#mudeyes

Dismas: I’m not sure, I think it is a slave job.

LIES! LIES! You know exactly where the clay comes from, Mudboy! 

Per the episode commentary, whenever Dismas doesn’t know the answer to a question, he just dodge-rolls it. But this--I think this is a wombo-combo of feigning ignorance in order to dodge a question that he knows the answer to, but wants to appear as though he’s above possessing that knowledge. Upstairs don’t know what goes on Downstairs, and that makes them more Upstairs.

Which all makes me wonder how low the Mudeyes are on the Fringe ladder. I’ve been picturing them as weirdo reclusive artist-types, who would insist on harvesting their own clay because 1) they ain’t got slave money, and 2) you can’t just send some unskilled worker to go get “clay”, like there’s only one grade and variety of clay; clay is serious fucking business. But if clay harvesting is widely seen as a “slave job”, that would probably reflect poorly on them, like they’re a bunch of gross dirt people. So no wonder Dismas would want to distance himself from them--can’t Move On Up (to the South East side) if everyone thinks of you as some kind of ghetto trailer trash pig farmer.

Watch films/shows/the news (le petit journal is online I think & great.) listen to podcasts, try to think in that language

one time, when i was like one or two years old, i peed my pants in a cave

that isn’t pertinent to what you said, but i’m running low on clever stuff to say when people say nice things to me, so i thought a witty anecdote would work instead