The Boy and the Heron

Yikes. This movie. I loved every minute of it. Such CRAZY storytelling! Just amazing.

Mr Miyazaki is so brilliant. I can't wait to see it again.

“One of the problems that progressive music has had over the years is it never encouraged everyone to have a try. We became a genre that presented itself as superior, where those who recorded were supposed to be artistically above the rest. But this isn’t how it should be. What separates out those who sell millions of records isn’t ability. It isn’t even having the luck to get somewhere. I’ve never believed in luck. All that matters is how much you strive for what you want, and the work you put in. The harder you work at something, then the luckier you become.”

- Peter Gabriel

Source: loudersound.com

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The toilet bowl cleaner I just got smells like Pepto Bismol.

I am questioning everything.

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Hey @moochiethinks! It's a sloth movie!

It's also a slasher flick.

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Ohmygosh. LOL

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Happy Birthday, Mom.

I miss you. I love you.

Pray for me.

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So . . .

Why did it take me this long to read Up the Down Staircase?

I mean . . . WOW. So great.

This has been a micro-review. More to come. Hopefully.

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Who is playing Splatoon 3?

Lemme know! Let's play!

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The Go-Between by LP Hartley.

WOW.

Noel by Prof. J. R. R. Tolkien

Grim was the world and grey last night: The moon and stars fled, The hall was dark without song or light, The fires were fallen dead. The wind in the trees was like to the sea, And over the mountains’ teeth It whistled bitter-cold and free, As a sword leapt from its sheath.

The lord of snows up-reared his head; His mantle long and pale Upon the bitter blast and spread And hung o’er hill and dale. The world was blind, the boughs were bent, All the ways and paths were wild: Then the veil of cloud apart was rent, And here was born a Child.

The ancient dome of heaven sheer Was pricked with distant light; A star came shining white and clear Alone above the night. In the dale of dark in that hour of birth One voice on a sudden sang: Then all the bells in Heaven and Earth Together at midnight rang.

Mary sang in this world below: They heard her song arise O’er mist and over mountain snow To the walls of Paradise, And the tongue of many bells was stirred In Heaven’s towers to ring When the voice of mortal maid was heard, That was the mother of Heaven’s King.

Glad is the world and fair this night With stars about its head, And the hall is filled with laughter and light, And fires are burning red. The bells of Paradise now ring With bells of Christendom, And Gloria, Gloria we will sing That God on earth is come.