remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave
How fucking old are you people?
normal amount
You see, there used to be a time (not all that long ago) when being offline was the default. And going online was the rare and wonderful thing that we (briefly) enjoyed.
It even came with happy modem noises.
They weren’t happy noises.
They were polite and reasonable noises! The sound of protocol being followed! Negotiation and compromise!
tumblr university is OUT tumblr monastery is IN brother tumblrinus is painstakingly copying out the most interesting prev tags on a manuscript of vergil until the abbot calls him out for not making his proto-gothic script accessible enough and also for his heresies
My favourite part of Makima’s design is the way it supports how she places a great deal of importance on appearances and “playing the part.” She has these restrictive, preconceived notions as to what humans *should* be like, how Chainsaw Man ought to be, and does not acknowledge the existence of what she deems imperfect (as she said, her ideal world would not only allow for any bad movies). This self-inflicted myopia made it such that she never truly perceived Denji, a key factor in her downfall.
She supplements her public safety uniform with a trenchcoat that evokes authority but is curiously ill-fitting. On her date with Denji, she wore an outfit that wasn’t simply attractive–it reflected the fantasy of a “youthful first date” with targeted precision.
It’s not a coincidence that the one time she wore this witchy ground-length black dress happened to be when we first witnessed her monstrous nature. It’s a strange choice for the beach, but for a character who was almost always seen in a shirt and tie, the emphasis is unmistakable.
Anywho, Makima’s a great example of a character with a minimal but effective and thought-provoking design. Fujimoto did well by presenting her in the form of a mostly ordinary-looking young woman who puts effort into fitting in only to have her do the craziest shit imaginable.
Happy anniversary to the time I ordered a burrito from taco bell and instead they gave me like 100$ worth of THC vape cartridges.
THE YEAR IS 2021 and I am on my way home from a VERY long day at my new job as a school photographer. Its 5:30, I have driven an hour and a half just to get home and all I want is a beefy five layer burrito and to go to bed early.
I go through the drive through at the taco bell. This is the same taco bell that, three years prior, asked us how many sauces we wanted. My roommate responded with “we’d like to get lost in the sauce.”
To which he said “lost in the sauce. Ok boss!”
And gave us an entire brown bag full of sauce packets that we are still working through to this day.
So our conclusion is that this store is operated by stoners, which is on par for a taco bell.
But anyhow, 2021, all I want is a burrito.
Pull up in the drive thru, order burrito. Compliment the cashier’s nails, take the bag without checking, drive off.
I get home. I carry the bag all the way to the kitchen and set it down. The sound it makes is not the sound of a beefy five layer burrito. It rattles.
I realize now that something is wrong.
I look inside.
I find this:
Which I realize now in 2022 after hanging out with potheads that this is considerably more than 100$ of THC products but that’s unimportant. I sit there for a few moments and just kind of stare at them asking myself
WHY does this KEEP HAPPENING to me?
Girlfriend comes in and sees this.
“Did someone pay you in smokeables again?”
“No, this is the new beefy 5 layer burrito from taco bell. Obviously.”
I could keep them, but what would I DO with them? I didnt know any smokers at the time that I could sell them to. You cant really… pawn THC products in my state because it’s a consumable and uhhhh… possession of such products is probably illegal? Fucking I dont know, if there’s a law about it everyone seems to be ignoring it.
And I cannot stress this enough: I dont smoke! And yet people keep handing me these things for some reason.
But more importantly: it is now 6:00, I am starving, and I did not get my burrito. So i make a decision and i grab the bag of vape carts and I go back to get the food I ordered.
I go inside and stand at the counter. I quietly tell the cashier that I ordered a beefy five layer burrito, and I got this instead. I lift the bag. I gently drop the bag. It makes the very non beefy burrito rattle sound.
The cashier knows by sound what is in the bag. Her eyes go wide.
“I’m not mad,” I tell her. “I dont want anyone in trouble. I’m just very hungry and would like the food I ordered.”
She very quietly takes the bag beneath the counter and produces six coupons for a free taco. “We’ll get your order to you in a moment, thank you for your patience.”
I am… containing my urge to burst out in laughter because this urban legend stuff. This is ‘tumblr will call this fake’ material. This is 'that happened to my friends cousin’ kind of story material and I’m just… waiting for my burrito.
The manager on duty approaches me and says:
“I understand you received something uhh.. other than your order.” She thinks I’m gonna tell corporate. This shit is too funny for corporate. I am not telling corporate.
“I dont want anyone in trouble,” I repeated. “I’d just like to make sure it gets back to its owner and make sure I get the burrito I ordered.”
“Right. Right. Right away.”
She gives me six more free taco coupons.
It is deathly quiet back there and I am trying so hard not to laugh at the absurdity of all of this. Like… how did I get here? What happened back there to lead me to this awkward situation? What farcical theater piece am I now a minor character in? Will I exit left persued by a bear?
The cashier returns with a bag. “Once again, I’m REALLY sorry.”
I take the bag. I check it this time.
This is indeed a burrito.
“No need, all is well.”
I leave with my burrito, twelve free taco coupons, and the sense that I just created chaos for an hour.
Well, looks like this one is gonna escape containment.
