CJ : No, rats are outside, mice are inside. Mahalik : But what if a mouse goes outside does it become a rat, and if a rat is in the house, is it a mouse? CJ : I ain't seen no mouse outside. That's what I'm sayin'. Mahalik : That's because it's a rat, fool! You mighta just made fact.
That's some real shit right there! George : Guys, I really don't see what this has anything to do with anything U-God : You stepped on my shoe, bitch! Redman : Man, call me a bitch again and I'll park your truck - dead in yo ass.
CJ : Hey yo, they comin! Over here! Method Man : Ya Momma! U-God : I got your number, too, homey. Master P : He ain't gonna bust nuthin. I got nuts bigger than him. RZA : Oh, yeah, I'll roll up on you too - country ass maple syrup eatin' nigga. Viewed 2k times. I've always assumed it meant hungover or otherwise ailing, but I'm not sure. Improve this question. Of course you can't wake up if you are dead, but it is a humorous expression used sometimes.
This is not a set phrase. It's just a clever juxtaposition of contrary elements because of course it is impossible to be dead and wake up.
If you're confused by it, then you're reading the language right - it's intended to be contrary. In rhetoric, the trope that is found in the phrase "wake up dead" is an oxymoron, which pits two seemingly irreconcilable concepts side by side, sometimes--but not always--for humorous effect.
Examples: deafening silence as when you are on the "outs" with your spouse ; He's proud of his humility; a fretful calm the feeling a teenager gets on his way home from being in a minor car accident when he thinks how he's going to tell his parents; and serious play that is how many kids engage in what we adults call play, but to the kids, it's hard work they take seriously.
If you believe in a conscious afterlife then there is no contradiction. Waking up is a return to consciousness and, if you died in your sleep, you would return to consciousness, albeit the consciousness of the afterlife. You would wake up dead. Whether it's serious or not depends on the context; e.
If it's something that could really kill you in your sleep, it's not a joke. That makes sense. Show 1 more comment. Active Oldest Votes. Improve this answer. Cascabel Pete Pete 1, 3 3 silver badges 11 11 bronze badges.
Good examples given in the linked answer mariticide and alcohol interactions ; the same ones I would've given, but I wouldn't have characterized the warnings as "playful" When is the latter not serious?
Sometimes it's playful; sometimes, dead serious. KannE It is always ironic though. Sometimes the ironic is playful, sometimes it's an example of dark humour. Add a comment. I find myself vacillating between impostor syndrome and feeling underappreciated.
I find myself wondering where anyone concerned with the arts as a public good fits in to such a commercialized environment. Pretending at closeness is really the only way forward for anyone who wants to make money on the internet. As such, watch as organizations pretend, with increasing intensity, that they are individuals.
Start counting how many times platforms, services and websites entreat you in human voices, with awkward humor, for money. Watch as the things we expect to be invisible, utilitarian, start oozing emojis and winky-smileys…. Your inbox is going to fill up with requests for professional favors from strangers who tell you they love you. Your feelings are now professional currency. I think we find real meaning and affirmation in that—I know I do. I think humans can and will find ways to intimately connect under just about any circumstances, much like we will always find ways to create.
Capitalism requires a landless working class dependent upon labor markets; accelerated late capitalism moves our placelessness to the domain of the virtual, the disembodied. Increasingly, there is no distinction between leisure and labor.
Yes, we have access to incredible commodities, but often at the expense of more fundamental necessities like purchasing power, a well-funded social safety net, and the audacious desire not to be crushed by debt. As we see our rights to privacy quickly disintegrating, we also watch ourselves performing versions of our identity as a means of survival.
We cannot look away for long. We become trapped in the version of ourselves we expect others to like, to consume. I know all the times I fixed a smile upon my face while a clenched mouth suffocated my words. Agency becomes limited by the versions of ourselves we are allowed to show, that we are safe in showing depending on what social advantages our identities afford us.
Movement becomes stiff, often involuntary, determined by forces which are not totally outside ourselves yet we feel unable to get under our control.
It gets distorted after so much performance. If we allow ourselves not to comment but only observe, we let the silence creep in. Everyone seems to want so badly to escape their bodies, to not have to be stuck with themselves.
The self-destructively opportunistic part of me seized on my latest sleep-paralysis episode as fodder for a Halloween game. I began jotting down notes in a felt notebook. It would be called Atonia. With a simple bit of syntax, the developer can create complex pieces of interactive fiction.
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