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May 30

Excerpt from a script I haven't written, yet.

  • Mary: What did he say to you?
  • Devon: [tears in his/her eyes] He said i was one of the 99 attributes of God, and that, for the world to exist, we have to live, unaware of who we are. He said that was because, if me and all the others know who we really are, we'll cause the end of this world. He said that Our awakening is God's awakening.
  • He... he said he was my dad...
  • Mary: [pausing to take all that in] Hm. Well, i don't know anything about your family, but he was right about one thing: you ARE one of the attributes of God.
  • Devon: what?! How do you know that?
  • Mary: Oh that's easy; i can see it all over you. But he was Wrong about something, too.
  • Devon: what d'you mean?
  • Mary: i mean he was wrong about the number. There aren't 99 of you, Devon.
  • Devon: What...? How many are there?
  • Mary: well that's the question. On this planet? There are about 7 billion human-shaped attributes of God.
  • But there is only one Devon Quire. Never forget that.

brainsqueezings:

Blame wolvensnothere and NPR. While we were running errands, they interviewed a guy about his book about the Constitution. He described how the drafters worked all through the summer, sometimes drunk at 7am because beer came with or simply was breakfast, holding six hour long arguments and speeches at one another while they thrashed it out. Wolven punctuated this with “I’ll give you three-fifths of your MOM!”
This happened mostly inside of an hour. Not my best work. :/

brainsqueezings:

Blame wolvensnothere and NPR. While we were running errands, they interviewed a guy about his book about the Constitution. He described how the drafters worked all through the summer, sometimes drunk at 7am because beer came with or simply was breakfast, holding six hour long arguments and speeches at one another while they thrashed it out. Wolven punctuated this with “I’ll give you three-fifths of your MOM!”

This happened mostly inside of an hour. Not my best work. :/


What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.

And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”

When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.

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“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.” T.S. Eliot (via wine-loving-vagabond)

And I watch to see who does the same…

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jhameia:

never-show-me:

Бартон рассказал мне все. Поверь мне. Все.- Знаете, у Нат от природы рыжие волосы. И ей нравится снег, но дождь она любит! Ей нравится валяться в кровати дождливым утром. А когда она устает, она любит положить голову мне на колени. И она поет русские песни, и хоть я их не понимаю, мне нравится слушать.- О, Одина ради, ты можешь заткнуться хотя бы на пять минут?!

Oh shit, this is the cutest.

jhameia:

never-show-me:

Бартон рассказал мне все. Поверь мне. Все.

- Знаете, у Нат от природы рыжие волосы. И ей нравится снег, но дождь она любит! Ей нравится валяться в кровати дождливым утром. А когда она устает, она любит положить голову мне на колени. И она поет русские песни, и хоть я их не понимаю, мне нравится слушать.
- О, Одина ради, ты можешь заткнуться хотя бы на пять минут?!

Oh shit, this is the cutest.

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May 29

Fuck your dearth of imagination

You know what’s more interesting than zombies? Exploring the motivations of Demons; trying to understand what AI would feel and how; a detailed exegesis of ghost narratives.

Gary Numan - [Pray (Extended)]—- Perhaps a vision of the apocalypse that is intensely personal, different for everyone, but with a common unifying moment, a point in time at which everything suddenly shifted, and tracing life back to that point, for everyone, to understand what it was, how it came to be and what it means for TEOTWAWKI, because we would “know it” as individuals, but also as knots of overlapping context and confluences of beauty and insanity and the sublime.

Zombies are jsut fear, god damn it, and fear is the mindkiller. Don’t tell me to “calm down” or “learn how to take a joke” when we’re subtly, slowly insinuating acceptance of unimaginative, panic-striking tropes into our response catalysts— Media.

The Dead Milkmen - [Do the Brown Nose]—- It occurs to me that I still don’t believe that media changes our individual behaviour, but it does create and conscribe the contexts in which we can act. The more influences a person with a bent toward thought and deconstruction has, showing them that there’s no room for that, the harder it will be for them to exercise their natural predispositions. I’m saying this for the benefit of my 15-year-old self, who once wrote a newspaper article arguing that violent media does not cause those with non-violent predispositions to Become violent.

The Builders and the Butchers - [Short Way Home]—- Also, I just found an article referencing and angrily responding to my aforementioned news piece: www.crosswalk.com/518492/ I wrote that article when I was 15, as part of the VOX Teen Communications summer program, and this article was written two years after it was published. Weird.

Jarboe - Not Noah’s Ark—- Anyway, my point is that absolutely anything at all is more interesting than the useless focus on pure mindless fear, without an expression as to what it represents or what we can learn through the overcoming of it. (The Distillers - [Idoless]). All that I see as a result of the current zombie furor is people preparing collapsarian “Who Do I Save And How Do I Survive” scenarios.

Poe - [That Day]—- All that I’m asking is that you Please Please Please tell me that you understand that this is only step one? That you know that planning for “The End” is never planning for “The End,” but planning for Change?

1) How do we survive?

2) Can we fix the problem, back to “Normal?”

3) If yes, HOW?

Tom Waits - [Hold On]—- 4) If no, then how do we not just survive, but Live?

What do we become, after, during, because of the cataclysm? What kinds of things do we want to be?

Not just “how can I live in the woods indefinitely and not get eaten;” more than that.

That’s my point, here.


On Zombies.

  • Xander: Scenario: We raise Buffy from the grave. She tries to eat our brains. Do we A: congratulate ourselves on a job well done...?
  • Willow: Xander, this isn't zombies.
  • Anya: Zombies don't eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie masters. Lot of people get that wrong.

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watershedplus:

An innovative initiative is taking place in the Philippines to bring sustainable lighting to homes in impoverished communities. Empty plastic bottles are installed in the roof, filled with water and bleach they refract sunlight. These “solar light bulbs” provide light equivalent to a 55watt light bulb.

See how they’re made here. From Visual News

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