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My name is Matt and I grew up in the Hawkeye State. I'm finishing up a PhD in Communication, Rhetoric, & Digital Media at NC State, where I'm working on a dissertation about rhetoric and meme culture.

I'm a technophile, a coulrophobe, and a burrito enthusiast. These items are mostly unrelated.

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For the 5th time, every @robdelaney mention of @BarackObama. Remember: all of this is archived by the Library of Congress.

(see previously: rounds 1, 2, 3, and 4.)

Round 4 of @robdelaney’s mentions of @BarackObama. Much like Round 3, or Round 2, or Round 1, but nothing at all like Round Robin. 

I mean, he makes non-sequitur presidential jokes and they make hamburgers. How hard is this to understand?

Now I want a presidential hamburger. Eff.

For the 3rd time, every @robdelaney mention of @BarackObama since this time, or this one.

The holidays add a certain spice to his snuggly genius, like sprinkling cinnamon on a fat Baby Jesus.

Every @robdelaney mention of @BarackObama since this post.

Each is brilliant in its own right, but taken together all at once it’s like seeing a puppy playdate on the moon.

Except the puppies all have access to oxygen somehow and don’t die immediately. 

That got dark in a hurry. 

I think there’s a real opportunity here for a single-serving Tumblr of “Trending Topics Poetry,” where we take a screencap, the date/time, and the locale when the items line up so neatly.

The sixth man wake up drunk.
White chicks can’t sleep in living color.
Born to dance.

The beauty lies in finding the natural arrangement that fits best.

The sixth man wake up.
Drunk white chicks can’t sleep.
In living color, born to dance.

Or even still:

The sixth man wake up drunk white chicks.
Can’t sleep in. Living.
Color, born to dance.

3:15 am | Wed, Aug 17 2011 | United States

I think there’s a real opportunity here for a single-serving Tumblr of “Trending Topics Poetry,” where we take a screencap, the date/time, and the locale when the items line up so neatly.

The sixth man wake up drunk.

White chicks can’t sleep in living color.

Born to dance.

The beauty lies in finding the natural arrangement that fits best.

The sixth man wake up.

Drunk white chicks can’t sleep.

In living color, born to dance.

Or even still:

The sixth man wake up drunk white chicks.

Can’t sleep in. Living.

Color, born to dance.

3:15 am | Wed, Aug 17 2011 | United States

Arrested Development realization: J. Walter Weatherman has a 3-legged dog.

Fantastic.

(1x10 — Pier Pressure)