Now here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
Who is the monster and who is the man?
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME
More people need to listen to the audio of this song ripped from the movie as the official soundtrack uses a completely different mix, and that is a damn shame because the original version SLAPS and has the most bombastic two-octave crescendo of an ending I have ever heard.
A 22-month-old female scaredy cat tiger appeared to get the shock of her young life when she encountered a dead leaf floating on a pool of water in the Bandhavgarh National Park, India. Clearly unusure about just what was approaching her, the partially submerged youngster’s tail shot up in the air and with teeth bared she let out her most fearsome growl - all in an effort to scare the humble leaf away.
I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(
Inspector Jack Robinson: *finds vital piece of evidence* It’s not that I resent you sleeping around
Inspector Jack Robinson: *tackles criminal* you’re an adult and I honestly don’t think there’s anything immoral about sex.
Inspector Jack Robinson: *saves gay people from institutionalized homophobia whenever possible* And of course, we’re not together, so even though I might be jealous, I don’t get a say.
Inspector Jack Robinson: *helps phryne solve life-long case* It’s not my place to police your behavior.
Inspector Jack Robinson: *Quotes poetry from memory* but these men you’re with, they’re always french dancers or wealthy race car drivers
Inspector Jack Robinson: *plays piano and sings a duet* or painters or muscle bound boxers
Inspector Jack Robinson: *goes undercover and looks dashing* And since all these men, who are obviously WAY cooler than me, never lasted more than one night…
Inspector Jack Robinson: *chases air plane on motorbike* I just don’t see how I can even compete.
Never thought I’d be so happy to listen to adverts as I am when Honda has a new radio ad campaign in the UK and I get to hear Nikolaj Coster-Waldau speaking in a sultry manner into my ears every hour or so. *smirk*
I have to say that of all the people I know, the metalheads are the ones most likely to be goofy sweethearts. I have gone to metal and industrial concerts on my own as a small-to-medium sized woman and been "adopted" by fellow concert-goers who made sure that I didn't get crushed in the crowd or harassed by unwanteds.
Huh. I never thought of it this way. It is so true. A "good" tragedy is cathartic when I think about it.
I love that comment about the author holding your hand and telling you that even though it was sad, the story still mattered and even if you don't succeed your attempts matter. That's really beautifully put.
I think a surprising amount of writers don’t realize that tragedies are supposed to be cathartic. They’re intended to result in a purging of emotion, a luxurious cry; the sorrow caused by a great tragedy is akin to fear caused by a good horror movie – it’s a “safe” sorrow, one that is actually satisfying to the audience. It can still be beautiful! It’s isn’t supposed to just be salting the earth so nothing can grow.
But that’s how you get grimdark: writers who don’t realize that they’re supposed to be doing something with the audience instead of to the audience.
I suspected this would happen, knowing the little I do about his business plans and filming schedule and Matt Shakman’s growing film/TV career, but this still breaks my heart almost as much as cancelling my entire LA trip (that I’d dreamed about for years) last year broke my heart. I had been holding on to some hope that they could reschedule the play. Fucking COVID.