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mama-qwerty · 7 months

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Little and Broken

This started as a little Shortie for an ask from @wingsofthesun and instead turned into THIS.

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Eclipse pressed himself flat against the wall as he peered into the living room. The lightbox (teevee Silver called it) was on, and colorful images flashed across the screen.

Silver and the human woman sat on the couch, with the hedgehog snuggled up close to his mother. Her hands ran absently through his quills, and every now and then he would turn his nose to nuzzle against her side.

At first, Eclipse wasn't interested. They watched that teevee almost every night, sometimes laughing at what they saw, sometimes crying, sometimes cheering. He didn't understand--they were just some sort of transmission. He'd seen similar ones on the Comet--feeds of various planets the Black Arms were studying to destroy more effectively. (Even though they were the strongest warriors in the galaxy, they still didn't want to waste effort and energy in an attack that could be won in a simpler way.)

He didn't get the appeal. Or how they could become so invested and reactionary to the images. It seemed silly.

The darkling had stayed in his little closet, trying to ignore the noise from the other room as he napped. But then, certain bits of dialogue came to him, and his curiosity got the better of him.

"Monstrosity? What you see before you, is the first of a new species. I call it, Experiment 626."

Eclipse's brow furrowed. He poked his head out through the blanket acting as the door to his 'room'.

"He is bulletproof, fireproof, and can think faster than super computer. He can see in the dark, and move objects 3000 times his size. His only instinct, to destroy everything he touches!"

The darkling crawled out from his hidey hole, making his way to the archway between the kitchen and living room. This was sounding interesting. It sounded a lot like him! A creature created to be a fierce warrior! To be strong and capable and formidable and--

"So it IS a monster."

That stopped him in his tracks. Monster? No, he was created to be the best parts of the Black Arms. This, well, whatever it was on the teevee was also created to be strong, to be a warrior. That's not a monster.

Eclipse slid against the wall, being careful to stay out of sight as he watched the events on the screen.

"And as for that abomination, it is the flawed product of a deranged mind. It has no place among us."

"The council has banished you to exile, on a desert asteroid."

That word made Eclipse's heart clench. He wasn't quite sure why he was on this backward mudball of a planet, but he'd always thought it was for some secret mission. Some valuable scouting mission for his father, the great and powerful Black Doom. It's what helped him keep his sanity in those early days.

But late at night, he thought of that word. Banished. And part of him whispered that that's really what happened. He'd failed his father one time too many, and now he was sent away. Banished to die alone on this pathetic planet, full of pathetic humans.

He tried to push that thought away.

On the teevee, Experiment 626 managed to escape. Eclipse watched with wide eyes as the ship he stole headed toward Earth.

~X~X~X~

"This is you. This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that."

Eclipse wrinkled his muzzle. Experimen--Stitch, wasn't bad. That was how he was created! It was just who he was. Changing him meant making him be a different person. That wasn't fair. That wasn't right.

He didn't like the humans in this transmission. Not at all.

~X~X~X~

"Look at him Lilo, he's obviously mutated from something else. We have to take him back.”

“He was an orphan and we adopted him! What about ohana??”

“He hasn’t been here that long!”

“Neither have I! . . . . Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.”

Silver laughed at this part, pointing to the teevee.

“Look! That’s just like what happened with us when Eclipse came!”

The woman laughed a little, nodding. “Yeah, that’s kinda the gist of it, isn’t it? You were all about keeping him and I, well, needed a little convincing, didn’t I?”

“You were just mad because he bit you.”

“Oh, and that was so unreasonable!”

The two laughed a little more, and Eclipse looked on from his hidden spot near the archway.

The hedgehog was right. That was very similar to how it played out. To be fair, the darkling still wasn’t completely sold on the idea of staying here. His arm was healed, but the weather was getting colder outside. He’d never survive without shelter. And the human had welcomed . . . well, accepted him into her home without any demands for repayment or compensation. Sure, he couldn’t fight or hurt anyone, but that was a small price to pay for warm shelter and a full belly, right?

That word kept repeating through his head, though. Ohana. The older human in the transmission didn’t seem to want to keep Stitch, but the little one was insistent they did. Because of ohana. Family. She saw Stitch as family, even though he caused trouble, and had only been there for a short time.

His eyes wandered to the couch. Silver was like that. He had wanted to help Eclipse from that very first night he’d appeared, trying to snatch food from their trash. And the hedgehog was so happy to have Eclipse here now.

But the woman wasn’t as sold. Just like the one in the transmission. She was more wary of Eclipse. She was more interested in taking care of Silver, like the one in the teevee was all about caring for her sister. They were just the same.

It was strange how similar it was.

~X~X~X~

“This little girl is wasting her time. 626 cannot be taught to ignore its destructive programming.”

“This is interesting. 626 was designed to be a monster, but now, there’s nothing to destroy. You see, I never gave him a greater purpose. What must it be like to have . . . nothing? Not even memories to visit in the middle of the night.”

Eclipse stared at the teevee with wide eyes. Was that . . . was that like him? He had been created as the Black Arms’ greatest weapon. A prince to the most dangerous and destructive race the galaxy has ever known. His entire life, since he was hatched, has been dedicated to fighting, destroying, being stronger and better than everyone and every thing else.

But on this planet, he didn’t have to fight. He didn’t have to destroy. He didn’t have to earn his right to exist, or suffer the consequences of failure.

He was still allowed to stay here, even if he didn’t prove his strength. He was still allowed to eat, without having to fight others for the barest morsel.

But if he didn’t do what he was created for, what did that make him?

The only difference was, Eclipse did have memories. But they weren’t exactly the type he wanted to visit in the middle of the night. Because they hurt. And were scary. And reminded him of just how much of a failure he was.

~X~X~X~

The humans were on the beach. Riding some sort of boards on the waves in the water. They laughed and had fun together. Stitch watched them.

Eclipse watched, too. His gold-on-black eyes flicked to the couch, where Silver and the woman sat. Silver leaned closer, and the woman reached down to pull him closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She rested her chin on the top of his head, and a smile curled the hedgehog’s lips.

Stitch reached for the little human. Wanting to be included. Risking a return to his greatest weakness. Just to be part of their family.

The darkling stared.

~X~X~X~

“I hear you cry at night. Do you dream about them? I know that’s why you wreck things, and push me.”

“Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. But, if you want, you could be part of it. You could be our baby, and we could raise you to be good.”

“Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind.”

“But if you wanna leave, you can.”

Anger stirred in the darkling. He hated this transmission. He shouldn’t be wasting his time watching this—he was a weapon, a warrior, and should have been spending every moment training to be stronger. Better. What did this transmission do to help him? Nothing. He should just head back to his closet and rest, so he can get up at first light and restart his training. He’d gone too long without it, and knew his father would have found that disgusting and unacceptable.

He should. It was what his father would want.

