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❌ Hessman

A chimera cannot accept a plasma cannon

[thenewdemocratus]

WKRP Turkey Drop Episode: Arthur Carlson: 'As God As My Witness, I Thought Turkey's Could Fly'

. Source:The New Democrat  I don’t believe there has been a funnier episode in TV history and certainly not on WKRP. This is the episode that this show is known for that was a hit for I believe five season. And this show is one of the best sitcoms of all-time as far as being able to make people laugh. And having the writers and cast that can deliver the lines and perform the scenes. So this show…

[monica2024]

WKRP Turkey Drop Episode: Arthur Carlson: 'As God As My Witness, I Thought Turkey's Could Fly'

. Source:The New Democrat  I don’t believe there has been a funnier episode in TV history and certainly not on WKRP. This is the episode that this show is known for that was a hit for I believe five season. And this show is one of the best sitcoms of all-time as far as being able to make people laugh. And having the writers and cast that can deliver the lines and perform the scenes. So this show…

#1978#America#CBS#Cincinnati#Frank Bonner#Gary Sandy#Gordon Jump#Howard Hessman#Jan Smithers#Loni Anderson#Ohio#Richard Sanders#The 1970s#Tim Reid#Turkey Drop#United States#WKRP#WKRP in Cincinnati#WKRP Turkey Drop Episode

[bluesrocknrollingstones]

Mick and Howard Hessman during the Music Scene, 1969

From the Mr Hessman's collection

[trastornadosrevista]

JUDELINE, la artista española adelanta su próximo álbum con "Zarcillos de plata"

Tras el lanzamiento del videoclip de “INRI”, JUDELINE, la líder de la música de vanguardia de España, anuncia el lanzamiento de “ZARCILLOS DE PLATA” como adelanto de su tan esperado próximo álbum.

Judeline, la joven promesa emergente de la música en español, presenta su nuevo sencillo 'Zarcillos de Plata', una balada que destaca por su minimalismo y su belleza desgarradora. Este tema es el último adelanto de su esperado álbum debut, que promete marcar un antes y un después en su carrera.

La artista originaria de Caños de Meca, Cádiz, ha ganado reconocimiento tanto en la prensa especializada como entre figuras clave de la industria musical, como el productor Tainy. Acompañada por su generación de artistas como Mayo y Tuiste, y conectada con el colectivo Rusia-IDK, Judeline ha sido una pieza clave en la renovación de la escena musical española.

Con apenas una docena de canciones lanzadas, la atención que ha captado Judeline es impresionante. En los últimos meses ha revelado temas como ‘INRI’ y ‘mangata’, a los que ahora se suma 'Zarcillos de Plata', confirmando la fuerza de su propuesta artística.

Este nuevo single, producido por Mayo, Tuiste, Rob Bisel, Fwdslxsh y Simon Hessman, es una pieza de pop alternativo envuelta en la simplicidad de una guitarra y coros etéreos. En ‘Zarcillos de Plata’, Judeline narra una historia de amor complejo, lleno de noches inciertas y vaivenes, donde la rutina se vuelve una máscara que oculta la inminente imposibilidad de estar juntos.

La canción sigue explorando el universo sonoro y estético que Judeline ha estado construyendo, profundamente influenciado por su tierra natal. 'Zarcillos de Plata' es su pieza más romántica y emocionalmente honesta hasta ahora, consolidándola como una artista que se atreve a brillar fuera de las tendencias comerciales.

Judeline continúa avanzando hacia el lanzamiento de su primer álbum, y 'Zarcillos de Plata' abre una nueva ventana a su obra, mostrando una faceta más íntima y madura de esta prometedora artista.

[cawamedia]

Marco Cecioni's - födelsedagskalas

Den 11 Maj 2024 anordnade Marco Cecioni ett riktigt härligt födelsedagskalas i Hägersten för att fira sin 76-års dag. Det är ingen ålder jämfört med vännen och födelsedagsgästen Giovanni Impellizzeri som fyller 94 den 5 juni. Eddie Oliva underhöll med sång och musik för flera andra gäster som Jonas och Fredrik Hessman, Nick Nicastro med son Fredrik Wikström Nicastro, Shima Niavarani mfl. Som…

[gazellefamily]

MY CHAUFFEUR (1986)

“Less aggro Madonna type gets hired under mysterious circumstances to work as a chauffeur, but it’s weirdly nebulous who her actual boss is? Like the Chauffeurs operate in this Wes Anderson GRAND BUDAPEST-like guild and all hang out in a wood-paneled clubhouse? Presided over by Howie Hessman at his least groovy? And they have arcane rules or something and hate women. Enter DebFor, no longer a Valley Girl but SUPER charming. I had pretty minimal expectations here and her performance actually elevated this to ‘totally not bad rom-com’. I thought it was going just be boobie fun, but it’s a real movie. Also features a very good Replacements song, which tells me someone involved knows what’s up.” -Tommy Gazelle

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"Simple As Water" Premiere - 2021 Tribeca Festival

Zachary Quinto, Susan Bay Nimoy, Megan Mylan and Robin Hessman attend "Simple As Water" Premiere at Tribeca Festival 2021 at Pier 76 on June 20, 2021 in New York City.    Source: Zimbio

[asklordcaptaincastronova]

Uncomfortable question for muse of choice: how many potatoes can you fit into your mouth (and preferably not die about it)?

Hessman cannot fit any in their mouth. Because it's a tube.

[oldshowbiz]

“We will return to WKRP in Cincinnati after station identification.”

