destruction, life out of death. The ouroboros eats its own tail to sustain its life in an eternal cycle of renewal.

Ouroboros: a serpent biting its own tail. A mythological and alchemic symbol of the cyclic nature of the universe: creation out of destruction, life out of death. The ouroboros eats its own tail to sustain its life in an eternal cycle of renewal.

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workingclassfucker:

gallifrey-feels:

balladofwormzlp:

bakedandbipolar:

every.single.one.of.these

ladies and gentlemen, the most accurate post on tumblr

opium

Sounds about right

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shessofuckedinthehead:

also that rocket popsicle 

shessofuckedinthehead:

also that rocket popsicle 

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cviperfan:

excuseyoukyofu:

"All anime is the same"

Let me explain you a thing

a major catastrophe causes the brown-haired protagonist to join an organization with matching uniforms and characters of varying personalities, heights and sexual orientations that exists for a seemingly straightforward purpose while also struggling with a hidden aspect of their identity that can be helpful but also makes things complicated in unexpected ways

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