This post epitomizes my struggle of having an insane dream about the cast of The Pitt starring in a new Resident Evil Outbreak game and having nobody who cares about both of those things simultaneously
BABE! I did not “faint” or “pass out” due to the blood loss. I made a tactical retreat from conscious, babe. Basically a tactical Power Nap. Combat instincts kicking in at the doctor’s office shouldn’t give you the ick babe you don’t understand
I’d say “rest in peace, David Lynch,” but frankly, I’m not sure he’d want peace, or at least the popular conception of that. I think the idea of an afterlife where he couldn’t make art would drive that guy insane. So here’s hoping he doesn’t have to deal with that
sick of touchscreens, sick of GUIs. i want every electronic device in my life to have an enormous bank of single-purpose switches and controls like a nuclear reactor