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Trump: STOP BEING MEAN TO MY FRIEND'S BUSINESS! BOYCOTTING IS ILLEGAL! I WILL MAKE YOU BUY HIS STUFF!
Me, gazing into Boston Harbor with a tear in my eye: that's what they said about the British East India Company my dude
Rock on
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Mr. Bertram Wilberforce Wooster sends his fond regards.
oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.
phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?
call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.
call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.
text messages from someone who's dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.
emergency alerts for weather that doesn't happen on earth.
Your phone rings - but it's your phone number on the screen. You answer it, but all you hear is heavy, laboured breathing. You go to say something, only to hear your voice on the other end tell you "It's too late," and hang up.
You get a message from a number you don't recognise. It's a picture of you from behind. You turn and see there's nobody there. When you look back at your phone, you see the sender has sent another text - "Sorry, wrong number."
Your phone rings - it's a private number. You answer it, only to feel the sensation of something licking your ear.
You wake up to find a voicemail. You play it back, only to hear an autotuned version of your own voice reciting a Bible passage - 1 Peter 2: 18-20.
You get an emergency alert. It says "I'm sorry."
Your phone is bleeding.
I first read “if you were lazy you would be having fun” on your blog and it has genuinely been a life-changing piece of advice for me and my friends - I’ve said it to like four of my other executive dysfunction judies and without fail it earns a ten second silence followed by a single revelatory “fuck”
My dad and I actually ran into the speech language pathologist who told me that over 20 years ago at a town hall a few months back—she is retired now, but still advocating for disabled students at IEP meetings and being a nuisance to school administrators. I thanked her for everything, and she was delighted to hear that I was passing her words along to other people who needed to hear them!
w. wait fuck. this is the first time I've heard this. hold on I need to sit down. I need a second. this shatters my worldview just a little bit h. hold on
DEADLOCH: Ex-FBI profilers and New Mums. What can't they solve? Who knows? Meanwhile these two detectives and their constable referred to as "copettes" by the commissioner of police get it done. The male cops turn into a Key Stone Kopz/Benny Hill extravaganza at one point and that thrilled me.
sidebar #1: Also this show decided to have an army of red herrings and I could not figure out the killer. I'd take the bait and feel stirrings of certainty and then switch to someone else and someone else. (btw the venereal term really is an army of herring.)
sidebar #2: Dulcie is a beautiful pillar of quiet sarcasm and resigned dismay. She's honestly one of my favorite female characters of all time. She lives at 75 Scylla Street at the corner of Charybdis Road.
postscript: This show was created and written by two women, one with a baby, and the minor character who is a new mom is the most competent character in the entire show.
The director wrote a thesis on the word cunt as used in Australia for Amazon so they could use the word as much as they felt they needed to. It's really not quite the same way it's used in the US. It can be super offensive, but it can almost be affectionate like calling someone "my bitch." The context and tone are important.
p.s. the season is 8 episodes. If you watch it, I rec you go back and watch at least the first five minutes of the first episode. Your head will explode.
Do you guys know about Deadloch on Amazon Prime? It’s an Aussie crime drama. Two female cops, one of them is gay (and the straight one is played by a lesbian), investigating gruesome murders in a town that’s “being overrun by gay women.” Also, fans of foreign editions of Taskmaster will enjoy seeing Madeleine Sami and Nina Oyama in main roles!
So if you’re keeping track, that’s three women as the main cast, and all three actresses are LGBT.
It’s very bleak but also very funny. Worth checking out!
I got a marketing email from hobbycraft to say that they're now selling plush pumpkins ahead of halloween
so of course I went to the website, which led me to this delightful photo series showing the different sizes available:
I love and support this man and his pumpkin collection
I think they could be friends.
small birb. big birk.
cd has a hole. record has a hole. casette has 2 holes. streaming? zero holes. i think i’ve made my point
Excuse you? What are all those fucking zeroes?
