A Quick Severance Poster In Honor Of The First Episode Of S2 Coming Out. Welcome Back Television

My latest embroidery 🪡 “Weavers of Life”, 8” radius, December 2021. A reminder to remember those who weave our clothing. by -Bold-and-Brash-

psst hey buddy, wanna buy some rare cordials? maybe an herbal tincture? some elderberry wine? chartreuse? whatever you want we got it

Brothers Ignatz & Solomon

You're telling me I stone cold stunned Murph for nothing?

need to string together my thoughts more on this but reeeeeally interesting to see the influx of media - severance, the substance, mickey 17 - centered on the idea of a double/expendable iteration of yourself.

the dehumanization of workers by the way of non-livable wages, unsafe working conditions, and identity based discrimination (and the current removal of dei initiatives), all drive a wedge between our personhood and the value we are prescribed as a member of the workforce. something something the effects of ai and deepfakes already putting people in danger, the way we live and present our lives online vs in reality, there’s a lot to unpack here. but it’s fascinating to see this trope so widely translated as a storytelling vehicle for these ideas, and that this is the story that people are interested in telling.

Imagine if they find Luigi innocent and he has to go through the rest of his life as That Guy Who Got Turbodoxxed That One Time Because Everyone Thought He Was An Assassin.

These guys partied too hard

Kristoffer Zetterstrand (Swedish, 1973) - The View (III) (2017)

What the hell is that thing and how is he driving

very important people is so unhinged from the guest comedian's perspective. like you get an email from sam reich asking if you want to come play ??someone?? on a show. you don't know what you're getting into but you say yes because it's a gig and you've been promised some level of Fun. you get there and spend 2-3 hours in the makeup chair being actively lied to and gaslit by the costuming team. they spray shit in your mouth. they put shit in your eyes. you can't rotate your hips because of the prosthetics. then they give you a mirror and half an hour max to scramble for Something Funny before you are unceremoniously thrown into the waiting jaws of vic fucking michaelis, who is deep in character as the most haunted freak you've ever met and running on four shots of espresso three hours of sleep + a dream. and people still came back for season 2.

I love nonfiction that I simply cannot relate to at all. "it's easy to get addicted to buying fast fashion! I used to spend thousands of dollars on it a year!" okay. you're a space alien.