watch this video
omfg it’s true.
the new u2 album is now on my phone
Ferguson protesters gather for highway shutdown.
I feel such an urge to travel to Ferguson and lend help. How I wish I could arrange that. We are needed. This is the real shit.
open the doop, get on the floop. everybody walk the dinosoop
- falling asleep on someone’s chest
- wrapping your arms around each other
- synching heartbeats and breathing slowly
- falling asleep in big t-shirts and underwear
- forehead kissies and murmured affections
- MONSTER TRUCKS
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.
if you base disabled people’s “worth” on whether they are “productive members of society” or not I hate you and I will kick your ass
hey, have seen several people wondering about the “internet slowlanes” thing on my dash.
basically the fcc is trying to make it so that internet providers can provide “fast lanes” to sites that pay them for the privilege. anyone who can’t pay gets “slow lanes”.
so p much the fcc is trying to fuck with what information can and cannot be easily accessed online, based on who’s got enough money.
more capitalism bullshit.
today, sept 10th, a whole bunch of major web brands have all come together in what they are calling “internet slowdown day”. it’s pretty much just symbolic, to raise awareness that this shit is happening. (why are they doing this? you may ask. they say it’s to protect net neutrality. i figure it’s cuz they dont want to have to pay more)
here is a place you can submit a letter to the fcc.
Conversation with Raymond the Raven.
This Raven sounds like R2-D2. The bird laughs with the man at the end of the video. Amazing.