like icarus before me, I have flown too close to the sun and now I have to eat a box of these for my hubris
they’re here. let’s do this.
Reaction time!
Okay, reaction time!
I was blown away by how much I liked this at first. The bun tastes like those cookies that are supposed to be those tins that grandmas put sewing supplies in, and the hot dog bits are subtle but add some nice saltiness
But then I hit the mustard gelato
Mustard and dessert should never mix and this half of the sandwich is God’s warning to mankind. I feel like I’ve been ambushed and smacked with the broadside of a chemical tank
Well at least the benefit of getting smacked with the broadside of a chemical tank is that you have rad mustard-based superpowers now.
My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”
Characters with enough intellect and common sense to clearly and easily grasp that something is a Bad Idea, but with enough chaotic dumbass energy to decide they gotta just go ahead with it anyway are on point.
Dante’s Inferno is the best piece of classical poetry because it’s the most petty thing you will ever read. Half of Hell is mythological or historical figures and the other half is Dante’s enemies. So the whole thing is like “I am Medea, who slew her own child to spite her husband.” “And I am Francisco di Vincezzino Fabriccia, who gets very talented and handsome poets kicked out of Florence, but I’m very sorry for it now because I’m burning in Hell and I suck.”
I feel I should add that because it was the Middle Ages and literacy was next to non-existent, poets made their money by reciting their poems in public. And The Divine Comedy is written in the first person. So the way this was originally presented was Dante himself standing on a stage and saying “so then me and my best friend Virgil went to the circle of whiny bitches and we saw Giovanni Petucci getting eaten by a giant dog, because he’s a bitch, and he was all “ah help me Dante I’m so sorry I thought the Holy Roman Emperor was better than the Pope, you were right about everything”, and then Virgil –again whom I’m extremely close with– said it was too late for him.”
today i was talking to my therapist about being upset that my dad wanted a daughter and she told me ‘your father is crying by a grave of his own making that has no corpse in it. you do not need to fill it for him and are not required to weep beside him’ and I had to take a sip of water bc my mind stopped working for a moment
