Quote by Mark Dery on blobjects and the y2k-era (2002)
Scanned from the book, Blobjects & Beyond (2005)
forgot to leave a note for my doordasher to bring a blunt weapon to get past the catacomb skeletons so congrats to whichever necromancer is about to get my banh mi i guess
pants around my ankles. puke everywhere---in my hair, all over the front of my shirt, in the hair on my legs, on my underwear. drying on my glasses. get the vacuum out. stumbling, pissing myself, one shoe missing. fucking faded off that madam
hold on let me try to invent a version of myself who can get us out of this mess [holds really still for a minute and a half and then turns to you with a flat affect] we probably should have killed ourselves an hour ago
does anyone remember the nostalgia critic
do I have to or can someone else remember for me
