They couldn’t make Mrs Doubtfire in this day & age - no one would believe Pierce Brosnan and Sally Field make enough money to afford a live-in nanny.
Also, they couldn’t make Mrs. Doubtfire 2. Full stop. There will never be a sequel to that magnificent gem.
That’s very close! I bet he was a spooky character.
Do you feel like a side character in other people’s lives?
Are you the protagonist of your own story?
Does it ever bother you to have to deal with people that don’t see the individual, the person behind the badge?
Are there any ways you’ve found to help people see you, instead of seeing an authority figure?
Why do cows wear bells?
Because their horns don’t work
No, he did not. Luke didn’t start the war, that’s the literal plot of Andor. And, by the way, Cassian Andor is not a good person, the show and movie both make that quite clear. He is a protagonist, yes, and, in my opinion, at his core a good man; but he and those he assists do some terrible things in the name of freedom.
And Luke gets dragged into it when jackbooted thugs burn his home, kill his family, and eventually take one of his hands.
How many innocent Palestinian children’s stories does that man’s path parallel? There are thousands of orphans, thousands of underage amputees currently not getting enough to eat, and still you call for more punishment. Shame on you. Down with the Empire. Long live the Rebellion.
Mooneys Bay, Ottawa ON
Holy forking shirtballs great tip OP, thanks for the heads up. Thought it might not be visible within the city lights but turned out to be a fantastic show down by the Rideau River at Mooneys Bay. I went full double rainbow, started laughing and crying at the same time, it was awesome.
“Can I be frank with you?”
“Sure! You be Frank and I’ll be Ernest”
And where else are we going to go? This country is just three monopolies in a trench coat masquerading as a fair and competitive market. We don’t have any choice. Galen knows this.
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Far right column, fourth one down from the top. I like that it’s a visual pun on the Japanese flag; the little red dot on a white field inside the larger dot effectively depicts a little Japan inside the larger nation, a microcosm of the nation itself.
It’s a very effective vexillological distinction of a part within a whole, while still maintaining the effect of the original flag design.
I also find it funny that it seems to be a flex on all the other prefectures, this flag subtextually implies, “We’re the most Japanese prefecture that has ever been, we are the essential core of this nation and our absence would leave a blank empty void. Don’t fuck with us.”
My lock screen image is cropped from a collection of James Webb Space Telescope pictures of the month. I love the surreal orange-y photonegative effect, the hexagonal focus lines, and the black circles where the stars overloaded the sensors. If you’re looking for backgrounds, that currently my main resource for beautiful and mind-bending images.
One that particularly stands out in my mind is the image they released highlighting one single galaxy cluster that appears in 3 different spots, because its light got deflected by a couple of massive gravitational sources along the way - the 3 different spots vary by about 1000 years in the time elapsed since emission, it’s wild
On my eggs, of course
Fell asleep on the TTC (Toronto subway) one time while we were travelling along a particularly old part of the tunnels.
I was dozing and staying kind of peripherally aware of my surroundings. Late at night, old model of subway car. One or two people at the other end of the car, in one of the cars far down the line away from the driver, second or third from the rear car.
Going through a section of tunnel, in the dark between one light and the next, I suddenly felt… surrounded. My eyes were closed, and for a second or two I distinctly felt the sensation of hands. All over my body, like I was passing through a crowd of people all grabbing at my arms, my legs, my hair. Cold, like holding your hands in your armpits on a winter day when you forget your gloves. Reaching, grasping like pickpockets. Desperate somehow, like the eyes of a scared animal.
The sensation fled as swiftly as it arrived, either a result of passing beyond an area of influence, or a symptom of leaving a particular state of mind. I opened my eyes, and it was gone.
I don’t know how many lost souls search for answers along those tracks, hoping for relief, warmth, company, safety. I’ve seen many homeless folk that catch a few minutes of sleep on those cars late at night; I wonder how many others travel unseen.
I never fell asleep on the subway again.
One of the trickiest things about Reddit (and social media in general) for me is the homogenization of tone. Each comment is an individual person, a unique voice & perspective, accents from around the world, but the medium of text, combined with the listing of comments leading to consumption of dozens/hundreds/thousands of viewpoints, leads to a blurring and obscuring of the uniqueness of each commenter.
These comments, they feel like a consistent person - I think that’s part of what people are talking about when they refer to the “hive mind”. These highly upvoted expert opinions, they begin to slot into the “trusted authoritative voice” in your mental categorization, regardless of whether they’re actually experts or not. The wisdom of the crowd, the inclination to trust the source of those upvotes, it’s pernicious.
I didn’t think I could last without Reddit after July 1st, but the truth is I’m fucking thriving. I really only ever lurked on Reddit, wasn’t much of an active commenter, and the continual absorption of fairly minor amounts of toxicity and negativity was exhausting. Relying on my own voice, my own perspective, it’s important. When the power goes out and your phone dies, when the world turns mad around you, when all seems hopeless, there you are. No matter where you go, there you are. Yes, it might be true that everyone on Reddit seems to be miserable. That’s their choice, it doesn’t have to be yours
If you’re curious about how to recognize this species out in the wild, here’s the method I use:
Do their ears hang low? (No, except when upside down) Do they wobble to and fro? (Yes) Can they tie ‘em in a knot? (No) Can they tie them in a bow? (Knot that I’m aware of, no) Can they throw them o’er their shoulder like a continental soldier? (???) Do their ears hang low? (Again, mostly no)
Usually works best for distinguishing between this type of owl and beagles
There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle owl
An owl is never late, and is never early; an owl arrives exactly when he means to
Unfair. Moral character has nothing to do with raw talent and skill - if shitting in a bathtub so hard you damage hotel property isn’t explicitly banned in the rule book, and the people running the contest haven’t found a method to effectively drug test their athletes for anal bead usage, then I think he should get to keep his title.
After all, there’s no rule saying dogs can’t play basketball
I remember watching TV as a kid and deciding that, when I grow up, I want to be just like:
A) Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,
B) that hot Mountie from Due South, and
C) The Littlest Hobo