—All we have to do is forget. —But I don’t want to forget you.
Dirty Computer (2018) dir. Andrew Donoho, Chuck Lightning
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—All we have to do is forget. —But I don’t want to forget you.
Dirty Computer (2018) dir. Andrew Donoho, Chuck Lightning
I had a nap within a dream
I think this was the first time I’ve ever napped within a dream before only to wake up in the same dream, which slowly convinced me that the dream must therefore be real.
It was set in a large holiday house in an unknown warm country. It reminded me a little of the place I stayed at in Naples, except it was a detached house rather than an apartment. It was hot and dusty outside. For some reason there was a Grecian feel to the place even though I’ve never been to Greece.
The house was either Leon’s own or a house he was renting for the moment. Either way, both Luke and I were staying there. It was like a massive AirBnb - lived-in, some pieces of old furniture and knick knacks lying about, not overly tidy but homely and spacious. The ground floor had floor-to-ceiling glass windows and sliding doors around two sides of the house that led to the large back garden.
That day, there was a big house party happening. People started to appear in the back garden, drinking and making conversation in the balmy weather. And I was completely freaking out. I felt extremely strongly that I didn’t want to be a part of this gathering whatsoever and really wanted to avoid it, but it was difficult because of the visibility from the glass walls. I was essentially having a social anxiety panic attack of sorts. Not sure why I couldn’t simply go upstairs away from everyone else, but I ended up collapsing in the living room on the old but expensive looking rug and passing out for a bit.
Once I woke up, the party had become a lot louder and there were loads of people outside. My shoulder hurt from lying on the thin rug in an awkward position. I think Luke and Leon were there to see how I was doing - I promptly started freaking the fuck out because I was still in the same dream! And I began to question whether or not this was a dream or reality. I came to the conclusion that it was reality but that I must be on some kind of drugs like cannabis edibles because of the disassociating effect making me believe it was a dream...
Very weird. That fucked me up a bit today 🤔
Deftones - Dream Mix
The perfect music to listen to on a quiet night in.
Is it weird that I miss being lonely? Only the nicer bits of it obviously. Most of being lonely sucks, but let me explain. Having space for my mind to roam. It feels like having a good stretch when I get time to be alone now.
Music sounds different when you’re by yourself. You do things differently; you think differently. When you’re almost always with other people, you forget certain parts of yourself that can only come out when you’re alone. There’s nothing to provide distraction - it’s all up to you to find something. Maybe that’s why it makes me feel more creative.
Noel McKenna, Dog at Dinner Table, 2015
Been staring at this for 5 mins trying to figure out if those are sausages. For some reason, this reminds me of Salad Fingers
Hey I drew this Motor Crush variant cover! On sale today.
-Jake
Anyone else get cockblocked by the Breakfast Club? 😅
Man of the moment Keanu Reeves has shown his generosity by giving away £50 million of his earnings from the Matrix sequels. The 38-year-old decided to hand over the money to the unsung heroes of the sci-fi blockbusters - the costume and special effects teams.
*fistbump*
Confirmed. He’s also dumped millions into cancer research. I really do love Keanu Reeves a lot.
Keanu Reeves is like the nicest person. He still lives in an apartment/flat and he gives most of his money away to charities and people who need it. He even invites some paparazzi people to sit down and eat with him when he’s at a coffee shop or restaurant. He’s such a nice person.
When I was working on the UWS, one of my delivery guys accidentally backed his scooter into a parked car in front of the restaurant. I went out to help, since the driver didn’t speak much English, and it turned out the car belonged to Keanu Reeves. He helped us pick the scooter up, and when I asked if we could exchange insurance information (because the front of the car was pretty banged up), he kept telling us not to worry about it and put his hand on the driver’s shoulder and said “I just want to make sure you’re okay, man. Are you okay?” And he was so sincere about it and so kind that I decided in that moment I would always defend Keanu Reeves at all costs. He is an excellent man.
I need to be more like Keanu Reeves because I’m evil compared to him.
“Next few centuries”
Keanu dropping hints that he is an immortal.
i love keanu reeves
My wife and I were dining at Nobu’s in Honolulu and sitting across from us was Keanu or at least I thought it was. We kept talking about whether it was him or not and finally, I decided to throw some old school Bill & Ted at him.