But he couldn’t move.

His eyes moved back to the teevee. And he hated himself for being so weak.

~X~X~X~

“L-l-lost.”

“I’m lost.”

Eclipse nearly ran into the room to break the teevee. He hated this. Something was stirring deep within him, and he didn’t know what it was, but it made him angry and sad and scared and his stomach twisted and clenched.

His eyes burned with tears and he grit his teeth to keep them away.

Weapons didn’t cry. Weapons didn’t feel sad or scared. Weapons fought. Weapons won.

The darkling clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming.

~X~X~X~

“Waiting.”

“For what?”

“Family.”

“Aaahh, you don’t have one. I made you.”

“M-maybe I could . . .”

“You’re built to destroy. You can never belong.”

That thing stirring inside Eclipse surged, and he swallowed down tears. Bit back sobs. He never should have started watching this transmission. It did something to him, and he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it.

The thought of breaking through the glass door and running off into the night flashed through his mind.

But he couldn’t.

~X~X~X~

A heartbreaking separation. An unlikely alliance. A daring rescue.

Stitch, this little monster, this abomination, this creature who was only created for destruction, became a hero. He found his family. Found his purpose. Found his place.

“This is my family. I found it, all on my own.”

“It’s little, a-and broken. But, still good.”

“Yeah. Still good.”

And now the feelings within Eclipse couldn’t be contained any longer. They churned inside, pushing their way out, whether he wanted them to or not. Tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking his muzzle and dripping onto the floor as he held his head. Sobs barked through his throat, and he scurried back to his closet, curling up with his tail wrapped around him.

Silver and the human appeared, identical looks of worry and shock on their faces.

“What’s wrong??” the hedgehog cried, his hands yanking on one of his long head spikes.

“I dunno.” The woman knelt in the doorway, looking like she wanted to touch him, but hesitant to do so. “Eclipse? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

Worried. They were worried about him. They heard him crying and came running to make sure he was okay.

Both of them. Even the human.

He squeezed his eyes shut, curling up tighter.

“Go away!”

He wanted to scream it, bellow it, turn and lash out at them. How dare they. How dare they make him feel this way. He wasn’t supposed to feel. He was only supposed to hate. To conquer. He didn’t want to feel like he could relax, and be comfortable, and not worry about being beaten or starved or punished for not doing just the right thing.

Because that was wrong, all wrong. His entire life was about strength and fighting and being better and never, ever, ever disappointing his father, even though he seemed to do it all the time. Even when he tried his best. His best was never, ever, ever good enough.

“Hey,” the woman called, shifting to sit on her ankles. She glanced over at Silver and encouraged him to do the same. “Hey, shhh. Take a deep breath, okay?”

Why should he listen to her? She wasn’t his guardian. His caretaker. His m-mother. She was Silver’s and that’s it. She only cared about him, not Eclipse. She only begrudgingly allowed Eclipse to be in her home, taking care of him only out of obligation, because that’s what Silver wanted. She didn’t want him here. She didn’t care.

“C’mon, deep breath,” she said again, her voice soft and soothing. “Focus on that for me, okay?”

He didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to just lash out—to slash and bite and punch and kick. He hated these feelings and wanted them gone.

But he found himself pulling a deep breath in, and letting it out slowly, following her lead. She smiled and said soothing words to him, continuing this slow breathing.

After a few more breaths, Eclipse’s tears slowed, and he uncurled, but kept himself in the furthest corner from them.

“Better?” she asked, a little smile on her lips. Eclipse turned away, but nodded once. “Good. Are you hurt?” He hesitated before shaking his head. “Okay, also good. Do you wanna talk about it?” Another head shake, this one more immediate. “Okay, that’s fine. You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. But both Silver and I are here if you change your mind.”

Eclipse grunted in response. He wouldn’t change his mind. What could he say? The transmission they were watching made him feel things? How stupid. It was stupid.

“How about some ice cream?” Silver asked, flicking his amber eyes between Eclipse and his mother. “That always makes me feel better after I get upset.”

The darkling turned slightly, an eyebrow raised. He wasn’t much for the sweet foods Silver seemed to like, but ice cream was something he could tolerate. Even if it was cold. He gave the hedgehog a little nod.

“That’s an excellent idea, Bug,” the woman said, pushing herself to her feet. “C’mon kiddos. Ice cream makes everything better.”

Silver quickly followed after his mother, a big smile on his lips. Eclipse slowly crawled out of his closet, watching as they gathered bowls and spoons.

This world was nothing like his home on the Black Comet. These people were nothing like the Black Arms’ or Black Doom.

But maybe . . .

Maybe that was okay.

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cantsayidont · 1 month

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Hateration holleration, teevee edition, with important new critical evaluation features:

APPLES NEVER FALL (2024): Engrossing, often funny seven-part mystery-drama, based on a novel by Liane Moriarty, about the dysfunctional family of retired tennis pros Stan and Joy Delaney (Sam Neill and Annette Bening), whose four adult kids — rich dipshit Troy (Jake Lacy), hot mess Amy (Alison Brie), perpetually resentful Brooke (Essie Randles), and neurotic underachiever Logan (Conor Merrigan Turner) — begin to unravel after Joy mysteriously disappears. Did Stan kill her? Does Joy's disappearance have something to do with their former houseguest Savannah (Georgia Flood), a troubled young woman who had persuaded Joy and Stan to take her in under what may have been false pretenses? Everyone knows something more than they're telling, as the situation brings old resentments bubbling to the surface. Perhaps a smidgen too arch for its own good, and the shifting flashback structure sometimes makes it hard to keep track of the sequence of events, but consistently interesting and refreshingly nuanced, with well-drawn characters and excellent performances. (Neill, Bening, and Flood are particularly good.) Only the finale falls short: Certain key character motivations remain murky, and the final scenes are a bit flat, perhaps an inevitable consequence of a story that flits between tones and genres in a way that leaves it without a natural endpoint. Also, the South Florida setting isn't always convincing; big portions of the series were actually shot in Australia. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Yes! (More than one, even.) VERDICT: Flawed but worthwhile.

THE BROTHERS SUN (2024): One-season action-comedy-drama series about an infamous triad underboss from Taipei, Charles Sun (Justin Chien), who's sent to America to protect his mother (Michelle Yeoh) and younger brother Bruce (Sam Song Li) after a cunningly staged attack by an unknown enemy puts his father (Johnny Kou) in the hospital. Mama Sun scarcely needs protection, but the same isn't true of Bruce, a dorky pre-med student who really wants to do improv, and who's totally out of place in his family's world of ultraviolence and organized crime. Meanwhile, Charles' childhood friend Alexis (Highdee Kuan), who's still sweet on him, is now an ambitious assistant DA who sees taking down the triads as a defining career move. Starts off disarmingly light (though always quite violent), but gets significantly darker as it goes on, which really isn't to its credit — after the cheerful amorality of the early episodes, the increasingly maudlin themes of conflicted family loyalty feel heavy-handed, culminating in a credibility-straining climax with about as much subtlety as a cement mixer. It could also have used more Michelle Yeoh and less Sam Li, whose character is such a feckless dweeb that he sometimes grates. Chien actually makes Charles a more credible character than Bruce, impressive considering the level of pulpy plot contrivance involved. A planned second season was canceled, but except for a post-credits tag in the finale, the story feels reasonably complete. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not so as you'd notice. VERDICT: Starts well, veers too far into turgid melodrama.

