The Evil Twin

keep thinking about how I wrote in my dissertation about how every time a new form of public/social space emerges it's immediately popular with kids and teenagers who see it as a chance at freedom and then adults colonise it and kick them out. this happened with malls in the 80s and diners in the 50s and pool halls in the 20s. my dad was doing research on this trend in like 1975. and I was like "yeah so this is going to happen to the internet" and then five years later every government suddenly decided to ban kids from everywhere online. I hate being right especially when I don't even get paid for it

i would like a hug…. JUST KIDDING! i would like TWO hugs. (suddenly becomes cold and standoffish) i don’t need anything or anyone and i don’t want to talk about it.

Wild to think how invested I once was in captain america. They really put something in the winter soldier (2014). you had to be there

Look textually Idk where it would be, but it is very sweet

does it have to be textually there? it was in this production and it was awesome

why don't you agitate the contents of a barrel full of cream for a while then reach your hand inside and maybe you'll feel butter

"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about

do you guys remember when we googled something and we would get results that were actually related to the things we searched

Save a marker, SPREAD THE WORD!!!!

This is a really good idea, especially if you are trying to find an economic friendly way to get markers or crayons out of your abode without throwing them in the trash

what about blorbhov from my complicated russian novel though

blorbeaux from my nilihist french plays

blorbón from my weird latin american magical realist novels

blorbug from my kafkaesque short stories

von blorbow from my german sturm und drang novel

Don Blorbo from my opera

błórbżo from my polish poetry

blorbocles from my ancient greek epics

Mr. Blorby from my Jane Austen novels

Blorbio from my early modern plays

useless rosetta stone

Waiting for Blorbot

bar-blorba from my talmud

I don’t like how you put these two photos together, as if to imply that the dumplings with the paw print have anything to do with this sweet, innocent angel who has never done anything wrong.

Reblogging in honor of Marjane Satrapi, one of THE great graphic novelists. Her comic Persepolis was a crucial text for shaping my belief that comics can deeply explore identity, culture, politics, and history.