I'm Azoo! 22/Male. Artist, poopy musician, game designer (?), idk what else. Check out "About Azoo" for more info, otherwise enjoy me reblogging a bunch of nonsense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"What is this invoice? You said you charge $75 an hour. This animation is only 20 seconds long! That’s 42 cents, and that’s if we’re generous and round it up! This is what we agreed to!"
Client response to
an invoice for 60 hours work on an animation project. (via clientsfromhell)
It was a period of great boredom. The Wander Over Yonder Crew, having one of several extended lunches, discussed ideal cross-overs for their beloved orange hairy spoon.
During the lunch, two Staffers conceived of a crossover with Disney’s ultimate weapon, STAR WARS, a property so massive that they’d never let us near it.
In a completely unofficial, fan art capacity, those two staffers created a comic about a strange encounter somewhere in the galaxy…
Again, very very unofficial. Entirely not for profit. Please don’t sue us.
Crew Fantasy Fan Fic #1 realized! Maybe someday we’ll tell you how Wander meets The Electric Mayhem.
the funny thing about dril posts is that they actually do have a structure to them– they hit a kind of conceptual caesura halfway through, a point where there’s no inevitable logical connection between what’s been said and what’s still to come. here, the first sentence didn’t need to result in the second, yet it’s not “lol random” either; the speaker is angry about his boss’ draconian ferret-kissing policy, and reacts in kind, and even the reference to a “screen saver” reminds us that we’re in an office. it’s a narrative progression that, despite having an internal logic, alienates its punchline from its setup. who the hell is this person?
one thing i love about @dril posts is how they all seem to take place in a universe that is somewhat like our own, but with the habitus of white middle america taken to a bizarre, absurd, but strangely logical conclusion. take this one, for instance:
so we have our setting: a security guard protecting the american flag in the betsy ross museum, something almost archetypically american and middle class. but once again the first part, or setup, for the punchline, “fucking the flag,” careens the joke into an alien punchline that still, given the setting, makes sense. @dril’s security guard character imitates a sort-of cop-talk, the banter of a security guard, “buddy, they wont even let me fuck it”. you can imagine a similar response from a guard at any museum, but we’re talking about Fucking the American Flag, here.
i really love @dril.
it’s astonishing that a human being thinks of those posts. some person, someone out there whose existence we have to infer, because all we know is that those posts occur and they must be coming from somewhere. “the @dril tweeter” resonates as “the beowulf poet” does, except beowulf (which i’ve only read in translation, so i’m not an authority) has never made any use of the english language as baffling and sublime and somehow primally interlaced with the stuff of human consciousness as “IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL.”
This is my favorite post, I am so glad I found it again.
