Quidquid id est

They're smart fuckin birds, I believe in them

Harvest mice foraging & nesting in poppy seed heads

Cicada, Stages of Conventionalization

Pedestrian traffic lights

Video stars Sunny, a black haired girl in a dress who is based on "Woodblock Print No 1. Hanako" c. 1920. by Takehisa Yumeji (1884 - 1934) & Pippin, a girl with brown braids, wearing a tank top and loose capris, who is based on the illustrations of Marguerite Davis (1881 - 1972).

An instrumental version of "Sing. Sing. Sing", a swing song performed by Benny Goodman and his Orchestra in 1937, plays throughout the piece.

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Video starts with a night watchman walking through an art museum with his flashlight. The light shines on a mosaic displaying the title. As the watchman passes, we zoom in on a small painting of a girl beside a pair of large flowers.

This is Sunny. She looks below her feet, smiles, and leaps out of her painting onto the bed of a girl in an illustration below her. The girl, Pippin, sits up and grins at Sunny. They get up and hug, and then Sunny braces herself, tags Pippin, and races out of the painting. The text "Tag, you're it!" surrounds Pippin as she prepares to launch herself after her friend.

They run through various types of art, occasionally tagging each other and switching who is It. They're obviously having a lot of fun.

Their design shifts to match each piece they move through, and the text "Tag!" appears in the native language/script of the piece's artist. We zoom out to see a staircase with painting covering the walls, the tiny girls visible briefly in the various pieces as the race from illustration to painting to line art.

The art gets older as they travel, until they're causing Greek amphorae to rock as they spin around them, and running past Ancient Egyptian figures. Finally, they fall out of the wall onto a cave floor.

Sunny checks to make sure Pippin is okay. They reassure each other, and then clasp each other's hands, wandering out onto a cliff edge. Around them, giant cave paintings of animals race past them as they watch in awe. Pippin turns to Sunny with a sly grin, then slowly lowers herself to the ground. Sunny follows her, and they sit together, watching history pass.

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Final credits state that it was directed and animated by Clea Lim Taylor.

More credits under cut:

just had the coolest video game dream yall. i want 2 play this game

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SETTING: a huge, sprawling university. seemingly endless, full of bizarre science labs, lush biodomes, giant faculty offices, study halls, libraries, parks, quads, cafeterias, endless hallways, secret tunnels, abandoned areas, dark woods, locked doors... cartoony psychonauts-esque look. kinda wacky, odd angles, people are all sorts of shapes & sizes

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YOU: the janitor!!! in my dream u wore a skeleton onesie & a gas mask lol. by night you do your janitorial assignments & respond to requests/take care of disasters. by day: search for your MISSING BROTHER!! you know hes somewhere on campus & u know someone knows something.......

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you live in the janitor closet that is also a bigger-on-the-inside POCKET DIMENSION!! so ur bed & janitor stuff is there, but also everything u put in your pockets, no matter how big. u could put a bus in there, nobodys stopping you

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(also your roommate is a vampire who attends night school. they are 500 years old & know everything about the schools history. theyre also addicted to MMOs)

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audit classes & ace exams for information! attend office hours & help out professors for intel! chat up one of the many office ladies for gossip! attend poetry night for the vibe! catch those pigs the frat boys set loose, put them in ur pocket & give them names! theyre your pigs now! go for a swim to fix the pipes in the flooded basement! find out why that one TA keeps giving u the stink eye! sign up for research trials to gain new abilities! watch the sunset with the gargoyles! find hidden key cards to access new areas! catch the campus peeping tom! game with ur vampire roommate on their 4k tv! do a ride-along with campus security! volunteer for peer counseling to remediate student conflicts! investigate the rumors about the haunted abandoned dorm building!

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& then find ur missing brother i guess

idk it was a really fun dream. i remember one lab professor was obsessed with chrome & was running experiments to prove that a chrome coating made things go faster, so he was painting animals/students/go-karts in chrome & making them race. BUT i couldnt access the lab without several steps of favors/intel/searching

the research trials would give u abilities like jumping higher/brief invisibility/temporary wall climbing/ventriloquism. your skeleton onesie/gas mask getup doesnt really stand out bc everyone is weird & cool & fun

so uh who wants to make this game with me

Losing confidence in Himself, G-d became an atheist. He decided to go down to Earth, to walk among humans and see how they found meaning.

