johnny5ive

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"But what I can’t stand are hollow people... Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me."

Dave Letterman grinning with prominent tooth gap

Baby kestrel in my yard

Stats screen from Nuclear Throne showing that it took me a whopping 1042 times before I finally beat the throne

The villain from the LEGO movie brandishing the Kragle

Me, a scruffy blondish white guy with a beard dressed as Ms. Rachel holding a "fuck ice" sign

Lute - Gold Mouf

Cardboard sign saying "MAGA are pissbaby losers"

Me, scraggly long haired white guy, with cardboard sign saying "Kristi Noem is a lying bitch" on the corner in the rain

Tornado potato!!

...that it was maximally insulated, the container with the mechanical arm, the slime went through the metal and plastic like water through a sieve, escaped, and turned everything it touched into the same slime. The tally: thirty-five dead, more than a hundred injured, and the entire laboratory is completely unusable. Have you ever been there? It's a gorgeous building! And now slime has seeped into the basement and lower floors. That's a prelude to contact for you."

Valentine made a face. "Yes, I know all that," he said. "But you have to admit, Richard, that the aliens had nothing to do with this. How could they have known about the existence of military-industrial complexes?"

"Well, they should have known!" said Noonan didactically.

"And here's what they'd say in reply: You should have long since gotten rid of military-industrial complexes."

"That's fair," agreed Noonan. "Maybe that's what they should have worked on, if they are so powerful."

The Illuminatus! trilogy

Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep

The Ggreggonae were a raucous sort, who believed that the only way to stop the cycle of rebirth and death within the tomb was to become so loathsome to the Queen that she would excise their souls from reality. Thus they spent their eternal lives vandalizing rooms, breaking objects, singing heretical songs, and wrestling each other. I asked one of their more reasonable numbers if he believed the Queen found wrestling particularly egregious, and his answer was to laugh and put me in a headlock. I avoided the Ggreggonae after that.

I smile until my heart becomes a flower. I reach into my chest and pluck it out, a bright red hibiscus the color of blood.

She takes it and kisses my forehead.

Ordinary men don't kill Goddesses. Ordinary men serve extraordinary men. Extraordinary men get their visions from the Gods. And Gods kill Goddesses.

- Clive Barker's "Imajica"

Ben Chang from the Community episode Changlorious Bastards with his juvenile security squad bringing to mind images of Musk and his tiny traitors

Test game in progress with prisoner and guard meeples on a tile based prison

Quote from James Joyce's "Ulysses":

Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's
bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart.
But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a
squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from
her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother's
prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. She was no
more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of
rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled
underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul gone to heaven:
and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the
earth, listened, scraped and scraped.

Luigi Mangioni, shirtless and manly

Moe, Homer, Lenny, and Barney all have their heads down on Moe's bar in despair while Carl looks at the camera and says, "See, this is why I don't talk much."

Screen cap from The Tick 90s cartoon when he was on a spiritual journey in his mind and was allowed to ask himself one and only one question

Screenshot of the bluesky compose skeet screen asking to confirm if I do in fact want to delete the nonsensical musing:

"After a certain point these aren't even people, they're concepts. Good or bad, Elon or Kendrick. They're ideas and should be interacted with and responded to accordingly"

The cartoon mouse Pinky from Pinky and the Brain (or Animaniacs) standing triumphantly arms outstretched and fists clenched ready to conquer the world with his Kelsey Grammer sized head (big. real big.). Pinky stands behind him with his tiny brain but he's not important. I'm sure there's some sort of statement here about tiny impotent creatures with inflated self importance who ever only temporarily escape their cages or something but I've got lots of important papers to open in a new tab and never actually read.

Shirtless bearded white guy laying in bed with some kind of medical device strapped to his chest (which thankfully hides the nips) glowing with green lights and connected to nostril prongs and other areas with clear tubing. Expression on dude's face is annoyed disbelief.

Freshly delivered unopened copies of the kickstarted board game Thunder Road: Vendetta - Maximum Chrome edition. Shared enticingly as a not so humble brag of someone who a) has or at least had money and b) desperately needs more friends that want to play games that aren't freaking Clank! all the time...

Cover art to the album Wu-Tang Forever by Wu-Tang Clan