#DRAIN BRAMAGE

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FROM THE DSI [DARK SELF IMAGE], DISCHORD RECORDS -- DC PUNK ARCHIVES...

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on Virginia-based punk rock bands UNITED MUTATION (Michael Brown on vocals) and DRAIN BRAMAGE (Dave Grohl's punk band before he left to join SCREAM), performing live somewhere in Washington DC, c. 1985-'86. Originally posted by @sceneinbetween in 2019.

Source: www.picuki.com/media/2052676486768164561.

[loki-the-mad]

I’ve just realized that I can post this here, so here, have the list of quotes my history teach has said in the past two months

1. You don’t have to know them, you just have to know Christianity can’t agree on what Christianity is. (About christian denominations)

2. They’re all trying to kill each other *dramatic sigh* (About Christian denominations fighting each other in Germany)

3. I don’t know if you know anything about mercury. It’s serious dain bramage. (About Spanish forcing natives to mine for silver using mercury)

4. Me: a revolt paints the revolutionaries as bad guys and a rebellion paints the revolutionaries as good guys?

Him: Ooh I like that. You’re wrong, but I like the way you’re looking at that. You’re using context

5. Iran was fighting Iraq. Oh sorry, you’re from South Carolina. *thick southern accent* Eye-ran was fighting eye-rack. (Talking about how America would rather arm other forces than join the fight itself)

6. Him: What’s the difference between peasants and peons and serfs and indentured servants and slaves?

Me: Nothing!

Him: Great, moving on!

7. Trump drained the swamp! But he didn’t drain the marshland! (About how all the first english colonies were at estuaries and they sucked)

8. These are the wetlands. I like that, it sounds like they have a bladder problem.

9. Him: What’d you do in the congaree swamp?

My classmate: I stole a pig!

10. Better to die here with freedom on your lips than in England with *voice goes quiet* …freedom? (Talking about how everyone sent to America was basically sent to die)

11. Alright toodles *hangs up phone*

12. Where’s my keys? Oh yeah, I had to freshen up the ROACH (After having to unlock his cabinet to get the Lysol to try to spray a roach in the corner of the room)

13. You all sound like a chorus. They died. (After the whole class said ‘they died’ at the same time)

14. In the great. Swamp. Fight.

15. What’s the source of all knowledge? That’s right, the bibble. (Explaining why the period for indentured servitude was 7 years)

16. It’s B.S! Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Bullshit. (About the government)

17. Why the hell would they be called the 49ers? Sorry, why the heck. I hate when I cuss in class. Shit. (Talking about the gold rush of 1849)

18. What happens when you add fire to a fire? Sorry, that was stupid. (Talking about the myth of the Yankees lighting everything on fire as they went)

19. They didn’t love her, they just wanted to make more farmers. She was a ~vessel~ (Talking about bartered brides running to Philadelphia)

20. Cause everyone was just making……..stuff up. *Quieter* Cause you can’t say shit in class.

21. Can you tell I’ve had three hours of sleep?

22. Who put men in charge? Hm, let me think. I know! Men. (Talking about Enlightenment and the pushback against the patriarchy)

23. That was their motivation! Freedom! (Giggles)(Covers his mouth with paper) Sorry. (Talking about people taking land from the natives/the revolutionary war)

24. You can’t start a country with 40,000 people, people. You gotta have more people, people. (Talking about how underpopulated America was until the 1750s)

25. The scots—Oh. The scots! (Remembering the scots were, in fact, in America)(And definitely didn’t want to be)

26. Him: Native Americans, this is your land. British colonists, this is your land. Stay out of each other’s way!

Me: That’ll work

Him: Shhhhhhh

(Talking about the Proclamation Treaty)

27. Lowering the duty. Hehe. I get to say doodie in class (Talking about the various import taxes that ‘started’ the American Revolution)

28. TARIFFS! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Explaining economics, in a history class)

29. Most terrorists don’t go around saying “hello, I’m Fred, I’ll be your terrorists today.” Usually they do it by surprise, which isn’t very nice. (Talking about what classified the American revolutionaries as “terrorists”)

30. Is there anything you don’t know?!?!? (Throws a paper towel at me)

31. Me: walks into class

Him: *mock salutes* colonel

32. Tommy Paine! Tommy Paine was a teacher so, y’know, he had no job (About Thomas Paine writing Common Sense

33. So the guy who promised to give them fur? You ready for this? He deferred. (About Ben Franklin promising to give the French the fur trade back if they supported the Americans)

[avkamfher]

Just got to watch Charles run across the room and jump into a dinning chair that has arms. He got a really good sturdy smack on the head from it.

He has suffered some itty bitty pretty kitty drain bramage

[whimsicalmonstrosity]

and the drain bamage and the braim danage and the daim bramage and th-

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Larry Desgaines sat on a piece of cardboard atop a damp rock near the mouth of a large sewer drain in Queens on a recent Friday evening. “It’s a privilege to be here,” he said, without irony.