He wandered the world until he came to a town, where he happened upon a pastor. "Come to our church this Sunday!" said the pastor. But G-d shook his head. "I don't believe in G-d anymore," he told the pastor sullenly. "And besides, I really shouldn't be working weekends." . . .

So the only reputation he has is ‘that bastard con artist who banked 19 years of aw-shucks-wormie-ness and used it to outrageously fleece everyone who’s almost anybody.’ Vader reading the report like…damn you Kenobi did you get HONDO to raise my son??

Jabba’s reaction to Luke’s message is INFINITELY funnier if we consider the idea that ‘Skywalker’ amongst the wretched local villainy (who mostly ignore imperial and rebel propaganda) is actually synonymous with TWO things - that brat who totally messed up the podrace bookies 25 years ago, and the infamous Anchorhead Con. Jabba gets this message about ‘Jedi’ and is like LOL i think the other Skywalker tried to pull some hotshit with that too before wimping out.

Everyone openly laughs like sure you’re a Jedi and I’ve got a bargain vaporator farm I want to sell you. 

“So this fucking—SKYWALKER, dude, have you ever heard the name Skywalker? You know what it means? A FUCKING ASSHOLE, that’s what it means. Like. The first one was bad enough, this little shit named Anakin who was fuckin’ NINE YEARS OLD and he just WON THE FUCKING BOONTA EVE PODRACE and set SIXTEEN bookies out of business and if I ever meet him I’m gonna set him on fire for it—

“And then this new one, Luke? Fuckin’ nobody, raised by his aunt and uncle out in the Wastes, little aw-shucks hick farm kid, the kind you could give him a five-credit piece and a ten-credit piece and he keeps taking the fiver because it’s BIGGER, that kind of simple, and then he comes into Mos Eisley one afternoon and sells his aunt and uncle’s moisture farm, right, I’ve been out there a few times, several of us have, and it’s a nice place as far as moisture farms go, mildly profitable, and the kid is fucking happy to get like two-thirds its value, so he sells the farm, right? TO NINETEEN DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Do you have any idea how much Jabba’s finance people had to do to get that sorted out? Nineteen fucking mortgages on ONE fucking property, puts every real estate con Jabba the Hutt’s entire CLAN ever pulled and we were on the WRONG SIDE OF IT! We had every pirate and smuggler from here to Corellia laughing at us! And THEN! And THEN—!

“So he pops up via hologram message acting like a DIPLOMAT from the REPUBLIC, claiming a title and rank from an extinct, defunct, ILLEGAL order and wanting to bargain with Jabba—are you fucking kidding me, BARGAIN WITH JABBA for a smuggler who’s up to his ass in debt when he’s responsible for that farm scheme, acting like he doesn’t even fucking REMEMBER it and expects that Jabba’s forgotten it too. Like. Absolute fucking idiot, and anticipating that Jabba’s just as stupid. And he offers a pair of droids as a gift. Like, built-in-the-Republic-era, random-ass droids that he probably picked up from the Jawas that morning for a few hundred credits and a junked ‘vaporator.

“I mean, Jabba’s seething here, but hey, free droids is free droids. Whatever. He takes the droids, throws things, orders a fight to the death between two gamblers who owed him money, killed one of his dancers at some point … and then Boushh shows up with fucking Chewbacca in chains—he’s Solo’s first mate, so Jabba was all happy about that, but not happy enough to pay the full bounty—and what’s Boushh do? Pull some gonads out from somewhere after all these years, and also pull out a fucking THERMAL DETONATOR! Going to blow us all to fuck if he doesn’t get his measley fifty thousand, and, well, there’s no arguing with crazy like that. 

“So now, if you’re keeping score, Jabba’s lost an absolute SHITLOAD of money and had his bookmaking industry fucked all to hell for like three years after the stunt from Skywalker the First, got screwed out of ANOTHER shitload of money in the farm scam by Skywalker the Sequel, got all but called an idiot to his face and insulted six times over by the same dude who’s apparently scammed so many people he’s forgotten who he has and hasn’t scammed, and got threatened out of fifty thousand credits by a second-tier bounty hunter IN FRONT OF HIS ENTIRE COURT.

