The Tumblr of Anonymous Reviewer T

I had a tattoo client ask if I ever used AI to design tattoos for me. Man I spent the better part of a decade doing shitty bit work as a graphic designer and now that I have the space to do whatever I want, I'm gonna let the computer generate random garbage for me? What next should I have a computer that eats my dinner and fucks my wife?

I feel like people get so hung up on the results of a thing that they don't appreciate that the process of making it is, actually, enjoyable.

It's like if you have a friend who likes to bake, asking if they'd like to just buy cupcakes from the store instead of making them. The end result of the cupcake is secondary to the joy you get from having made cupcakes.

Art isn't a slog or a chore or something I want to avoid. Art is fun. It's rewarding. It feels good to do it. You may as well be asking me if I want the AI to watch television for me, it doesn't make any sense, I'm not participating and would gain nothing from it.

Amateurs. Mind you, its actually a bit over 2000, this is just my main window.

Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell

imagine if a fuckin……. giant alien just showed up and stuck a huge hand in front of your face and then proceeded to offer you three different houses and wouldn’t stop until you moved out of your old shitty apartment and then helped you fuckin move

and then just left

I first saw this on twitter and COULD NOT get over these comments:

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- Erica Jong

There’s nothing funnier than American Trad Caths revealing that they’re just Presbyterians that think Baroque looks cool

Oh my fucking god all this is too fucking funny. Lucking forward to having an anti-pope in Houston, Texas. Instead of the pointy hat maybe he can wear a white cowboy hat.

I need people to stop being so funny because I can’t keep re blogging this shit

Clue (1985) dir. Jonathan Lynn

Same, honestly.

THE WIND UP

IT DROPS DOWN, LINES IT UP, AND HAULS BACK AND *tiny smork noise*

this is literally a live action looney toon lol

Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today

fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

That’s cheating

s/o to this skeleton babe from 1936

This is a really poignant illustration of the seductive nature of glorifying war but that is a LOOK and she is SERVING it

I've seen Death depicted as a card dealer or other sort of gambler, a guy in a suit, a farmer, a robed apparition, and any other number of things, but this? This has to be the best Death I've seen yet. An old seductress saying "hey kid, don't you wanna die in a trench for a government that doesn't give a fuck about you, just like your dear old dad?" This goes hard as fuck.

"I used to know your daddy." kicks like a mule.

OBSESSED with the fact that buttons got so popular in England during the 13th century that they had to pass laws limiting how many buttons you were allowed to put on a garment. They really had to bring in the government to shut down the button mania. Buttons are the sexiest clothing fastener.

yesss! and I remember reading in fashion history class that some women sewed Too Many buttons on their garments but argued their way out of the fines because the extra buttons had no matching buttonholes so OBVIOUSLY they weren't actually functional buttons but beads!

I found the source again! The first-hand account is actually set in Florence in the 1300s (a little later than the 13th century and not England) but there too women would flagantly flaunt the sumptuary laws regarding, among other things, buttons and how many were suitable. Italy too said NAY BUTTONS ART TOO SEXY FOR THE MASSES.

Here is a snippet from Il Trecentonovelle by Franco Sacchetti translated into English:

Then he goeth farther and meeteth a woman wearing many buttons in front of her dress; he saith to her, 'Ye cannot wear those buttons,' and she answereth, ‘Yes, Messere, I can, for these are not buttons, they are beads, and if ye do not believe me, look at them; they have no hanks, neither have they any button-holes.'

Sources: 1, 2

One time my rabbi told us, “imagine you had a box with a little bit of god in it. What would you do with the box?”

So we were like ?? “We’d protect it and keep it nice and clean and polished” and he was like “your body’s that box. Stop eating markers”

Every time I come across this post the last sentence smacks me in the face