mi vida musical
the alcohol has turned
into chewing gum
looking like the lower
and I press my hand
the night reeling
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.”
These strongly distorted pair of galaxies, cataloged as Arp 81, are destined to merge into one large galaxy in the distant future. And some crazy action can already be seen.
Located in the constellation Draco, the galaxies are 280 million light-years away. Even more distant background galaxies can be spotted in this sharp image which I urge you to click on and view larger!
Image Credit: Hubble Legacy Archive, ESA, NASA, Martin Pugh
I’ve been in a Braum mood, and I couldn’t help but think that Tryndamere would feel some competition in the love department now that there’s a new dreamy support in the league~
It’s fairly OOC for Ashe, and we all know Braum is a super happy big hearted guy and would never compete over the Queen of the Freljord! But c’mon, we all know Trynd would probably be a jealous baby over his little Ashe
No Ashe, hug and love /my/ muscles, not that new guy. He can’t even sprout hair on his head, gosh.
It’s sketchy and dumb through most of it but again I don’t really care it’s LATE
There may be a sequel in the future~