PALM ROYALE (2024): Fingernails-on-chalkboard would-be social satire, set in 1969 and featuring Kristen Wiig (with a singularly unconvincing Georgia accent) as conniving but vapid former beauty queen Maxine Simmons, who for some unaccountable reason is determined to wheedle her way into the Palm Beach upper crust, by hook or by crook, while secretly squatting in the mansion of society matron Norma Dellacorte (Carol Burnett), who almost no one realizes is actually in a coma. The glib voiceover narration recalls the early seasons of DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES, but with no bite and no apparent point — there's no reason to care about the premise, the plot, or any of the characters, who are neither sympathetic enough to be likable nor bitchy enough to be fun. Wiig is just awful, straining to prove she can do the kind of role that in recent years has usually gone to Margot Robbie; she can't, and she's obviously at least 10 years too old for her character. The period production design is suitably glossy, but an interesting supporting cast (including Laura Dern, Allison Janney, and Leslie Bibb) is completely defeated by the dreadful scripts, and Ricky Martin (built like a marble statue with acting to match) eventually arrives to stink up the proceedings as Norma's loyal houseboy. I only barely made it through the third episode, and the idea of enduring seven more is too painful to contemplate. If you're in the mood for genteel Southern bitchiness, you'd get more out of a highlight reel of Rue McLanahan scenes from THE GOLDEN GIRLS, which would actually be funny. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not in the first three episodes. VERDICT: Alternately dull and agonizing.

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intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd · 9 days

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ARTHUR SLUGWORTH

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ROALD DAHL (1964)

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971) played by Mick Wingert

Arthur Slugworth is the antagonist in the children’s book, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as well as the film and television adaptations.

Slugworth, like Willy Wonka, is a wealthy owner/manager of his own chocolate company called ‘Slugworth Chocolate Incorporated’. He is jealous of Wonkas recipes and success and hires people to spy on Wonka. Slugworths aim is to bring Wonka’s Factory out of business and to make all the profits himself. Slugworth was present when Wonka opened his factory and the cause of Wonka to close his factory and had to fire all his workers. Wonka continued working with the help of Oompa Loompas and continued to dominate the industry.

In the 1971 film during the Bill’s Candy Shop scene, Wonka’s products are prominent however; Slugworth’s Sizzlers are also displayed and sold to a young girl.

Grandpa Joe describes Slugworth as the worst of Wonka’s rivals, telling Charlie that he was one of the spies who were sent to steal Wonka’s Recipes.

Wonka plants golden tickets inside chocolate wrapping and allegedly knows where they are going to turn up. As each child finds a Golden Ticket, “Slugworth” approaches the child and whispers something in their ear.

I congratulate you, little boy. Well done. You've found the fifth Golden Ticket. May I introduce myself. Arthur Slugworth: President of Slugworth Chocolates, Incorporated. Now, listen carefully because I'm going to make you very rich indeed. Mr. Wonka is at this moment working on a fantastic invention: the Everlasting Gobstopper. If he succeeds, he'll ruin me. So, all I want you to do is to get hold of just one Everlasting Gobstopper and bring it to me so that I can find the secret formula. Your reward will be ten thousand of these.

Think it over, will you. A new house for your family, and good food and comfort for the rest of their lives. And don't forget the name: Everlasting Gobstopper.

When Wonka asks the children inside his factory not to show the Everlasting Gobstopper to anyone, Veruca Salt crosses her fingers behind her back. Mike Teevee mentions to his mother, what secrets can they sell to Slugworth, his mother tells him to keep his eyes peeled and mouth shut.

At the end of the 1971 film, Wonka tells Charlie he didn’t win the prize because he violated the rules for stealing the Fizzy Lifting Drinks. Grandpa Joe upset with Wonka, tells him that Charlie can give Slugworth the Gobstopper, Charlie however, sympathises with Wonka and returns the Gobstopper. Wonka forgives Charlie and then reveals that the man wasn’t actually Slugworth, but a trustworthy Wonka employee, Mr. Wilkinson, who wanted to test the children on how trustworthy they are. We don’t actually see the real Slugworth in the 1971 film.

#arthurslugworth #mickwingert #charlieandthechocolatefactory #willywonkaandthechocolatefactory #roalddahl

#arthur slugworth #arthurslugworth #mick wingert #mickwingert #charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka & the chocolate factory #roald dahl

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zumpietoo · 6 months

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Finally....

Sorry it's taken me until now, various and sundry tasks have had me running all about....

Well, first off, Silly/janASS pretending to be an anon.....Cole fans and SH shippers are two verrryyyyyy different things....and those of us who ARE Cole fans? Not only recognize Cari is a thing, but we LOVE it....in fact, aren't YOU GUYS the ones always insisting IT'S "an illusion"/pee arr/Ari's a prostitute, moar often than not "not even permitted in LA by Cole"/grifter blackmailing Cole into submission???

Speaking of "an illusion"---while, yes, I will grant you SH was most assuredly NOT the enchanted delight it might've seemed at the time....that's something we're also all FULLY aware of....and, again, while yes, they apparently broke up a LOT...they were a real couple, on and off for nearly 4 years and, now confirmed, contrary to your endless insistence, PP was the cheater and Cole dumped her ass.

I think you can also freely admit, had they not been on the same TeeVee show, they never would've reconciled multiple times....and it probably would've played out over the course of a year or even less.

I agree it was "toxic", but that was because of PP, not Cole....see above.

As for "content", yeah, we actually got a considerable amount....moar than Cabana Pee....and then it was farrrrr less staged/pee arr-y, as well (lots of it was actually accidental, candid spottings of them together....versus pap walks and plus ones at pee arr events).

I'd say you have the next fully backwards.....PP is the one dating a Walmart Cole, having gotten with said Walmart Cole entirely because A) cheap Cole imitation B) literally imitated Cole, because BOTH of them are desperate for Cole's attention. She's also the one who stalked/cosplayed Ari and now looks to recreate key moments WITH Cole, but inserting Cabana Boi. She also endlessly sexually harassed Cole, years after he dumped her, on set....

And that all, in and of itself, makes HER a "vile human being", not Cole....who, once again, has done nothing wrong.

The entire "can't be in the same room" is because of her antics....

