obsessed with the way that zopilote machine has no track listing. anywhere. the back of the cd case just says “kid you fell in the milk”. the booklet is mostly latin
@catilinas HOLD ON. THATS what that means??? Wait wait please explain
the orphic gold tablets are these 4th century bcs tiny sheets of gold leaf found in burials, inscribed in greek with Mysterious Instructions for navigating the underworld?? becoming immortal?? reincarnation?? unfortunately the texts themselves are all scholars have to go on and they are super cryptic. no-one really knows what’s going on with them. but several of them mention the ‘kid falling into milk’ image. i was thinking of this one (translation by sarah iles johnston):
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if you want to know more i recommend the book 'ritual texts for the afterlife: orpheus and the bacchic gold tablets’ by fritz graf and sarah iles johnston :-)
@dahniwitchoflight coming at us with some BANGER theories in the comments
man sometimes i really want to get back into welding but then i remember that the guys from the first course i took won’t be there and change my mind
comprehensive list of things that happened to me in my welding course with The Guys:
- was the only one to get an A the first grading period. had to stop them from putting me on their shoulders
- became the official classroom mascot on account of i was the only girl. this meant i was an integral stop on any and all workshop tours. was referred to as “Our Lady Helena” on these occasions
- almost set myself on fire once bc my prof stood behind me watching me try a skill he’d just demonstrated and he shouted very suddenly very loudly. restarted my heart and asked WTF WAS THAT FOR JOHN and he called me a “goddamn wonder”. i almost got third degree burned over a compliment
- mentioned offhand ONE TIME that swords were cool. also mentioned my birthday offhand ONE TIME. one of The Guys remembered both instances and also happened to find a sword in a dumpster so he gave it to me for my birthday
- came in fifth in an arm wrestling competition
- french braided my hair in class bc i didn’t have time to do it beforehand. ended up with an audience of like 5+ guys trying to figure out how tf i was doing it
- told The Guys my college friends call me barbie. Mistake. suddenly had all 12 of them calling me Barbarian
- had some down time and made a silly little sculpture with some scraps. The Guys were endlessly intrigued by this and demanded to see some of my art school stuff. had a small crowd around my phone cheering loudly every time i swiped to a new picture
- accidentally mentioned the cafe i worked at. Mistake. several days later all 12 of them came in to bother me
- offered someone a haircut. Mistake. had to retract the offer bc suddenly Everyone wanted a haircut and it would Not Be Fair if i only did one
Ok so I was curious about that fucking deathtrap and I noticed a couple… oddities.
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Alright so this thing is pretty stupid; I’m not at all familiar with submersible vessels, But it activated a sleeper gene in my skull from my time being obsessed with a certain video game.
So I decided to check the promotional page for the contraption.
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(I’m going to put aside the second image, where they state the previous shit they hammered out had a 500 meter depth limit tops (i.e. that they, at best, made something that could get to 500 meters then decided that meant they could handle making something that could handle 8 times that). Thinking about the fact they brag about this so brazenly hurts my head. Back to the topic at hand.)
Ok so google shows “cyclops class” is not. a thing that exists. But it sure is funny they keep saying that word. Again maybe it’s just my stupid video game brain but that doesn’t seem to be used in this context anywhere else. Then I saw the renders.
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Ok the newer one on the left really loves that “single eye” thing and looks silly enough, but the older one is…. ok. I give up. That’s Subnautica. That’s Subnautica For Real.
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They built their goddamn suicide death trap based on a submarine in a videoed game.
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No Fucking way. There’s no fucking way. There’s no fucking chance that–