It was just before sunset, and he was among a concert audience of about 50 people who were also perched on rocks, facing the waters of New York City Combined Sewer Outfall #BB 029, where the buried Sunswick Creek flows into the East River.

In the water, which, improbably, did not stink of sewage, two men in a canoe sat very still. The boat’s bow pointed toward land. As the sun dipped behind Roosevelt Island, another man sitting by the entrance of the tunnel banged on a metal pipe with a stick. The resulting sound was that of a ringing bell.

The canoe’s frontman, wearing a Tyrolean hat, yodeled: “Willkommen!” He drew out the final syllable, and his voice amplified and echoed in the tunnel. As the song ended, the canoe disappeared into the sewer, leaving only echoes behind.

This was the final evening of Drain Bramage, an unlikely concert organized by the musician and composer Stefan Zeniuk, along with experience designers N.D. Austin and Danielle Isadora Butler.

Mr. Austin and Ms. Butler are co-founders of the Tideland Institute, which encourages New Yorkers to treat their home as a maritime city, reimagining how various waterways might be used.

“The water in New York has just kind of become a backdrop to the city,” Ms. Butler said. “When actually, it is the why, and the how, of how the city was made — and how the city still functions.”

Mr. Austin has been involved in various watery, ephemeral experiences around the city over the years: a speakeasy in a shipping container, an extremely socially distanced desk floating on a raft in the East River, a bar inside a water tower.

Like his previous events, the sewer concert had a secretive, treasure-hunt aspect to it.

At 7:30 p.m., attendees gathered at the far end of a big box store, by a sign that read “Attention Shoppers.”

Instructions arrived via text message:

Follow the fenceline along the water. The sidewalk turns away from the river when it reaches a thick row of shrubbery hedge trees at the far end of the parking lot. Discreetly keep following the fence, *behind* the trees. There’s a small hole thru the fence. Be respectful of the fishermen.

One by one, people trickled down to the rocky shores of the East River and the banks of the underground creek turned sewer overflow. The concert was timed to correspond with low tide, allowing for watercraft to float into and out of the tunnel.

After the yodel echoes faded, there was a pause. Then came the silvery sound of a trumpet and the low moan of a tuba. Slowly, a wide barge emerged from the sewer, holding four horn players — Mr. Zeniuk was on saxophone — who performed as Mr. Austin and an associate kept the boat steady.

The horn piece, titled “Low Tide,” was composed especially for the night by Mr. Zeniuk. Foghorn-esque notes swirled and reverberated wildly, drowning out the noise from the adjacent parking lot.

For the musicians, much of the event’s allure was in the incredible, immersive, ricocheting acoustics produced by the sewer tunnel.

“It’s nature and magic, it’s chemistry,” said instrumentalist and singer Yuli Be’eri. “It’s alchemy. It’s all of it combined together.”

Ms. Be’eri followed the horn piece by emerging from the drain on a barge, playing a piano (from which the legs had been removed) while singing a song that was “partly made up, partly Hebrew poetry, partly random sounds.”

That evening, the skies were clear, but the concert was performed for four nights — including one during which New York City was in the grips of wildfire smoke drifting down from Canada.

“Wednesday, we weren’t even really sure if we were going to have a show, because that was the day that the entire sky was blood red,” Mr. Zeniuk said. Battling elements in order to sit next to a sewer made for a “communal sort of sort of situation,” he said. “It was really beautiful.”

The little cove by the water was quite peaceful. Birds tittered. Passing ferries created occasional waves, gently crashing against the rocks. Trees rustled in the breeze, and when people walked, there was the warm sound of dry leaves crunching and tiny twigs snapping.

Twilight set in, the dark crept around, and the show ended with another yodel. “Auf Wiedersehen,” sang the Tyrolean hatted man, Sylvester Schneider, from his perch in the canoe.

Ms. Butler thanked everyone for supporting New York’s “alternative underground culture.”

“It’s still alive!” she said.

As if on cue, a couple of bats, squealing and flapping, appeared near the drain opening and flew into the sky.

“Nowadays with social media, everything looks cooler than it is,” Ms. Be’eri said afterward. “Here, it was the opposite.”

She added: “Doing that was cooler than any picture of it you can ever see.”

[absolutelyiris]

I'm actually cackling at this story about how during First Man filming, Eva made the Gos go to the hospital after he started passionately ranting about "donut charmers" at home

[pallass-cat]

Meeting a product engineering team from an International defense contractor to evaluate their SBIR phase II device functionality. This will secure them an additional 1.5M in funding to get to LRIP.

Gotta have my A game brain on today.

But what does my brain want to do instead? Play the first six bars of the Ponyo theme song over and over again.