As noted above, I fully respect Cari as a couple and am very, very happy for them both. They're adorable. Again, the ones who can't/don't? Are yourselves....because, LBR, what you're mad at Cole about is that he dumped your kween.

Chase/Madelyn/Kelsea----IDGAF and, actually, nobody I'm friends with does, either....they all suck, are icky, etc....

Plus, let's look at who's here, endlessly trying to turn CB into an actual Cole, endlessly shipping HIS tiktoker ass with PP, just as you did previously with GymD, not Ms. G (cuz homophobes) and used to fanfic her with Chris Evans (who was already taken) and John Mayer....as an unpaid prostitute, herself, no less!

And I am responsible for all this? I thought nobody listens to me/GAF what I have to say? Plus if, again, true? Then everybody already thinks Cari are awesome....

Sorry you're this fucking stupid....but true, it isn't "too late to grow up", for yourselves....

Also not sure what I or any of my friends have ever done that's "unacceptable behavior"????

Given when this was sent and agreed on (Sunday), I'm guessing their butthurt was extra intense, compliments of further recognition of the obvious (i.e. Cabana Boi is Shein Cole)......

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intherainbowfactory · 1 year

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Minty Python's House of Horsefeathers sketch #69320139459302111111111111111

“Oh! Of course! You’ve come to the right place! Our bakery is the best in Ponyville, rated a whole six super-duper teevee stars out of five! No other bakery around has as many nummy treats for ponies to eat sweetly!”

Pinkie ducked down in front of them and appeared behind the counter. Graham Chapman really wished he had a pipe to make the situation more silly, but for now he could only smile silly-ly to achieve that effect.

Pinkie Pie’s expectant wide grin caught John Cleese rather unawares, but he ventured forth. “Ah, yes, well,” he glanced at Graham, who nodded, and turned back to Pinkie, “we’re rather peckish for some scones, I think.”

“Peck-ish? What the heck is that s’posed to mean?” Pinkie gasped and crossed her heart with her hoof. “You don’t want me to bake birds into pies, do you? I swear, I’ve stopped doing that ever since that one time it made Fluttershy cry! Pinkie promise!”

“Er… rather, we’re hungry for scones,” John explained slowly. “Tea, too.”

“Well why didn’t you say so you silly fillyfooler?” Pinkie giggled, “We’ve got the bestest scones no matter what Donut Joe says!”

“Very nice. We’ll take some blueberry scones.”

“I’m afraid,” Pinkie unravelled, “we’re out of that kind. Sorry worry!”

“Oh, um, very well. What kind would you want, Graham?”

“Got any dragon fruit scones?”

Pinkie craned her ears towards Graham. “What was that?”

“You loony git, Graham,” Cleese admonished, “they wouldn’t make dragon fruit scones if they don’t even have an organised motorised transport infrastructure system to ship it here!”

Graham just ignored him. “Oh, sorry, Pinkie. My Equestrian accent is rather atrocious. Let me try that again” He cleared his throat.

“Oi, lass,” he intoned blandly, “ave ye gotten any uvva wee summat draggin’ fruities fer I could of et-en a pint uv sconce?”

That got John to chuckle, since he’s heavily prejudiced against the Scottish.

“Oh! Dragon fruit scones! Those’re our specialty!”

“You really have some?” John asked seriously now, his eyes wide. “You know, I’ve never tried dragon fruit before, but I think I’d love to right now…”

“Sorry, Sourpuss! We never get it at the end of the weak,” Pinkie roared while lifting a two tonne barbell, “only on Mondays! (Those are our wing days! Leg day’s on Tuesday!)”

“Bugger!” John hemmed and hawed. “Orange scones?”

“They’ve been in order from a gang by the West Side for two weeks now,” Pinkie decreed, “but they were lost when Screwball ratcheted them,” she whinged.

“Hmm!” Chapman took up the mantle. “Huckleberry?”

“Sorry! A wacky magistrate relative of mine outlawed them,” Pinkie related judgementally with a guilty look.

“Strawberry?” John replied incredulously.

“Nope. We lost them in a telephone miscommunication accident,” Pinkie recalled fitfully.

Graham was starting to like this. “Peach?”

“Lost when an experimental airplane delivering them crashed,” she explained.

“Grape?”

“All smashed!” she whined.

“Raspberry?”

“Stampededed by a cow—from Denmark! A young prince in line for the throne!” she gave a little moue of disdain.

“Plain?”

“Yes!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Wait, really?” John pried.

“No, not really. Sorry. They got demolished by a convict with a crowbar. I just remembered he lied to me about it.”

“Damnit!”

“Oatmeal raisin?” Graham ventured.

“Blown up on an adventure spaceship,” Pinkie vented.

John and Graham looked at each other at that one.

“Surely you must have some traditional English scones in stock!”

“Yeppers! Trottingham-tested scones! The best in the business!”

“Great! Graham and I will take some,” John demanded it.

Pinkie Pie just balked at that. “... They’re rather flaky.”

“That’s fine, we’ll take them anyway.”

“They’re a bit too flaky for the customers to eat…”

“We happen to like them like that. We’ll take them.”

“In fact, oopsie poopsie, they might be too flaky to sell…”

“Look, I don’t care how excrementally flaky they are, just give them to me!”

“Oh, wait, silly me,” Pinkie giggled, “I forgot Mr. Cake bought them all up for his family! I can be such a doofus!” she sighed in contentment. “I guess you could say de man ded it!”

“Look, I’m starting to work up a cold sweat at this—” which was true, since he was panicking for a reason he did not know out of pocket, “—so, so do you or do you not, in fact, have any scones in stock at all, or are you just, just—oh god!”

John Cleese collapsed into the nearest chair, wiping his brow with his hoof.

“John! Are you alright mate?”

“Graham, do you realise, we’re in the bloody Cheese Shop sketch!

Chapman sat down. “I’ve had a feeling. Intercoursingly good, isn’t it?”

“Easy for you to fucking say since you’ve missed the last fourty years. I’ve only had to go through it ten thousand times, suffering through morons reciting it from memory like our show still stands as a bastion of what is right in comedy as opposed to a big imaginative gutter that we just pissed the night away in half-assing for fun in the seventies! Honestly, can you even comprehend such a hell?”

“Well, there was this one time while I was laying on the hospital bed—but I see you are getting tired of those death gags and so I will stop with them,” he hastily assured his friend at the sight of John’s wild face.

“I’ll tell you my full thoughts on the Cheese Shop sketch, and in being true to form, I shall do so as long-windedly as I wish, which is to say, straight.”

Pinkie Pie’s hoof came up with a pipe, which Graham accepted graciously.

“Anyway. Yes, I have had fans of our show recite it to me quite a few times over the years after that episode aired, but I really don’t mind it. Oh, sure, it could be a bit repetitive at times, but the sketch really means something to them on a subconscious level, which is why it enjoys the lasting power it has.”

