Western Conifer Seed Bugs are the greatest bugs because they’re great. Some bugs fucking suck and eat your food and sting you, but Western Conifer Seed Bugs won’t be having that. They’re just chill guys. A Western Conifer Seed Bug is totally fine with walking on your fingers, he doesn’t care….
Old Spice Guy:"Hello, FEMINIST HULK. I observe that you are using lady-scented body wash."
Feminist Hulk:"HULK FIND LAVENDER FRAGRANCE RELAXING AFTER DAY OF SMASH."
Old Spice Guy:"Wouldn't you like to smell like me?"
Feminist Hulk:"HULK WOULD RATHER SMASH GENDER BINARY OF PERFORMATIVE SHOWERING."
Old Spice Guy:"Your tiny purple shorts hanging on the towel rack now hold tickets to the Sleater-Kinney reunion concert. And diamonds."
Feminist Hulk:"HULK ENJOY CORIN TUCKER'S REJECTION OF TRADITIONAL GENDER ROLES AND CONSUMERISM. BUT DIAMONDS MAKE HULK WANT TO SMASH HEGEMONY OF POST-COLONIAL OPPRESSION. ALSO, STILL PREFER TO SMELL LIKE FIELD OF FLOWERS."
Old Spice Guy:"You puzzle me, Feminist Hulk. Your wish to use lady-scented body wash, even whilst smelling the intoxicating scent of my Old Spice, is unparalleled in my experience. "
Judith Butler:"Feminist Hulk makes a good critique, Old Spice Man. Your discourse is being circumscribed by a learned sex/gender distinction. Please pass me the loofah."
Old Spice Guy:"Hello, Judith Butler. Allow me to scrub your back. So you and Feminist Hulk are saying that my devotion to Old Spice body wash might be part of a larger regulative discourse to maintain an essential ontological gender?"
Judith Butler:"That's correct, Old Spice Man."
Feminist Hulk:"HULK SMASH EPISTEMOLOGICAL FRAMEWORKS, WHILE SMELLING LIKE SPRING GARDEN."
Old Spice Guy:"I understand. Allow me to bake you a cake, Feminist Hulk and Judith Butler, while we discuss intersectionality and the beauty of giant green muscles."
Judith Butler:"Congratulations on making a break with compulsory heterosexuality, Old Spice Man."
Femist Hulk:"HULK IS VERY HAPPY TO SHARE TEARS OF JOY AND ORGANIC WHOLE WHEAT PASTRY FLOUR WITH OLD SPICE MAN AND JUDITH BUTLER."
So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.
90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.
Oh my god D:
here’s a bad idea: listening to this in the dark by yourself