Learning that Brad Dourif is the voice of Chucky the killer doll did something to my brain and now I keep sneaking up behind people and saying “My lord, Gandalf the Grey is here. He’s a herald of woe” in a bad Jersey accent
“I fuckin TOLD ya to take the wizahd’s staff!”
BRAD DOURIF WAS WORMTONGUE?
Yup, that is none other than Brad “Gendahflooid” Dourif
He apparently really got Christopher Lee when he dropped the english accent for the first time. Chris told him to stop doing a terrible American impression.
So I found this, I don’t know what to do with it, but it will certainly go in the FOX post. FOX News says Biden let the hurricane hilary into the country
im actually SOBBING this is so funny
joe biden is a storm god
somebody do a shitty jpeg edit of joe biden as a storm god ill love you forever
You’ve probably seen that post floating around Tumblr a while ago:
my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient
china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole
pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight
winds cannot move me” blahblahblah and he was really proud of it so he
sent it to his friend who lived across the lake and then his friend
sends it back and just writes “FART” (or the ancient Chinese equivalent)
on it and he was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend
out and when he gets there his friend says “wow. the eight winds cannot
move you, but one fart sends you across the lake”
So I got curious, and I did some research, and apparently, the poet was Su Dongpo, also known as Su Shi
(8 January 1037 – 24 August 1101), and he wasn’t just a poet - he was a writer, poet, painter, calligrapher, pharmacologist, gastronome, and a statesman of the Song dynasty.
That particular event happened while he was
assigned to an official post at Guazhuo, and the “friend who lived across the lake” was actually Chan master Foyin,
who was the master of a temple on the mountain on the opposite shore.
A translation of the poem Su Dongpo sent to master Foyin:
“Bowing with my highest respect
To the deva of devas
Whose fine light illuminates the whole universe,
The eight winds cannot move me,
For I am sitting upright on the golden purple lotus blossom.”
Foyin wrote
“Pi” on the poem (”fart”, but also “nonsense”), and sent it back, and the rest is history.
He (Su) also wrote this absolute banger of a poem, which I often think back on in these benighted times:
[Image ID: this contains the text of the poem “On the Birth of a Son” by Su Dongpo, also transliterated as Su Tung-Po. The translator is Arthur Waley. The text reads: “Families when a child is born / Hope it will turn out intelligent. / I, through intelligence / Having wrecked my whole life, / Only hope that the baby will prove / Ignorant and stupid. / Then he’ll be happy all his days / And grow into a cabinet minister.”]
in this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief . why would you withhold that. do you remember what a little relief feels like? it feels like a lot
excuse me? are you suggesting i frolic directly into someone’s emotional space and assume what brings them relief, potentially causing more stress? are you encouraging people to reach past their own boundaries to help, increasing net suffering if it costs more than the other gains? surely not; that would be advocating for emotional self-harm.
this is a post about the woman who waived my late fee at the bank .
good for you, good for her, the wording on the initial post feels closer to blaming people who don’t reach out than celebrating those who do by a large enough margin that i feel the need to hit back
you are a tar pit
I know I’ve reblogged this already today but I like. this point
a couple weeks ago, someone called and left a message on my team’s phone at work. this was a phone number that he should not have been able to find and which isn’t actually manned. we are an IT team and have the number to keep our team zoom account. so no one picks it up, but every time someone leaves a message, everyone on the team gets an email with the transposed text.
this man left a 7 minute long message with my tech team about how he wanted a job in our sales department.
in it, he called himself a savage no less than 12 times. he spent most of the 7 minutes talking about how well he closes deals and sells. he left this message over the weekend. in it, he said the words “i’m a beast, i’m a killer” multiple times, which i now can’t seem to get out of my vocabulary. i say it literally every day and i can’t explain it because it’s like a personal meme.
my team actually found this message so fucking funny that we immediately found the sales team recruiter and got him over there. we all dearly hope that he gets hired so we can meet him. he’s like a celebrity to us. he’s a beast. a killer even.