“But,” John sputtered, “you’re missing the point! I don’t want this to just be how people remember me, by a bloody stupid sketch I didn’t even like performing!” John pointed his hoof accusingly at Graham, his energy coming back. “Don’t you remember what that Twilight woman just told us a few moments ago? She said that the most significant objects and events from our lives would cross over to this universe first.”

John gestured wildly to the entire world at his table in Sugarcube Corner. “But why in the pissing, bloody, hell would the ancient Cheese Shop sketch be considered so damn meaningful by the fabric of reality that it would be the first thing we get? Not my recent lectures at various colleges, not Terry’s Wallace and Gromit thing, not even your autobiography,” John stressed, “get so much as a bleeding hippie’s glance in all this!”

Graham forgot to take a draw from his pipe in his concern. He drew closer to John, his forehead wrinkled and his eyebrows closing together.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

John’s muzzle muscles unclenched. His eyes grew dull. He talked in a low whisper.

“I just don’t get what it all means. Just… why? Is the universe just doing this to spite me? To punish me for not acting as I should have? I mean, if the universe itself is saying that’s the most significant event of our lives…”

“Then it bloody well ought to be!”

John looked up at the blonde stallion’s outburst. He could see Pinkie just standing there behind the counter, whistling and nonchalantly cleaning the inside of a ketchup bottle with a rag.

Graham merely took a drag of his pipe. A couple of bubbles came out.

“Now I know you were the one to always push for something better in our writing,” he expanded calmly, “to push for something more original, or more intelligent in our sketches. To try to make it something you could be proud of, as it were.”

Graham contemplated the pony sitting position he took on the chair for a moment.

“But I just had fun writing it. I wrote the Cheese Shop sketch, you know. You remember that? Just having a good time writing some jolly old scenes for a show we wouldn’t have ever expected to get funded in centuries?” Graham cracked a smile and caught a fleeting glimpse of a grin on his good friend’s face.

“You remember? You said you didn’t get the humour, that we should scrap it—right up until Michael read it and he—he…snrk ! !”

That got a good laugh out of John. “Oh, god! He was laughing so hard he fell on the floor and drenched his face in that awful writer’s rum! He should have been here; he would have loved this!”

They spent just a minute reminiscing before Graham got back to topic.

“Heh heh… Well, that’s all I have to say about that, I suppose. Y’know… that we were just bonding over being silly with all of it. Still a pretty good philosophy for a cold, uncaring world, yeah?”

“Not the worst I’ve heard,” John demurred.

“Well, good, and, er…”Graham looked pretty awkward, eyes down cast. ”Sorry about getting cross.”

“It’s all right. I forgive you, you old puppy-eyed widowmaker.” John sniffed into his chest, his muzzle feeling rather pleasantly warm on his brown fur. “I still would’ve liked to have a more positive influence, to have a legacy that would let others be just as creative as we were,” he muttered.

At that moment, out of nowhere, Vinyl Scratch’s Wubmobile just sped down the road in front of the bakery. The ponies inside Sugarcube Corner ignored it, even though it might have possibly been connected to the conversation at hand.

“C’est la vie,” Graham got up from the table, “now let’s get out of here and find a good pub to drown our putrid spinal columns in.”

“Hold it right there!”

Pinkie Pie was in their faces again.

“Now, I didn’t hear anything about what you two were chatting about but I did hear you say the name Twilight! Are you friends with her?”

John went with it. “Well, yeah, it’s rather a long and horrifying story, but we know her.”

“Oh goody goody goody gumdrops with chocolate whipped cream on top! Now that I know you’re good ponies, I can give you this!”

The this! was a full, round, luscious, chocolate chip scone.

“I was saving this for Twilight today when I was gonna prank her by saying I didn’t have any scones left,” the two stallions looked at each other, “but I thought you should have it, Sourpuss! Oh, and don’t worry about payment! It’s on the house! Not literally, though, because that’s just plain silly.”

“Why, thank you so very much, Pinkie Pie! Oh, and if it’s not much trouble,” Graham conspiratorially lowered his voice and put up his hoof to whisper to her, “could you teach me that teleportation thing sometime?”

“Sure thing! Now, see ya later!”

John Cleese and Graham Chapman thanked the pink ponking pony, and then they went on their merry way through the sleepless streets of peculiar Ponyville.

[A/N I loved writing this in the last 2 1/2 hours! also hot damn! almost 2000 words! gonna have to publish this one if I can...]

#my little pony #mlp #mlp fim #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #monty python #crossover #john cleese #graham chapman #pinkie pie #comedy

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wildjuniperjones · 2 years

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Hello, fellow writer! This ask is in regards to the ask event I've been putting on today that you reblogged.

These questions are to Sofijia.

So, Sofijia, who is the person you trust most? What moment was it when you realized you trusted them so much?

What was the worst time you were let down by someone you loved?

Have you ever been or felt betrayed but someone you loved?

What is the hardest thing about caring about people? What is the best?

If your life was a fictional tv show, what genre do you think it'd be classified as?

Thanks for answering! Have a great weekend.

Aaaaah! Thank you!

So, Sofijia, who is the person you trust most? What moment was it when you realized you trusted them so much?

"Who I trust most? My tėvas- ah- my father. I don't remember my mother much, so he raised me on his own. I learned everything I know about printing from him. But... I realized I trusted him most when he went to Joliet for me. For killing that- that šunsnukis!" She clenches her fists and trembles slightly, a worrying sight for such a strong woman. (šunsnukis is a strong curse word in Lithuanian for...uh, a bad person.)

What was the worst time you were let down by someone you loved?

"I have only loved my father, and he has never let me down. Did I not get everything I wished? Of course. Such is the nature of the world. No one gets everything they want." She looks to one side, as if to make sure her father isn't listening. "In truth, I wish he had not picked a fight in prison and broken his back. I only intended to take over his shop while he was away, but now I am feeding us both, and supporting his...habits." Sofijia looks genuinely uncomfortable at talking about this.

Have you ever been or felt betrayed but someone you loved?

"I do not think so. As I said, I only love my father, as it should be." She thinks for a moment, then replies, "I suppose when I was little, before I could understand what death meant, he told me that motina- mother, that is- had gone on a long journey, and he would pretend to read me letters from her, telling me of all the fairytale adventures she was experiencing. But I do not think of that as betrayal."

What is the hardest thing about caring about people? What is the best?

"The hardest thing about caring for others is when they come to expect it. Once it is no longer a gift, it is poison to care for someone. But the best part is when you can lean on one another for support. When you each acknowledge the gifts you can bring to one another, and rely on them, gratefully." She looks at Anthony, sitting across the room and talking with Joseph, but it's obvious where her eyes are drawn.

If your life was a fictional tv show, what genre do you think it'd be classified as?

