weird and weirder

Actual conversation with a colleague
  • Him: I just had a weird idea
  • Me: Go on...
  • Him: I was thinking about Philip K. Dick and how his novels got big after he died. Imagine if you could use electrical waves to send ideas through corpses in a cemetery.
  • Me: You basically want to email Philip K. Dick to let him know how successful he is?
  • Him: Yeah, email his dead brain directly.
  • Me: That is a very weird thought, but what's weirder is that I can see exactly where you're coming from and agree completely.
  • Him: Could someone in theory work out the electrical make up of an emotion like love and then just walk around transmitting it?
  • Me: The world would be a much better place.
  • Him: It would. Let's divert all this money from defense spending. Just plough it into love machines...

whisker up and prepare for another eightxciting year of weird tweets and weirder vid! 

can you believe its already a year after pinof 7 im not ready

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…ANd THEN THe forest girl grew up and so did everyone else, and she married the person she met one time when she was 12, thus ending of the swapped version of the story. SO MUCH happened in this arc (that i love) and i couldn’t even get to my favorite bits, but…that’s the ending. …I mean, theres not MORE after this. Surely nobody would be crazy enough to continue something that had a solid enough ending 8) *nervous laughter* ….

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More Damian as a college student: My college had an orientation weekend for all the freshmen, which is pretty common as far as I’m aware, but it pretty much felt like summer camp for 400 some freshmen with like 100 upperclassmen running things and I just couldn’t help thinking of what Damian would have done and ended up writing this drabble.


“Hi everyone, I’m Hannah your O-group leader and I’d like to welcome you all to your first semester! So what we’re going to do is some get to know you games. First though how about we just go around the circle and say our name, where we’re from, and one fun fact about ourselves. So my name’s Hannah, I’m from Coast City and I spent the summer working as an intern at Ferris Air.”

This continues to go around the circle and Damian learns his classmates play an array of sports and instruments, won various awards, and come from all over the country. By the time it gets to be his turn he has no suitable fun fact that wouldn’t compromise his identity.

“Hello. My name is Damian Wayne, I am from Gotham City and I-” am Robin, was trained to be an assassin since birth, have died and come back, count metas and a kryptonian as my best friends, I’ve led the teen titans, have been to space multiple times… “have a small wildlife preserve at my house. It includes a cow, some horses, dogs, cats, a turkey, and some more exotic animals.”

The introductions conclude and they move onto the next game, something called the Great Wind Blows. The whole circle stands and one person enters the middle, they say something about themselves and whoever else that applies to must run to another spot in the circle, the last one still moving ends up in the middle next. -tt- This is ridiculous. What could any of these people possibly have in common with myself. The first person is a girl who introduces herself as Joan and then she recites her fact as per the rules, “The great wind blows if you… have an adopted sibling!” Damian moves into the center of the circle, slightly in shock. Joan takes his spot and no one else has moved.

“You both have an adopted sibling?” Hannah asks kindly, trying to encourage them to share.

“My little sister, her name’s Emma. My parents adopted her when she was still a baby and I was four but I love her to pieces.”

“Damian?” Hannah prompts.

Damian gulps and stares at his classmates, “I have four adopted siblings actually, three older brothers and an older sister. Um, Richard, Jason, Timothy, and Cassandra.” Hannah smiles and nods at him and he realizes this is his cue to continue the game. “I’m Damian and the great wind blows if…” you are a black belt in at least one martial art, know how to fence, speak more than three languages fluently, regularly travel across the country… “you spend your summer on a farm or at summer camp.”

Quite a few other teens shuffle around and whoever moved must once again explain how it applies to them. A lot work as summer camp counselors but two others explain they spend summers on their grandparent’s farm or uncle’s vineyard. “A family friend is from Smallville, Kansas and his parents’ have myself, their grandson and a few other friends come stay for parts of the summer on their farm.”

Damian is surprised to find himself moving around the circle to things like “have a dog”, “have a black belt”, “rides horses”, “watch Disney movie marathons with friends”, “have inside jokes with your siblings”, “regularly prank another member of your family”, “one or more of your best friends live in another state”.

What was the most surprising was “have met a superhero”, since Hannah thought this was interesting and practically everyone moved she had them all go around and say which hero, herself having run into different Green Lanterns during her life in Coast City. A lot were “Superman” or “the Flash” two excitedly said they had both met Wonder Woman and Black Canary which prompted a side conversation that needed to be reeled back in.