I stood up and threw my arms up into the motion of an air guitar, my wife is begging me to sit back down, and I pointed at the guy who may be Keanu Reeves, and said, “Most Excellent.”
He stood up and did it back at me. Then we both had a moment and pointed at each other. I sent him another of whatever it was he was drinking. It was a cucumber sake martini. That was the end of it.
Or so I thought.
He left before we finished our meal. By the time we were done, dessert came that we didn’t order. We thought, “oh, must be compliments of the chef.” Then the bill never came. When we asked for it, our waitress said Keanu Reeves took care of it.
IT WAS REALLY HIM. And he left a note. It said, “thanks for the refresh. Keanu.”
When I finally saw him again years later, because of work. I brought it up. Then he air guitar and said, “most excellent. I remember. At Nobu’s. Thanks for the drink.” We chatted a bit and I got an autograph for my mum because she’s a huge Keanu fan. Then that was that.
What a moment.
An angel
Metabolist, Ginza (銀座)
what the hell is going on in this country?!
Well damn
Shit has been bad for a while
Right so this lady was smart, if you’re ever in a sedan-style trunk there’s a little pull tab that you can use to get yourself out that is STANDARD in cars built after 2001. It’s the law just like headlights and seatbelts.
if you are in an SUV style vehicle or newer model car you may be able to find the automatic trunk release wire, pull on it, it will pop the trunk
if you can’t find any of that stuff,look for the brake light housing. You will need to pull back the trunk carpeting and feel about. It’s probably bolted in, but some careful wiggling will dislodge it. If people see a goddamn arm waving out of a hole in a car while they poke along I-95 they likely will do something about it
Party is Over. Leonardo Santamaria. Varnished print mounted on Tyvek. 56″x48″
Despite the fact that the main character is still in the process of putting on her lingerie (she’s only got one stocking), this is a surprisingly wholesome little story by Milo Manara. The color is really the attraction on this page - especially the ship on the middle tier. And the little halo around the two characters in the last panel is great, too.
(Heavy Metal issue #159, November 1995 - Page 84 Marie Claire by Manara)
I’m finally starting to feel like an adult and it’s not pretty.
When you realise that one day, you can cry and complain and coast along all you want and truly, nobody can do squat about it. Except perhaps yourself but don’t be ridiculous
(and nobody really cares enough to anyway because they’ve got their own shit to worry about)
When you realise for the tenth and thus far the most poignant time that you are the very same variety of insufferable arsehole that you’ve always hated, but even though you’re completely aware of it you feel helpless to do anything about it
When you realise that yes, you really do know fuck all and you feel infinitely more stupid than you did when you were 10 years old and already knew that everything is made out of atoms and how sex works
When eating whatever you want, whenever you want isn’t that enjoyable anymore
Because even though you got bored of eating rice and chicken all the damn time, it was always there.
Chicago by Romney Wordsworth
Dream diary - 6th Feb 2017. Not being able to wake up is terrifying
Had a dream which started off pretty conventionally by dream standards. Something about a new school specially for children who have previously suffered abuse. The school was meant to be a very safe space with all the teachers specially vetted and individual attention given to each child to make sure they’re doing alright. I think I worked there during this phase of the dream.
Not sure what happened next, but I became aware that I was dreaming, but started panicking when I realised I couldn’t wake up. Normally, when I’m lucid in a dream, I am near waking up anyway, but this time I kept thinking to myself “WAKE UP JO” and it wouldn’t happen. I thought - I need a way to contact Luke so that he can help me wake up. I took out my phone and I tried calling him, to see what would happen. Someone called “Jon” picked up and was very confused, but said he’d pass it to Luke.
Luke was trying to understand what was going on and said he’d come and find me. I saw him in a busy town plaza, but still talking to me on the phone. We were worried that if we put the phones down, the connection would be lost. I kept trying to desperately will myself awake up to no avail and I was saying to Luke that he needs to just shake me awake or something. The more I panicked, the more the dream-world distorted and I started to envision monsters in the distortions. This made me panic more, because I know from experience how hard dreams can be to control.
I woke up to the sudden sound of my alarm. Luke was just waking up too, so I realised that the entire time, I was talking to a dream projection of him. That freaked me out, because it confirmed my suspicion that there was no way for me to communicate with the outside world in that state. It made me imagine being trapped like that in a coma, not for minutes, but for years.