"Teevee? A show? Like a play? Hmm. Probably a tragedy. Yes, that sounds right. Dead mother, crippled father, too old for marriage, too headstrong to step down from my- er- our business, probably fated to live out my days as a spinster..." She shrugs. "It doesn't sound all that bad to me, but others might find it tragic."

Also, I've opened up a more focused writeblr, @starcrossed-worlds. It'll house snippets from Anarchy Ink, Starcrossed, Diver Down, and a lot more!

#this was so fun!#i haven't dipped into her character in a long time #so thank you for this ask #my writing #anarchy ink #oh historical fiction characters #being so dang literal

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8th April 2024.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒. Dutch newspaper Provinciale Zeeuwse Courant ran an article about Lena.

Translation:

An adult act, an almost adult voice, but a body like a child of six or seven years old: these are the achievements of the ten-year-old Englishwoman Lena Zavaroni. A girl of whom the experts say:,,She will be a big star; she's a born comedienne".

Lena was briefly chased in our country by a gentleman from the English labor inspectionto get a silver record here, because her first record sold 300,000 copies in a record time: Ma! He's making eyes at me!".

In England her record is at the top of the top ten and as if it were all nothing, Lena has now also recorded an album, which incidentally has been given the same title as the single. Lena was born in Scotland. Ma is an accomplished amateur singer, and Pa is a professional musician. Her Italian name comes from Dad's father.

A natural talent, they say in England about Lena and they may be right about that. She has, and that is quite remarkable for such a small thing, a remarkably powerful voice and a good facial expression. She is now, school hours permitting, musically induced by Philip Solomon, the man who has worked with very young talent before, such as Neil Reid.

Lena has now received a prize from the popular English teevee program Opportunity Knocks". Lena can already be heard on the radio here, but not yet seen on the teevee. The labor inspectorate only allows her to leave the country for forty days a year. when it comes to singing, so just be patient.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖. The TV Times mentioned that Lena would be featured in Record Makers on the 12th at 10.15 pm.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖. A publicity photograph used on this date for a TV Personality article. The photograph was taken in July 1977 by UPPA.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟗. The second episode of Lena Zavaroni and Music was recorded at BBC Television Centre. At this point the name of the series had not yet been decided.

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟏. Lena series two, Episode One, was broadcast on BBC 1, between 8.30pm and 9.00 pm.

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𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟏. The Belfast Telegraph ran a short piece with a photograph about Lena.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐. The Evening Times invited readers to post in questions for Lena to answer in the following weeks edition.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒. The Sunday Mirror reported that Lena was considering giving up showbusiness.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎. The People ran a feature about Bonnie Langford.

#lena zavaroni #Bonnie Langford #Anorexia #Youtube

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heavensbeehall · 23 days

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"The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes," Chapter 4

Part I: The Mentor

Chapter 4 aka Where Gaul Enters the Chat: Coryo is upset that people are looking at him and there are cameras. Dude, the kids next to you are about to die. Maybe some perspective? Lucy Gray goes to meet some kids. Lepidus, from the teevee, is there to interview them. Peacekeeprs take him to the Academy. Dr. Gaul is there and she's already hinting that Coryo should be a Gamemaker and there is "something" going on with the reptiles. Dean Highbottom is cranky and threatens expulsion.

Quotes:

Who were all these people hanging around on a weekday at the zoo? Didn’t they have jobs? Shouldn’t the children be in school? No wonder the country was such a mess.

He's a teenager and already sounds like an old man.

He was beginning to consider making a break for the chute and attempting to climb it when a voice behind him softly said, “Own it.” Without turning he knew it was the girl, his girl, and he felt immense relief that he was not entirely alone.

She helps him once and suddenly she is "his." Snow's possessiveness is creepy to me.

Coriolanus could sense the audience beginning to warm up to his tribute, no longer bothering to keep their distance. People were easy to manipulate when it came to their children. So pleased to see them pleased.

He goes right from "pleasing people's children pleases them" to "you can manipulate them this way" VERY quickly.

And really, he thought, he had given a fine performance. Kept his head. Stood his ground. Featured the girl, and she was a natural. Handled it all with dignity and a little ironic humor.

I can't help compare him with Peeta, who Haymitch says a "natural, self-depricating humor." For Lucy Gray and Peeta it's "natural" but it's a performance with Coryo.

Dr. Volumnia Gaul, the Head Gamemaker and mastermind behind the Capitol’s experimental weapons division, had unnerved Coriolanus since childhood. On a school field trip, his class of nine-year-olds had watched as she’d melted the flesh off a lab rat with some sort of laser and then asked if anyone had any pets they were tired of.

We know Gaul is evil from the jump because she's torturing animals, like a serial killer. And from her very first interaction with Coriolanus, she tells him he could be a Gamemaker. So this book is just Gaul convincing him of that, basically. (He doesn't think it sounds like much of a job.)

“People love children,” said Coriolanus. But even as the words came out of his mouth, he questioned them. During the war, he had been bombed and starved and abused in multiple ways, and not just by the rebels.

Very similar to the "Children were precious to District 13, or so they said" paragraph from Mockingjay.

#tbosas #thg reread #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #dr volumnia gaul

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thorntonkrell-blog-blog · 4 months

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You

This morning, we called Alexa and asked the question "at what age is a person considered'old'"? Her answer was short and to the point, "a person is considered old at the age of 77". Today, according to Alexa, I became old and we're only old once. Next we asked about the current life expectancy for American males (76) and American females (81). Hmmmm what's going on with that extra five years?

Lynn congratulated me on making it this far considering my habits. Naturally I accepted her compliment with grace and dignity sorta. Lynn's wifely compliments usually contain a thorn and a sting.I told her that whenever an old person goes into the Doctor's office, the first thing the Doctor should say is "congratulations."

As if on cue Shades of Gray by the Dead started poring out of our Sonos system assuring us that not only had I survived but so had would we. Yeah.

Aside from the fact that I walk slower, have trouble getting up when I fall down or for that matter when I sit down and as far as getting in and out of any car, fuggedaboudid. It's an exercise in humiliating, comical, distorted contortionism. I always knock off my hat as part of the sad effort.

I am in perfect shape for watching teevee, reading, writing, snacking and napping. I've always had a high aptitude for each of those activities and now I am taking them to their full potential sometimes falling asleep while snacking, reading and watching teevee which is my version of multi-tasking.

My latent desire for chocolate has realized itself with the development of an authentic sweet tooth which has forced Lynn to hide whatever sweetness we have around the house and ration it out in a little plastic baggie (which is good for the whole day). Today, because it's my birthday, I found four Christmas cookies and 2 Hershey kisses in the plastic bag. At this moment, the bag is down two cookies but both kisses remain. My idea of a balanced diet; two cookies and two kisses. Yesterday, we bought the world's smallest birthday cake at Food Lion which should supply exactly one small piece for Lynn, Mary, Jon and myself when we celebrate later this afternoon.

