Here's a fun story of malicious compliance to brighten your day:

Until recently, a few people in my office had these desk shades to combat the obnoxious fluorescent lights, which is very helpful for people (like me) with migraines or other light-sensitivity issues.

A few days ago, everyone who has them was told to take them down. Different people were given different reasons - It violates fire code (it doesn't) / It blocks line of sight (sort of?). Since this goes against the existing status quo, the union reps (my beloved) jumped on it. Someone jokingly suggested using umbrella hats instead, since hats are allowed in the dress code. Today, the union reps are passing out these ridiculous things in protest:

If the rules are absurd, the resistance should match.

anyone remember what these things are called like little cartoony expressive doohickies i think they have a real name but i can’t remember

im not fucking crazy.

if i have one more person say sparkles on this post im gonna blow i swear to god

They're squeans I'm pretty sure! If they pop like that anyway. But the term for this kind of "symbol to refer to the general vibe of something in art" is called "Emanata" because it emanates from a person or object.

what the fuck. comics are magic

These examples (and the term "emanata" as a whole!) come from cartoonist Mort Walker's Lexicon of Comicana. Published in 1980, the book features a comprehensive look at common conventions of comics-making. Including:

among other things.

From the introduction:

You can browse through the whole book HERE thanks to the Internet Archive.

If you're interested in a contemporary and slightly more serious take, check out @reimenaashelyee's fantastic Comics Devices Library:

I'm such a nerd for these resources and love seeing people putting them to good use. Long live emanata!

the long awaited sequel

Reblogging this again because I found info!

This is 2/3 of a band called Too Many Zooz (they’re lacking their trumpeter here), the song is called ‘Flightning,’ and the genre is “brass house.” They have a handful of songs on Spotify and just successfully Kickstarted their first full-length album.

Edit: Bandcamp, Soundcloud

Before dental surgery to remove my wisdom teeth wrecked my jaw I used to play Alto saxophone. I can say unequivocally what the saxophonist is just doing is superhuman. To dance like he’s dancing on top of making sounds that are incredibly hard to make at the best of time and take so much embouchure and diaphragmatic and breath control. Madness in the best possible way

Original post was made unrebloggable so I'm reposting the link. Click through for the whole thread.

look all i'm saying is if you've ever seen someone be healed with magic, congratulations! you've witnessed a practitioner of necromancy. it's the exact same thing. all you're doing at a fundamental level is using magic to accelerate existing biological processes and animate tissue, the only difference is when you do it to dead tissue instead of living tissue, suddenly it's evil scary ~dark magic~ instead of good wholesome healing. it's purely cultural bias.

so no i don't think it's fair to say i "lied on my application" since i'm just as qualified as anyone to heal your party, but hey if you want to be a fucking narc and report me to the wizard council go right ahead. good luck finding an accredited healer at the wages you're offering by the way

💜🚨💜 BWOOP BWOOP ATTENTION @CLEOLINDA THERE IS A BABY PALLAS CAT 💜🚨💜

LOOK AT HIMMMMMM

i think far too many people have only seen this video as that one sped up gif version of it and that is a crime that needs to be fixed because this video actually changed my life

Hi, My Name’s Clementine, I’m 6 Months Old, And I Hate The Smell Of Mint

#cats will walk up to a thing take a whiff and immediately announce their opinion™

✨ audacity ✨

"useless gay" jokes are OUT this energy is IN

(people also need to remember that “useless gay” came from a post about a lesbian being easily distracted from a conversation by a pretty girl nearby)

(it didn’t originally mean “gays can’t do anything.” it meant “attractive people in one’s proximity can render one temporarily unfit for human interaction.” I don’t know how it got so taken out of context)

The first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone. The tall, thin, hooded figure let me bask in that for a moment.

IT IS TIME

"Oh," I said, looking down at the frail vessel I had inhabited all my life. "Right."

COME

"Do you remember," I asked as we walked, "everyone you come for?"

YES

"Fondly?"

I DO NOT JUDGE. AS A RULE, I SPEND LITTLE TIME WITH PEOPLE AS THEY LIVE

"No, but you spend some time with them after, like now."

Death halted.

THERE WAS ONE, TEN YEARS AGO. HE TAUGHT ME A LOT ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN

"To be where the rising ape meets the falling angel?"

AH. I HEAR YOU HAVE MET HIM TOO