“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
Alex Hirsch talking about why he couldn’t be at The Art Department Eindhoven irl, he slipped a disc and boy did he come prepared to talk about it jdjdhshs
also an image that now exists: bill cipher breaking alex hirsch’s back
“Isn’t it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal” I mean, there’s a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn’t have enough poison in it.
Humans have a really weird mix of mundane superpowers.
We’re not fast and don’t have a lot of natural weaponry but we’re bizarrely tolerant to a broad range of toxins to the point that one toxin is considered a morning necessity for some to perform at work. Gotta love us.
seeing a lot of white people and i just have to say
I need all white people to read this like 10 times, just because you see yourself as progressive don’t mean you get to talk over people of color and what we side eye
Unlearning racism is like flossing.
Since racism is baked into our culture, we ingest it every day; sometimes it gets stuck in our teeth, and others can see it. When people of color say, “Hey, the thing you just did or said was racist,” they’re saying, “You got some racism in your teeth, dude.”
Do we say, “No no, I flossed last year, there’s no racism in my teeth?” “My spouse is a dentist so I don’t have anything in my teeth?” No, we say, “oh damn, thank you,” shut up and go find some string.
Flossing has to be done again and again. So does unlearning racism.
I heard this metaphor growing up, and in my case, it backfired supremely, because I went out into my neighbor’s backyard where a rose bush was growing, and the one I tested had like 30 petals (it was yellow, but definitely a rose of some kind), and as a very logical lass, I came to the conclusion that you could have premarital sex AT LEAST ten times before your future husband would even notice something was up. Moral of the story? Test your metaphors on the weirdest and most neurodivergent child you know before writing your weird religious propaganda.