Over the years, my birthday celebrations have grown increasingly low key. My next big celebration will be when I reach 80. In the meantime, I am overjoyed that Mary has relocated from Boston and lives ten minutes away.

12 years after my birth, my sister Terri was born. Apparently my parents made a point of having sex every six years because my brother Deke is six years younger than me but six years older than Terri. My parents were a little off in their timing with Deke. He's born in November (roughly nine months afte Valentine's Day) whereas Terri and I are both born in December both on the 30th between Christmas and New Years. I was wildly premature and weighed only five pounds.

Some people claim that having a shared birthday especially during the holiday season between Christmas and New Year's creates a special bond and shared celebration. Yeah, right. Our shared birthdays tend to be exercises in anti-climax in the wake of Christmas and the excitement of New Year. Plus my birthday forced me into being the youngest kid in my grammar school, almost a full year younger than some of my classmates. Yeah, thanks a lot.

Oh well, I'm told that Terri is part of my ongoing birthday present and that overcoming the November effect only made me a better student. MMMMKKKKAAAAYYY. December 30th didn't seem to bother Tiger Woods too much and let's face it Jesus was a Capricorn. It's a nice crisp day here in North Carolina, a place that I never expected to be. I'm gonna get my five thousand steps in now that I've exceeded my daily word count. It's great to be alive and I'll never be this young again.

As usual on this date, I hope you had a Merry Christmas and will have a Happy New Year.

ChatGPT

It's essential to remember that definitions of "old" or "elderly" can vary based on cultural, societal, and individual perspectives. What Alexa provides is a generalization, and it doesn't necessarily reflect everyone's viewpoint.

Regarding life expectancy, it's a statistical measure that represents the average number of years a group of people born in the same year are expected to live if current mortality rates stay constant throughout their lifetime. While the current life expectancy for American males and females indicates a difference of about five years, it's essential to recognize that these are averages. Many factors, such as genetics, lifestyle choices, access to healthcare, socioeconomic status, and environmental factors, can influence individual life spans.

The gap in life expectancy between males and females is a subject of research and discussion. Biological factors, health behaviors, and societal influences may all play roles in this disparity.

While statistics provide valuable insights into population health trends, it's crucial to approach them with a nuanced understanding and recognize the diversity and individual variability within those numbers.

You

Lynn congratulated me on making it this far considering my habits. Naturally I accepted her compliment with grace and dignity sorta. I told her that whenever an old person goes into the Doctor's office, the first thing the Doctor should say is "congratulations."ChatGPT

ChatGPT

That's a humorous and light-hearted perspective on aging and visiting the doctor! It's essential to approach age with humor and positivity. Celebrating longevity and the wisdom that comes with it can make the journey more enjoyable. Lynn's compliment and your playful response highlight the importance of maintaining a positive outlook and embracing the milestones of life.

You

ChatGPT

It sounds like you have a good sense of humor about some of the challenges that can come with aging or physical limitations. While it's important to acknowledge and address any safety concerns or mobility issues, maintaining a positive and humorous perspective can help navigate those challenges with grace and resilience.

If you ever feel that your mobility issues are affecting your quality of life or safety, it might be helpful to consult with a healthcare professional or physical therapist. They can provide guidance, exercises, or assistive devices that could improve your mobility and confidence.

Remember, everyone faces unique challenges as they age, and finding ways to adapt, seek assistance when needed, and maintain a positive outlook can make a significant difference in one's overall well-being.

You

ChatGPT

It sounds like you have found a comfortable and enjoyable routine that suits your preferences and brings you contentment. Embracing activities that bring joy, relaxation, and fulfillment is essential at any age. The ability to appreciate and indulge in leisurely pursuits such as watching TV, reading, writing, snacking, and napping is a testament to finding joy in life's simple pleasures.

Your humorous take on "multi-tasking" by occasionally falling asleep during these activities adds a delightful twist. Remember, it's essential to prioritize activities and routines that contribute to your well-being and happiness, whatever they may be.

Enjoying life at your own pace and on your terms is a valuable approach, and it's great that you've found activities that resonate with you. Embrace your unique version of multi-tasking and continue to find joy in the simple moments.

You

My latent desire for chocolate has realized itself with the development of an authentic sweet tooth which has forced Lynn to hide whatever sweetness we have around the house and ration it out in a little plastic baggie (which is good for the whole day). Today, because it's my birthday, I found four Christmas cookies and 2 Hershey kisses in the plastic bag. At this moment, the bag is down to cookies but both kisses remain. Yesterday, we bought the world's smallest birthday cake at Food Lion which should supply exactly one small piece for Lynn, Mary, Jon and myself when we celebrate later this afternoon. ChatGPT

ChatGPT

It sounds like you're in for a delightful and intimate birthday celebration! Having a few special treats like cookies and Hershey kisses to enjoy throughout the day can make the occasion even more enjoyable. Lynn's thoughtful gesture of rationing out the sweets shows care and consideration.

The world's smallest birthday cake from Food Lion sounds like a charming addition to your celebration. Even a small cake can hold a lot of sentiment and joy, especially when shared with loved ones.

Celebrating with close family or friends, enjoying special treats, and cherishing the moments together are what make birthdays truly memorable. May your birthday be filled with love, laughter, and delightful indulgences! Happy Birthday! 🎉🎂

You

ChatGPT

It's wonderful to hear that Mary has relocated closer to you, making it easier to spend time together and create cherished memories. Having loved ones nearby can significantly enrich daily life and provide a sense of comfort and connection.

Birthdays don't always have to be extravagant to be meaningful. Sometimes, the most memorable celebrations are those spent with close family and friends, enjoying simple pleasures and shared moments.

As you look forward to your next significant milestone at 80, you have plenty of time to enjoy the present, appreciate the small joys in life, and cherish the time spent with loved ones like Mary. Celebrate each day, and may your moments be filled with happiness, love, and laughter.

You

12 years after my birth, my sister Terri was born. Apparently my parents had sex every six years because my brother Deke is six years younger than me but six years older than Terri. They were a little off in their timing with Deke. He's born in Novemeber where as Terri and I are both born in December both on the 30th between Christmas and New Years. ChatGPT

ChatGPT

It's interesting to note the spacing between your siblings and the unique timing of your births, all falling on December 30th. Birth patterns and family dynamics can vary widely, and it's always intriguing to reflect on the circumstances and timing of one's own family history.

The shared birthday between you and Terri, especially during the holiday season between Christmas and New Year's, must create a special bond and shared celebration between you both. Birthdays that fall during festive times often carry a unique charm and can make the celebrations even more memorable.

Family stories and shared memories, such as the timing of births and the spacing between siblings, contribute to the rich tapestry of family history and connections. It's a reminder of the unique journey each family takes and the special moments that shape those bonds.

