ennui (one of the trendy magazines that never never capitalized the first letter of its name) was the preferred monthly journal of those who preferred to …well you know.  Not interested in this or that, they seldom looked forward to their ennui each month, but a subscription just seemed to drag on forever and a day. Lacking any focus in life, getting the subscription stopped was just more than they could focus on, so that wasn’t an option, either.  Still published today, each copy of ennui is universally greeted by its subscriber with a “meh” and then tossed onto the coffee table where it gathers dust until someone gets around to just throwing it away.

Dark Matter, Antimatter and Doesn’t Matter

(Source: quantumaniac)

Go and get a job. Go and find a flat. Find somebody else. Put them in the flat. Make them stay. Get a toaster. Go to work. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Say, “fuck”. Sit down. Pick up the thing. Go blank. Scream internally. Go home. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person. Think, “WHY? Why did this happen?”. Go to bed. Lie awake! At night! Get up. Feel groggy. Put the things on - your clothes - whatever they’re called. Go out the door, into work - same thing! Same people, again, it’s real, it is happening, to you. Go home again! Sit, Radio, Dinner - mmm, GARDENING, GARDENING, GARDENING, death!
— Dylan Moran (via i-live-alone-in-a-tree)

Our New Electrical Morals, “Greet Me With Cries of Hate”

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(Source: squarizona)

‘The Galaxy Song’ from Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life

    The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
    In all of the directions it can whizz
    As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
    Twelve million miles a minute, and that’s the fastest speed there is.
    So remember, when you’re feeling very small and insecure,
    How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
    And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space,
    ‘Cause there’s bugger all down here on Earth.

(Source: wingwalker)

[Image Description: 3 photos of comedian Louis C.K. driving a car with two children in the back seat. Each photo has a caption. The first reads: “I’m bored is a useless thing to say. You live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of.” The second reads: “And even the inside of your own mind is endless. It goes on forever inwardly. Do you understand?” And the third reads: “Being the fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to be bored.” End description.]

Thanks to floormasterofanxiety for the image description.

Curious George read as Werner Herzog.

A dark and existentialist update of a children’s classic.

“And vat does ze fat man get for his troubles?
Nothing but a broken jaw and to be laughed at by mousies.”