[msbellesplace]

Mama Foo and her rock god son. From the Twitter account of From Cradle To Stage. https://twitter.com/cradletostage/status/845057243854716928

[borrelia]

Didn't the archie comics have Charmy get a love interest for an arranged marriage deal or did I hallucinate that shit?

yes that's saffron bee im p sure. charmy was also a teenager until the writers had to be taken aside by sega and told in low voices that hes supposed to be 6. so they gave him drain bramage or smthn to like. retcon. that. it probably got fixed properly in sgw???? i think? but beforehand yea he had a fiancee

[puthyflapps]

That knob must have hurted damn

I have drain bramage now 🥴

[unsure-siri]

Accidentally told my boss something in OWO Speak this morning...

[couch-house]

xxplaydestroyxx replied to your photoset “*thinks about top of the line* hello 911? i’d like to report a ROBBERY”

Oh my GOD I love this, I was actually just reading about this episode for the very first time!!!! We were really fuckin robbed....... I love this! Also poor Skoodge back there.... Someone get him a bandaid! Beautiful work!

We really were!! I’m so upset I KNOW I’ve read fanscripts for this too but I can’t FIND them and I just want a taste.. just get to touch a mirage of the memory of this ep... And thank you! skoodge has got some real drain bramage from this but he’ll be fiiine

[fudgle]

(via Drain Bamaged Graphic T-Shirt by Artgonzo)

When the world is spinning out of control and the pressure becomes to great. Too much input and not enough release. Drain Bramage!

[murielcook]

Boy howdy have i had a few real whopper bad days lately.

Complaint number 1: tolerance for presently unsolvable body issue is at an all time low, plus i think there's swelling really adding to the "i'm going to interfere with your whole life, do you like this?"

complaint number 2: this pandemic shit and caretaker life has me at hermitage levels heretofore unexplored (want to see people, have energy to see people, cannot reasonably see people)

complaint number 3: sleeping bad. it's a shortcut to being just a full on freakazoid, pretty much every time.

complaint number 4: always some hormone shit, bank on it. it doesn't have to be THE thing to be A thing.

complaint number 5: my guts are on toads wild ride because of reasons. hernia? stress? wrong something at wrong time? whomst can say.

complaint number 6: dealing with flaky work shit while all of the above is going on. I have been MEAN lately and i don't like that much!!

Complaint number 7: I recently discovered that if I can be left the fuck alone for several hours at a time and am NOT having some kind of flare up of chronic things, I can get a lot done! but the difference is absolutely the quiet time. I almost never get several hours of quiet time. I need to be left alone-alone and nobody can manage to facilitate that because we don't have that kind of space. It's infuriating.

Complaint the 8th: oh yeah i've had hot flashes lately. fuck that. fuck this. fuck you and the horse you rode in on. (is the vibe)

regrettably the limitless pill does indeed have limits. mostly running up against all my long standing problems not directly related to my drain bramage or what have you.

I would prefer things be somewhat different.

[boredandelusive]

TokyoRev React: Ep 19

Episode 19

DAMN, who’s the tall one? You’re kidding?!

what’s with the bandages on Mikey’s stomach? Is that there for aesthetic or an injury?

is Mitch crawling? Really?

WILL YOU FIGHT YOU DUMB BITCH?! 

what do the different divisions mean?

got some power behind that punch, but hey, snapped into it

so is most of their hair box dye? I don’t think supernatural color hair exists in this universe, not like Saiki K or something

better scramble like an egg before you get folded like an omelet

I don’t like Hanma’s voice. it’s very... gullible

WHAT THE FAWK? Mitch, are you serious? Bro, tap out, please

this is embarrassing. Are you not embarrazzed?

dawg is running on sheer adrenaline

that seemed to be enough, apparently

who is the one with the white hair and mask

he doesn’t look half bad

si senor, he did, he took ten nigras down instantly

THat punch had some POWER, like, to the fucking rubble?

so the wrap is haramaki, gotcha

Chonbo, Chome, and Katsuzora?

rn the only thing I’m imagining is what it would be life if Nagisa Shiota were in this universe? And if not Nagisa, then Karma

that would be fucking wild

maybe an inspired OC

did he clock Mikey with a pipe? Deadass? And it sounded painful?!

Blood on the pipe, too? Deadass?

Y’all thought it was over, huh?

why does one of them have natural curly hair? Doesn’t make sense?!!

I have a feeling it might be the art style, but why are the eyes different from Kazutora, who’s damn near insane, or Mikey’s eyes, which look more dead inside than anything else?

ow. Drain bramage, huh? I wouldn’t say he lost

but he might die, if anything else

HANMA, CHOKE ON ROCKS

oh hell, I know that look

I know his head is on FIRE

I know that shit is BURNING rn

[0empty0eyes0]

what's the tally now? fex is having a breakdown, kyrril is gettin' #violent, scar is awol, scully has drain bramage, tavros is a wibbling mess, and loom is dead. how are you?

p00rly