“And then the next morning, what the fuck? Jabba’s favorite sculpture is gone, the one with Solo as its main ingredient that Boba Fett brought him. And Boushh is gone. And Jabba’s got a brand-new dancer chained up next to him. Night duty guy tells me Boushh unfroze Solo, and the new dancer girl IS Boushh, which, okay, you’re dealing with people like that and you look like that? You definitely need a helmet, but I feel like pretending she didn’t breathe oxygen was overkill. Anyway, then Skywalker shows up. All alone, no weapons, nothing, like he really believes in this Jedi shit. Arrogant little bastard, and we’re all laying bets on how Jabba’s going to kill him.

“So he talks a little, and fwoop! goes the trapdoor, and okay, everybody who bet on “Rancor” is doing a little happy dance, but then! BUT THEN! He fucking KILLS THE RANCOR! Drops its own cage door on its head and punches right through its skull! And—fucking NOBODY bet on that, which is a damn shame because everybody else would’ve just torn the winner apart out of sheer rage at that point and we coulda used some good bloodshed then, y’know? I mean, I dunno if you’ve ever met Jabba the Hutt, but he’s the kind of boss that’ll just go off and kill you for failing him or just because he’s angry at something. Just complete fucking asshole. I mean, he was pissed enough that everybody was worried for their safety, and so somebody dying messily right then would’ve calmed him down a bit.

“So Jabba’s big mad, and he gathers Skywalker and Solo and Chewbacca all together and says he’s gonna feed them to the Sarlacc, which is a nasty tentacled carnivorous plant out in the desert, so we all board the sail barge and have a nice little pleasure cruise—have you ever been to Tattoine? I’m fuckin’ kidding, it’s brutal. But hey, we get to see Skywalker executed, right? Wrong.

“Jabba offers them the chance to beg for their lives, and Solo calls him a slimy piece of worm-ridden filth, which, I mean, I could do better, y’know? If I’m about to die? Anyway, Skywalker goes up first, gets prodded to the edge, flips a salute off to who-knows-where, and does this little twist in midair, catches the fucking plank, and fucking SPRINGBOARDS himself back onboard, CATCHES HIS LIGHTSABER FROM MIDAIR where the one DROID shot it to him, and starts sending guards over the side, usually in pieces.

“So more guards rush forward to help, and there’s this huge fight, and fuckin’ BOBA FETT falls in, and while that’s going on? The fucking dancing girl has grabbed her chain and is FUCKING STRANGLING JABBA WITH IT! Like, I look over and he’s bucking and struggling and she’s pulling on that chain like anything, and then somebody hits me over the head with a bottle of Corellian brandy, and by the time I look again he’s pitched over dead! And nobody freaking bet on that!

“And then? Off they fucking go, Skywalker and Solo and Chewbacca and the dancing girl and the droids and one of the guards who I played sabacc with the other night and he owes me twenty credits! And that fucking Skywalker just cost me my job, and if I see him again I’m going to burn him to cinders myself!”

The man subsides, eyeing the gigantic ebony figure in front of him who, except for a couple of momentary starts as though he might say something, has been silently listening to him all this time.

Size-wise, Darth Vader has nothing on Jabba the Hutt, but somehow, he is scarier.

Finally, the dark form speaks. “You said you could do better.” A moment’s silence, and he clarifies. “If you were about to die.” He gets the impression that whatever monster lurks behind the helmet is smiling. “You are about to die now. Because you are a criminal, and because of what you have said about my son, Luke Skywalker. You have an opportunity to do better. Use it.”

The so-condemned criminal, late of Jabba’s palace guard, lets his jaw hang open unflatteringly for a moment while his brain catches up with events. HIS SON, which means …  

“YOU’RE Anakin Skywalker’s HUSBAND?”

The steady, hissing rhythm of Darth Vader’s rebreather actually stops dead as the Dark Lord straightens up as if stabbed with an electroprod.