It got around to Damian who grimaced, scrunched his eyes shut, and began listing as fast as he could, “Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Oracle, Red Hood, Black Bat, Batgirl, Red Robin, Abuse, Superman, both Superboys, the Flash, Kid Flash, Impulse, Arsenal, Green Arrow, Speedy, Black Canary, Catwoman, Huntress, Wonder Woman, Troia, Wonder Girl, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Miss Martian, Blue Beetle, Supergirl, Stargirl, Doctor Midnight, Wildcat, Mister Terrific, Ravager, Tempest, Aquaman, Doctor Fate, Raven, Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg and I’m positive there’s some I’m missing…” He opened his eyes to see the rest of the group staring at him in shock, mouths slack. He tried reclaiming an air of nonchalance, “My father funds Batman Inc. Over the years I have met some rather interesting people thanks to that.”

Another boy gave a low whistle, “Dude. You have got to tell me what it’s like meeting Batman.” Damian just smirked as they moved on.

- Little Red

So, picture this. You’re a fallout 4 settler, right? Life has been pretty tough for you, but you’ve found this nice enough place, it’s got water, food, defenses, even some electric lights, sweet.

Only some raiders start coming for your stuff. You have a shitty pipe pistol. So you ask the only people you can, the Minutemen.

And they send this… person. They’re dressed weird, even weirder then that Hancock dude that runs Goodneighbor. They’ve got this odd look in their eyes. They kinda look like they’ve not slept in 4 or 5 days. But they say they’ll sort it, so you go back to your day to day drudgery.

Only, a day or four later, they come back. In the night, still stinking of other people’s blood and their own sweat. And the first thing you know of it is being woken from your sleep to a shadowed figure leaning over you, whispering ‘I took care of those raiders like you wanted’

At this point it’s been pretty conclusively established that the ocean is weird, but one of weirder marine phenomena I’ve encountered is the sea monk or sea bishop, an animal that was sighted of the coast of Poland in 1531, washed up on Danish shores in the late 1540s and went the 16th century equivalent of viral.*

*This of course had nothing whatsoever to do with the Protestant Reformation or Henry the Eighth declaring himself head of the Church of England.  Scientific interest only.

Pretty much every major work on fish in the next 100 years included one:

Guillaume Rondelet (1554) [“human features, but with a coarse and rude outline […] the head was shaved and smooth; the shoulders were covered by a cape.”]

Pierre Belon (1551)

Conrad Gesner (1558)

Richard Breton (1562) [Breton was a Protestant, which may explain the increased levels of eldritch]

Caspar Schott (1662)

Johann Zahn (1696)

And a late entry: this abomination from Robert Chamber’s The Book of Days (1869)

Explanations for these include most of the usual contenders: monk seals, grey seals, hooded seals, walruses, angel sharks, deliberate fraud of the Jenny Haniver variety,  Steenstrup’s ever popular ‘squid doing victory arms’.

honestly i love watching @kickthepj vids. No politics. No drama. No hate. No shouting. Just video games and quirky lil arty things. Maybe a lil nostalgia thing here. Lil bit of montage here. Sweet, jazzy music you’re not supposed to dance to, more like clean ur room or do a lil doodlin. Weird questions with even weirder answers. No real obscure clickbait. Just honest, nerdy, arty Peej (and Wiggles). 

love it.

Huh. I… don’t normally draw tony like this, but…it’s not bad. And I originally drew his shoulders but I didn’t like how it looked, so now you get a kind of pixelated necklace of stars effect :D

Accurate Descriptions of Instruments
  • Piccolos: no.
  • Flutes: what you are y'all like some of y'all are really weird and some of you guys are walking goddesses
  • Oboes: duck sounds, and tuning issues. also chill out ur not oboe god
  • Clarinets: SHADY AS HELL????? AT EACHOTHERS THROATS LIKE 24/7
  • Saxophones: You guys are really full of yourselves or emo.
  • Tenor saxophones: Weird. Wierdos.
  • Bari Saxophones: Even weirder than the tenors believe it or not
  • Bassoons: Either lil shits or angels blessed from the high heavens no in between
  • Bass Clarinets: Emo nerds. That's it.
  • Trumpets: The big ego thing is not a lie, you either know it or you are in denial.
  • French Horns: toot toot. hon hon hon baguette.
  • Trombones: A giant cult. Laughs at fart jokes, god complex.
  • Euphoniums: Y'all are fucking weird as hell.
  • Tubas: big toot
  • Percussion: sex jokes and rim shots

I don’t really think that’s what Sans meant, Pap, but you take that comment however you want to buddy.

…But seriously just imagine Underfell! Papyrus in his own “cool dude” outfit