Hello beautiful people! I like my liqueur strong, my humor nsfw, and my Disney music loud. So welcome to my collection of all things magical and fattening :D not a spoiler free blog
I don't know how else to explain the experience of seeing Barbie 2023 in theaters, wearing pink, except that it felt the way the summer of Pokémon Go felt. We were UNITED. We were JOYFUL. We were HYPING EACH OTHER UP. We were ALL PLAYING THE SAME GAME.
Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol
Four rabbis are debating scripture out in the garden, and one of them notices he's continuously outvoted by the other three even though he's absolutely certain he's right. At a certain point, his frustration gets the best of him and he stands up, raises his hands and and says "My Lord, you must know that this is the right way, gives us a sign to let us know!"
As soon as he has spoken, a cloud materializes out of nowhere, moves in front of the sun and dissolves again.
The other three look at him, at each other, go "Well... That was certainly unusual, but the weather's been acting up a bit lately, so this does not really mean anything", and just continue with the discussion unmoved.
The fourth rabbi, increasingly desperate, again stands up and calls out "My Lord, they continue to defy your word, please send another sign to help them see the error of their ways!"
This time, it's not just one cloud, but the entire sky darkens, a thunderclap sounds and a bolt of lightning hits just next to the other three rabbis. They're startled, but after catching their breath conclude that no, you don't see that every day, but it's late summer, thunderstorms can come in surprisingly quickly, we're out in an open garden, there's no lightning rod on top of the synagogue even though there really should be, etc. So this still doesn't mean anything, we'll stick with our viewpoints thank you very much.
Now absolutely livid and still outvoted, the fourth rabbi gets up one final time, stamps his feet, raises his hands and shouts "Oh Lord, you who created all, for the love of your peope and the ways of the world, make your will known, so that it must be clear even to these stubborn mules!"
And a booming voice fills the sky, "HE IS CORRECT"
The other three rabbis look up, look down to their colleague, and finally one says: