Me: All-Star Superman is pretty cheap online.
Me: Is it time for another of my quasi-annual attempts to stop hating Grant Morrison by reading one of his most beloved works?
Jiminy Cricket: You should probably read the preview pages before you throw any more money down that particular shithole!
THE PREVIEW PAGES:
Someone: Gravity shields are shattering! Sunspots the size of a very big thing!!!! 40 million degrees in the convection zone!!! GRRRAH
Other Person: I was grown with no fear genes!
Probably That First Person Again: Full speed ahead! Hoist my main brace and swash my buckles if I'll break my promise to Dear Aunt Flobby over a little thing like engine failure!!!!!!!
Third Person?: I've just remembered!!! I'm a human suicide bomb!!! Have some DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Fourth person: I would shout a staccato burst of nonsense exposition, but Grant Morrison forgot I was in the scene!
Grant Morrison's Inner Monologue: I haven't forgotten. You're called Epsilon Trinary, but you were born Scallywag Smegma Von Gigahertz! I'm the best at naming things!
PAGE TWO:
Weird Eyes Girl Who Takes Up Half The Page: Literally the only reason I'm even here is to let you know that Grant Morrison has heard of Ray Bradbury.
I Think His Name Is Quintum?: Fiery corona! Solar chromosphere!! 6000 degrees fahrenheit!!!!! AARRGLEBARLG
Me: I can't tell whether these pages are supposed to be adjacent to each other or not!
Grant Morrison's Inner Monologue: I'm the best at playing 52 pickup with an unnumbered script! OR AM I???
PAGE THREE:
Cassandra Nova In A Hat: I'm eye-raping the window washer!
The Window Washer: I'm a Tom of Finland drawing!
Please Don't Be Perry White: I'm aggressively hitting on Lois Lane while she tries to work!
Lois Lane: I'm starting an article on a thing that hasn't happened yet by agonizing over the wording of its headline!
Grant Morrison's Inner Monologue: I'm the best at knowing how newspapers work!
All: ARE WE EVEN IN THE SAME ROOM?
END OF PREVIEW:
Me: Thanks, conscience!
Jiminy Cricket: You owe me twelve bucks.

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Awww. Arabic has a letter named “sad.”

I am learning so much about Arabic writing from this translation that was sent to me as a PDF! Specifically, from the process of painstakingly reconstructing it letter by letter in InDesign.

"

God we fuck up teenagers’ heads. We tell them that biological conditions are moral punishments and then we get all shocked when they don’t practice rational risk management of biological conditions. We teach them “sex is super desirable and all the cool kids do it, and it’s hideously shameful and will destroy your life” and we wonder why they act an eensy bit neurotic about it. If you tried to design a system for making sexually active kids confused and unsafe, you couldn’t do much better than the American media and school system.

And for once, the answer is relatively simple. Just talk about sex like it’s a part of life. Some people have sex and some people don’t, because people are different. STIs aren’t bad because they’re Dirty Crotch Rot; they’re bad because they’re contagious illnesses like strep throat or whooping cough, and you can ask a doctor to check for and treat them just like you would with strep throat. Unwanted pregnancy isn’t a scarlet A; it’s a mostly-preventable accident that sometimes occurs when people are going about their normal business of having sex. You can ask the school counselor about a variety of topics, including career planning, problems at home, questions about sex, or conflicts with teachers.

If we could just get the goddamn stick out of our collective ass and accept that sex is a human activity and teenagers are humans, maybe there wouldn’t be quite so many plaintive “I don’t understand my body and I’m confused and scared and I don’t know anyone I can ask in person” messages flying out into the world.

"

The Pervocracy - “Teenage Panic.” (via klonazepam)

(Source: fuckyeahsexpositivity, via pleasedontsqueezethegreymatter)

Wobbly: I want you to listen to the lyrics on this next song.
Radio: WE'RE LIKE YEAH WHATEVER I STILL LIVE LIKE THAT
Me: ...
Me: Sometimes you have bad ideas.
John Lloyd: Lastly, here's a Freudian question for you. Freud once said, "The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul is: what does a woman want?" What do you feel about that?
Natalie Haynes: I think... a woman wants not to be treated as some sort of exotic sub-species by a coke-addled creep like Freud.

Last night I dreamed a whole blockbuster sci-fi mystery movie with dark themes and high production values and a surprisingly well-constructed plot and for once I remembered the whole thing. Should I…should I write it down?

generalbriefing:

worldwide-blackfolk:

Well, well:  these confederate folks were nice enough to put black & native people on the $100 bill. how very considerate. not!
portu666:

A one-hundred dollar bill issued by the Confederate States of America, 1862.



I happen to have a bunch of confederate money. I got it during a field trip when I was in middle school. A good bit of it from several confederate “states” depict slaves and cotton. You know, so the people could remember what they were fighting for.

generalbriefing:

worldwide-blackfolk:

Well, well:  these confederate folks were nice enough to put black & native people on the $100 bill. how very considerate. not!

portu666:

A one-hundred dollar bill issued by the Confederate States of America, 1862.

I happen to have a bunch of confederate money. I got it during a field trip when I was in middle school. A good bit of it from several confederate “states” depict slaves and cotton. You know, so the people could remember what they were fighting for.

rubyvroom:

what does he need the cloak for

OUR SHOOTER WASN’T BROWN ENOUGH

rubyvroom:

what does he need the cloak for

OUR SHOOTER WASN’T BROWN ENOUGH

(Source: whitetrashlucha)