(3 drinks) sometimes the world is so magnificent that i will weep at the many simple beauties you encounter during a normal day
(3.25 drinks) if you begin to think about it enemies are actually surrounding me and closing in. i am beset upon by evil on all sides
Saw the Odyssey last night.
The irony of the right wing backlash is that this is a deeply small-c conservative film. It's about the consequences of defying the gods, and how society crumbles when we violate sacred traditions.
It's such an own goal that the right hates it.
HALDEMAN: There’s a genre of film they make. They’re called “edits.” Footage of you - the Checkers speech, the ‘62 concession, the helicopter, set to a kind of, uh, trancelike electronic music. The comments say things like “literally me” and “he just like me fr.”
NIXON: What’s “fr”?
HALDEMAN: “For real,” sir.
NIXON: And the…sweating? In the, the debate? They’ve seen the sweating?
HALDEMAN: They love the sweating. They consider it relatable. The consensus is that the sweating gives you “aura.”
NIXON: Aura, huh.
[EIGHT SECONDS OF SILENCE]
NIXON: Bob, I want to be very clear about something. In 1960 that sweating cost me the presidency of the United States, and now it’s giving me…what, aura? Where the [EXPLETIVE] was the aura in Cook County?
KISSINGER: History has a way of vindicating-
PRESIDENT: Henry, do you have edits?
[TWELVE SECONDS OF SILENCE]
KISSINGER: There are some.
If I was in Odysseus’s crew I would volunteer to stay on the boat every time. Have fun on the Island fellas!! I’m sure it’ll be a chill normal island and nothing funky will go down! I’ll hold things down here on the boat y’all stay safe !!
Disco elysium asks the important question of: what would you do if there was a real honest-to-god socialist organization that had the capacity to make change on a structural level but everybody in it was, like, super fucking annoying, and the guy in charge was ugly and weird?
Me: asleep in bed “sightly adjusts leg”
My cat: the energy became incredibly hostile here. I’m just going to go…. Would rather sleep on the couch than deal with your disrespect.
Abandoned gas station, 2096. All that’s left is bolted down or too heavy to carry away. On the pump, a chronological human centipede of stickered Presidents, silently shouting in unison, I Did That!