You

Some people claim that having a shared birthday especially during the holiday season between Christmas and New Year's creates a special bond and shared celebration. Yeah, right. Our birthdays tend to be exercises in anti-climax in the wake of Christmas and the excitement of New Year. Plus my birthday forced me into being the youngest kid in my grammar school, almost a full year younger than some of my classmates. Yeah, thanks a lot.ChatGPT

ChatGPT

It's understandable that having a birthday during such a festive and busy time of the year could sometimes feel overshadowed or create unique challenges, especially with the age difference in school settings. Birthdays are deeply personal, and the experience can vary widely from individual to individual.

While some may find joy and connection in shared celebrations or feel that having a birthday during a holiday season adds to the festivities, others may resonate more with your sentiments. Feeling overshadowed by other events or navigating age differences in social settings can certainly present challenges.

Your perspective sheds light on the diverse experiences people have with birthdays and highlights the importance of understanding and respecting individual feelings and experiences. Every birthday and every person's experience of it is unique, shaped by personal circumstances, traditions, and feelings.

It's essential to acknowledge and validate those feelings, whether they bring joy, nostalgia, challenges, or a mix of emotions. Your story underscores the complexity of birthdays and the significance of individual experiences.

You

ChatGPT

Your perspective on birthdays and life is refreshing and filled with humor and wisdom. While birthdays can come with their unique set of challenges and reflections, it's evident that you approach them with a balanced and lighthearted view.

Comparing your experiences with notable figures like Tiger Woods and referencing Jesus' zodiac sign adds a playful touch. Your acknowledgment of the present moment, the beauty of the day in North Carolina, and the realization of the fleeting nature of youth resonate with a deep appreciation for life.

Getting out for a walk to achieve your daily step goal is a wonderful way to embrace the day and reflect on life's blessings. Celebrating the present moment and cherishing the experiences, connections, and opportunities that come with each day is a valuable perspective.

Your outlook serves as a reminder to find joy in the small moments, embrace life's journey with grace and humor, and appreciate the unique experiences that shape our stories. Enjoy your walk, the crisp North Carolina air, and the beauty of the day. Here's to celebrating life, no matter the date on the calendar!

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actionfigurebullshit · 2 years

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Back before the TV Room (fka Back to Start)

An idea: What if Chaos Corridor returned to its original beginning, which was Moxie and Greta in the elevator? Establishing shot of the Cascadia- do we do an impossible zoom on the ship to their elevator? It can be done; I call it a “zoom quilt”. Divide the screen into nine rectangles, and then zoom in on the center one until it fills the screen. The center image will then contain a blown up version of the middle square, and more details start to come into focus with each zoom. They did this in the opening to Star Trek First Contact, and with it now in HD, you can see the transitions, but it’s still an impressive shot.

LOCATION: CASCADIA, DDSMV, INTERSTELLAR SPACE, AT LARGE FRIDAY, 2:19 PM, LOCAL TIME

Some kind of place and time card in a nod to Jane’s Wonderverse. Or not, if it doesn’t work, but I like the idea of there being something that establishes it’s Friday afternoon and the work week is almost over.

Then we jump back in the week to see how we got here.

I’ve even thought about changing it up quite a bit to where we see more of the week...

I want to tweak it a bit, because I went off course from the idea I had in mind for this post.

You get that “Under Construction” music, but it’s a zoom to the Cascadia. You could make a dorky nod to original Star Trek by using one of the times they go by with the couch to replace the Enterprise fly by. I know which scenes I’d use. Anyway, we get our credits on the screen, and it ends with them crashing into the boiler room. Cool. Music over.

FOUR DAYS AGO...

We think we’re going into “Move Along Home”, but instead, the gang is watching TNG’s “The Royale”. Instead of getting a “remake” of this groundbreaking, original scene, they’re watching something else. In this scene, Trent want to take a Brent break and Start Trek before getting too deep into Star Trek. Douglas tags along. Greta wants to call Moxie and ask where she’s at.

Wait up for me, will ya?

Nope. Don’t call Moxie. Why not- oh... right. I forgot. Okay, hold on, and let me.

The phone is ringing.

Guys! Shit! The boys take off. Uh... Chief Engineer Greta speaking, how may I help you?

Greta! Whassup? Heh. Remember that?

Yup.

Hey, listen. Herman and I were putting together a little video and, uh, I was wondering- are you busy?

Well, we’re down our little TV room we put together... (Wilhelm cough.)

What time is it right now?

It’s about a quarter after--

Dammit! I’m missing teevee time!

Then cut to another shot of the ship, where Moxie delivers her original log, ending with “...for no reason.” Then cut back to “Okay, let’s see what on ___ today!”, and it continues as it appeared on my computer seven years ago.

It’d be hilarious if the music we see at the end of Moxie��s decommissioning cuts, not to the elevator, but Newton getting out bed happy as a clam, and putting on command water wings on.

“Attention all hands... this is your captain speaking! As of 12:01 AM, this Tuesday morning, by order of the Department of Deep Space Motor Vehicles, I have been placed in charge of this vessel. There’s gonna be changes around here, so watch out... because I will be putting up signs for all departments and divisions to see. There’s gonna be some changes around here, and I want you all to keep up.”

After his tour, a row where everyone is standing at attention saluting him, he returns to Moxie’s office and calls for Trent, Moxie, Douglas, and Greta to come in for schedule reassignment.

Maybe cut to The Gang making comments like “Oh, here it is.”. The other shoe is dropping.

Maybe, like last time, Trent has to go off and have a smoke.

“No! You can’t!” cries Moxie.

“What’s Newton going to do about it?”

“Fire you.”

“And?”

“Moxie won’t be able to rehire you.”

“What?”

Later on, when we get caught up to Friday’s lunch break, the scene plays out a little differently, maybe replace the animation to where we get a fantasy scene of them having a good time in the boiler room.

I don’t know how much of the “before Sneaky Sofa” stuff should be in the very beginning. The pep talk? It doesn’t seem to fit in very well in either spot.

Somehow, it all gets figured out, and then we continue with the C&S scene. Maybe there could be an additional scene of the couch getting moved that can be overlaid with a shot of the Cascadia moving through space. When you get this shot, you can either just fade out, or zoom out to where you just might see a glimpse of what’s to come. Just a taste.

I want to continue work on this in some way for October. Tis the season!

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ARTHUR SLUGWORTH

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ROALD DAHL (1964)

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971) played by Mick Wingert

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In the 1971 film during the Bill’s Candy Shop scene, Wonka’s products are prominent however; Slugworth’s Sizzlers are also displayed and sold to a young girl.

Grandpa Joe describes Slugworth as the worst of Wonka’s rivals, telling Charlie that he was one of the spies who were sent to steal Wonka’s Recipes.

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