apr 21 in idea barrages

A single man walks up to the stage, steps behind the mic, says nothing, there is an awkward pause. Finally, he yells “SKA-VENGERS… SKA-SSEMBLE!” and twenty horn player appear behind him out of thin air.

Tonight, drink a cocktail of quinine and Ovaltine called Quarantine.

Rick from RICK AND MORTY except turned into a zaftig woman as part of one of his crazy screams, yelling “I’M THICCLE RICK!” is probably on Deviantart somewhere. I don’t even have to look. I know my internet.

I tried searching for the word “theeaboo” like five different ways and found nothing so I’m pretty sure I just invented the best nickname for intense Shakespearean fandom.

Gamestop refusing to close in the middle of a pandemic because they’re afraid everyone will realize the mass market doesn’t really need brick-and-more video game stores anymore, that they’re gonna be niche things from now on, is peak capitalism.

Maybe, though, someone just summoned a demon that eats toilet paper and drinks hand sanitizer and they’re feeding it to strengthen it for its rain of terror. (Spoilers: someone chose the form of our destroyer as Mr. Clean.)

We are on the wheel of samsara together. Our failings, we need to note them and learn from them but let them also pass. Move closer to the middle of the wheel, where you can watch with less ups and downs. Find balance where you can.

Rand Paul won’t learn a goddamned thing, of course, he’ll just think he has to better deploy his money armor next time.