I should stop taking my bag of art supplies to bed with me. I forgot it was there last night and kicked it and there were pens and pencils everywhere.
I won’t stop doing that though.
So, resolution: crawl under bed and make sure I’ve gathered all my pens so I can properly scatter them again tonight.
Continue to look for pencil pouches that are large enough to hold my supplies and also be zipped. So I can start kicking large pouches of pens around my room. For a change of pace.
#this show took some turns down some suspect alleys along the way but #as manifestos go the ‘shared power’ theme running through this scene TAKES SOME F*CKING BEATNG #a giant ‘screw you’ to the Batman-esque Saviour complex running though most dude-focussed superhero franchises #’it’s me and only me who must save the helpless!’ vs ‘HERE TAKE THIS - AND USE IT TO SAVE YOURSELF AND OTHERS’ #you don’t hide power and hoard power and swoop in to impose your power on others to ‘save’ them #you share it #you teach it #’are you ready to be strong?’ #[i’m not crying YOU’RE crying] (via harrietvane)
#ugly empowered weeping (via surprisinglywiry)
Art by Kay Neilsen (c 1921) from HANSEL AND GRETEL AND OTHER STORIES.
Old Fashion Picture Book is a really nice tumblr, you may like to follow it.
I have been putting off transferring files because it is cold and dark.
there was probably some sunlight in there somewhere.
Also I have to run an industrial extension cord across a walkway in a house that a blind guy lives in.
everything is easy and nothing hurts!
anyway, the blind guy seems to be distracted by football right now so I’m sitting in the cold dark computer room transferring files and when I’m done I get to eat a chicken pot pie. and then I’ll go to my much brighter but not much warmer bedroom to hopefully finish the file transfer.
I’ve had to split my digital soul amongst so many computers and backup hard drives and dropboxes over the past 5 years, I’m not even sure how to sort it all out anymore.
to recap: CHICKEN POT CHICKEN POT CHICKEN POT PIE
this was the result I got, too. I have a weird relationship with this movie. but I am so glad I’m in good company, and I love you. xoxoxoxo
I still have no realationship with this movie; even after a second viewing. We get to be Emma Thompson’s big brother. We ~Handle~ that bullydick of a nation, America. We wrestle with an octopus. And we get the smart sassy beautiful lady. We’re one of the only characters that is dismissive of the negative body stereotypes throughout the movie (except for our last line but that could be taken a few ways) I’m feeling pretty good about our Us’s and ourselves. Congratulations to Us, Prime Minister!
I’ve only seen it once, too. I got a character I don’t remember, played by an actress I recognize, but don’t remember being in the movie. Mostly I remember Emma Thompson making me cry forever.
yeah. no option on that. full sob.