“I love America
Her secret’s safe with me
I know her wicked ways
The parts you never see
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I love America
But boy can she be cruel
I know how tall she is
Without her platform shoes”
—David Byrne, Miss America
“It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had come up with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculiar habit of continually stating and restating the very very obvious, as in ‘It’s a nice day,’ or ‘You’re very tall,’ or ‘So this is it, we’re going to die.’
His first theory was that if human beings didn’t keep exercising their lips, their mouths probably shriveled up.
After a few months of observation he had come up with a second theory, which was this – ‘If human beings don’t keep exercising their lips, their brains start working.’”
—Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Today this Munchlax is my mood.
I can’t really explain it but it fits. He’s motivated just enough and knows exactly where he’s going.
He got enough sleep last night and feels alright. He knows his friends love him. If I had a Munchlax onesie right now I’d wear it.
I’ve been standing in line at this flu/booster shot clinic less than five minutes.
Someone comes up to apologize for the wait and the person behind us quips that they’re capable of giving shots because they have to inject themselves every day.
Listening to Loser by Beck.
I swear he just filled out a Mad Lib to write this song.
Someone walked out and wished us all good luck.
“Good luck everybody!”
I don’t even understand that comment. Why? Because we have to wait? Because we’re getting the vaccine?
People who talk JUST to talk.
Like, it’s impossible for them to pass a person or people and NOT say something.
These people are also the same people who bitch about the Seattle freeze.
Whenever anyone bitches about the Seattle freeze. this is all I can hear:
EVERYONE OWES ME THEIR TIME AND ATTENTION AND EYE CONTACT AND SHOULD ALWAYS SMILE AT ME EVERYWHERE I GO AND BE WILLING TO LET ME TALK THEIR EAR OFF ABOUT ALL MANNER OF STUPID POINTLESS SHIT BECAUSE I HAVE NO RESPECT FOR BOUNDARIES OR PERSONAL SPACE! ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!!!
These people are not my people.
Idea for an escape room for men:
Leave the room without talking.
That’s it.
No Noise November. Everyone shut up.
This is the best idea ever.
“Nothing says freedom like being locked inside your home so another right wing mass murderer can cosplay Rambo.”
—my good friend Justin Robinson
Fall in America.
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Additional context via Travis Woodall. Copyright © 2023 Emily Duchaine.
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