June

23, they/them I reblog stuff mostly // tea blog is @tea-in-june

[juniper-song]

How big does a post have to be to trigger the haiku finding bot?

[the-haiku-bot]

How big does a post

have to be to trigger the

haiku finding bot?

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[butchtoks]

[alethianightsong]

Ok, so in the original Bram Stoker novel, sunlight is not lethal to Dracula. He just loses most of his powers. I'm bringing this up cuz I want a horror comedy where the hero, sensing dawn, tears off the curtains as a last-ditch effort only to have the vampire go "Aw shit, there goes most of my fancy powers. Guess I'll have to beat your ass the old-fashioned way" then proceeds to just deck the hero cuz a vampire at half-strength is still a fucking vampire.

[chaumas-deactivated20240115]

thanks to this workplace harassment training video my coworkers and I now say this to each other on a near-daily basis

[beemovieerotica]

ok Tylenol photo drop

[reptiliannastyboy]

how much time does she spend licking your bald head

[beemovieerotica]

an incredibly long amount of time

[beardedmrbean]

[certified-anti-microsoft-posts]

Certified Anti-Microsoft post

[paverics]

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

[paverics]

comedians can only dream of writing something this funny

[innerchildabortionclinic]

interesting kink assortment on the dash

[lesbopalmer]

i step up to the microphone and clear my throat. ‘the meyers-briggs personality types have no merit in the study of psychology,’ i mumble. ‘it has very low test-retest reliability and is largely subject to the barnum effect, like astrology.’ the crowd murmurs approvingly. i stand up a little straighter. ‘the current cultural focus on cortisol and dopamine operates in a similar manner, as a pop-psychology tool that allows the layman to feel intelligent by his use of medical jargon while containing very little actionable information about the way hormones affect the brain.’ a chorus of ‘yeah!’s and a smattering of whoops and cheers rushes to meet me as the crowd leans forward in their seats. i take the mic off the stand, holding it close to my face so that the sound of my breath is the only audible sound in the room as the crowd pauses its own exhalations, rapt in anticipation of whatever truth i’ll utter next. this room is their temple and i their oracle. i inhale and the room inhales with me before i say - ‘the same must then be true of the rise of the use of the menstrual cycle to explain behavioral patterns in estrogen-based endocrine systems: wrapping misogynistic quackery in a veneer of sex ed doesn’t make it accurate and presents at best a lateral move in the quest for the women to be taken seriously without regard to whether or not they’re currently menstruating. blaming your problems on your luteal phase is childish and disregards the reality that you are a human being with the ability to reason.’ the room falls silent for a split second, like a fuse burning away. then - pandemonium

[divorcedwife]

look at the republican calendar and see which animal/plant/item is associated with your birthday ok. if you're born january 14 you get the day of the cat

[divorcedwife]

solidarity for everyone who was born on the day of the cistern or the watering can or something like that

[ms-demeanor]

Performance art is good and listening to people who don't understand art talk about performance art is a unique type of torture.

[ms-demeanor]

Which is probably a thought that could be the core of a pretty fun, masturbatory piece of performance art.

[ms-demeanor]

Oh. Oh actually. Actually.

[ms-demeanor]

Okay, so the name of the piece is "It's what you make of it" and you have a setup that's a cross between a zoltar fortune-teller machine and a crank penny press. The room the piece is performed in has a warning about recording the performance and cautions the viewer to only interact with the piece of they consent to being recorded and photographed.

The artist is in the box, made up as a marionette and the viewer can use pulleys and switches to position the artist's limbs and to change the background and lighting of the box and can type a short prompt for the artist to repeat and act out verbatim.

The viewer has to drop a token (provided as part of the piece) into a coin slot and work a crank to complete the prompt. While the artist is acting out the prompt, the prompt is printed on a photo strip that includes a picture of the prompter (taken by a hidden webcam on the booth). One copy of the prompt and photo is spit out along with the cranked token (which has the phrase "it's what you make of it" and an image of a clown pressed into it) for the viewer to keep, one copy of the prompt and photo is spit out inside the booth where the artist can collect it after completing the prompt.

What the artist is going to do with the photo strip is not explained, the artist doesn't speak or move except as a response to a prompt.

[ms-demeanor]

People will prompt the artist to say "this is stupid." People will prompt the artist say explicit phrases, or to swear incessantly. People will prompt the artist to say slurs.

And they will walk away with their prompt attributed to them with their photo and a coin they used their energy to mint into a reminder that the art is what they made of it. And their creation is documented in the hands of the artist as well. What did they put into the world? What did they decide to say when they had a chance to say anything? What were they comfortable saying before they realized that someone would quote them on it? What did they make of it, and how would they feel if their photo was attached to their prompt in a book or video or somewhere that people might see it?

How did they approach the piece? How would they approach it a second time?

[ms-demeanor]

Also the artist goes hog fucking wild on the prompts. They're acted out *loudly* and melodramatically with as much emotion as the artist can put into the performance.

And whenever the machine is not in motion the artist is still and vacant, but the performance of the prompt involves as much eye contact and emoting as possible.

[ms-demeanor]

The piece is dead and meaningless until you approach it, and as soon as you start interacting with it it should become disconcertingly alive with your intention.

[everbright-mourning]

That sounds like an actual, literal nightmare I had as a kid where I fucked up giving instructions to a mimic-biological construct and didn't say anything b/c I didn't want to get in trouble and the construct was killed for not following the instructions correctly.

I absolutely would never want to be put in a situation where someone couldn't refuse my orders.

Well. Clearly as performance it it works already. I need to go drink of a cup of tea about this to stop being upset. I'm sure it would also make other people feel things they perhaps didn't realize they were going to feel.

[digitaldiscipline]

Marina Abramović, Rhythm 0 (1974)

[ms-demeanor]

This post was directly provoked by stumbling across a reddit thread of non-artsy people reacting to Rhythm 0.

[ampervadasz]

[masterkfox]

my two brain cells

[vigilantsycamore]

This is what executive dysfunction looks like

[a-book-of-creatures]

Inside you there are two hamsters…

[beemovieerotica]

[beemovieerotica]

Just showed all my coworkers pictures of Tylenol, the sales team is a big fan.

here's an exclusive pic of us at the vet yesterday for her bi-annual wellness check, let's hear it for keeping your dogs' vaccines up-to-date!!!

[the-quasar-hero]

You can make a movie with where the only white character is a man named Ray Cism whose one line of his 16 seconds of screen time is “I seriously hate women and minorities.” and you’ll find fifty bajillion reader x Ray Cism fanfics and renaissance style drawings of him with a halo of golden light

[mayhamster]

Holy fuck

[shapeoftheday]

restless spirits

[tiktoks-i-enjoyed]