Ramblings from the North

Wow seriously please not Five. In this household we hate the color of the sky.

The play I’m in right now is set 300 years in the future (in the eighties) on a spaceship and the director decided that gendered terms like “bro” and “dude” are obsolete, so we’ve replaced them all with “zorbo.” Which is all well and good except that I’ve had a hard time scrubbing it from my vocabulary outside of rehearsals and I keep accidentally addressing people with “yo, zorbo” and now I feel like I should just lean into it and hope it catches on.

I’m sorry but “300 years in the future (in the eighties)” what the fuck does that sentence mean???

it’s the future but in a 1983 sort of way

Zorbo, welcome to HIGH FUCKING FASHION.

honestly, sci-fi needs to bring this back, and i don’t think i’m going to live long enough for the next time it’s the Eighties.

Punks, zorbos, mutuals, lend me your ears

(only a few years later..)

This is the greatest video I’ve ever seen in my life

This is still one of the best executed jokes I’ve ever seen

*puts this on my End Of The World playlist*

you are falling off a very tall biulding

Dissociation soundtrack

lost in an abandoned shopping mall where all the stores are gated and the lights are flickering and this is crackling over some distant speakers when suddenly you catch a glimpse of something drifting down the broken escalator and it’s vaguely humanoid except its arms are too disproportionately long and knees don’t typically bend that way