[trusoulchristmas]

Motown 25: Original Broadcast

[thejcube]

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Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends. 

Perhaps the greatest Thanksgiving show ever, WKRP in Cincinnati. 

“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly”

[cawamedia]

Hessman & Eivindsdotter vernissage

Jonas Hessman & Anna-Therese Eivindsdotter Experience the Artistry Utställning i Saluhallen mellan den 3 april (vernissage) och sedan hänger tavlorna fram till maj månad på Nybroe Smörrebröd Jonas Hessman Jonas Hessman har arbetat som fotograf i över 30 år, både med porträtt, reklam, bröllop och events. Jonas är en av de få fotografer som kommit kända profiler nära och har i och med det fått…

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jenny thewlis: bunker day one ( part one )

“Hello,” the one in the suit greets. “Thank you for joining us. We just have a few questions for you.” The men introduce themselves. The one in the suit is Agent David Wilkes, FBI. A stoic and authoritative – though not unkind – professional from the looks of things. The man in the sweater is Dr. Parker Hessman. He doesn’t appear very threatening with his thick-rimmed glasses but he’s a trauma psychologist and it’s never good when one of those are around.

“We’ll start off easy,” Agent Wilkes begins. “Just some preliminary questions as we don’t want to overwhelm you. Let’s begin shall we?”

( once again stealing gray’s formatting bc i really liked it ily gray )

prelude.

Jenny wakes suddenly, eyes shooting open as they gasp for their first awake breath. But that first shock of waking up was completely usurped by the shock that came with seeing their surroundings. They shuffled back, their back pressing into the cold metal of the bed frame as their eyes darted frantically around. Searching desperately for something familiar they could cling to. What they really wanted were the others, the girls they’d spent the last twenty days with. Shane. Specifically the wanted Shane. But the longer they looked around the room , the more they would just accept anything. They’d take one of those stupid pink journals that had littered their campsite. But they found nothing. Everything in this cold, dull room was unfamiliar. 

Then their eyes landed on it. They almost darted past it but they returned to it quickly and stayed there. A camera. They wished they could press further into the bed frame and wall behind them. They stayed there, watching it for a long, long moment before they moved. Rushing to the bathroom, dipping behind that slight wall, right next to the toilet. With their body against the cold wall, they looked back, confirming that they couldn’t be seen by camera from that position. They took a shaky breath in, letting themselves feel all the things around them in that moment. The cold wall, the warm clothes, the hard floor, the weight of their hair as it spilled messily over their shoulders. 

In the few more moments they have before door opens and their solitude disturbed, they looked around the room. The bathroom first and then back out into the main room. Their eyes lingering on each thing they could see. Bed, bedside table with a drawer, rug, lamp, glass of something– presumably water. They didn’t know what to make of all this. The room, it’s contents, how they had gotten here. But they weren’t alone much longer, poking their head around wall when they heard door open.

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Still unsure of everything, they felt they had no choice but to cooperate when told that they needed to be interviewed before they could see the others, and presumably before they could go home. They tugged at the sweater they were wearing, pulling sleeves over their hands, as they stood hesitantly on edge of main room and bathroom. As they fiddled with their sleeves  they realised that ratty friendship bracelet had been removed. They wouldn’t have taken it off. They knew that. Silently they looked to the camera again, and then back to Alex again. Moving towards the door when they were invited to. Or instructed to was probably more accurate.

interview.

1. What is your name?

They don’t answer. They hadn’t said a word besides their one question to Officer Harker. They look from the interviewers, to the camera, to the interviewers again. An undeniable nervousness, or fear encompassing them.

2. How old are you?

They don’t answer. They feel their heart thumping in their chest.

3. Where are you from?

They don’t answer. The tips of their fingers feel numb, they hold onto their sleeves to try and soothe the tingling feeling.

4. What is your nationality?

They don’t answer. Their fingers trace their wrist, remembering the missing bracelet. The missing thread. Tether, even.

5. Do you go to school? What school do you attend?

They don’t answer. They look to the camera again. Why was it being recorded, why were they being interviewed, why did it matter what fucking school they went to?

6. How do you know these girls? Did you know them prior to this retreat?

They don’t answer. They look back to the interviewers. FBI and trauma psychologist. 

7. What is the Dawn of Eve retreat?

They don’t answer. They feel their heart beating, they feel that choking feeling of fear in their throat. 

8. How did you hear about the Dawn of Eve retreat?

They don’t answer. Where were the others? Why were they alone? Where was Shane? Why were they being recorded?

9. What is your reason for attending the Dawn of Eve retreat?

They don’t answer. Their chest rises and falls as their breathing becomes more and more panicked.

10. How long was the retreat supposed to be?

They don’t answer.

( actual answers in case they are actually needed for something )

aftermath.

coming in part two.

[oferins]

erin walsh: bunker day one.

“Hello,” the one in the suit greets. “Thank you for joining us. We just have a few questions for you.” The men introduce themselves. The one in the suit is Agent David Wilkes, FBI. A stoic and authoritative – though not unkind – professional from the looks of things. The man in the sweater is Dr. Parker Hessman. He doesn’t appear very threatening with his thick-rimmed glasses but he’s a trauma psychologist and it’s never good when one of those are around.

“We’ll start off easy,” Agent Wilkes begins. “Just some preliminary questions as we don’t want to overwhelm you. Let’s begin shall we?”

( stealing gray’s formatting bc i really liked it ily gray )

prelude.

When Erin first wakes she feels heavy. And for a moment, it’s all she can feel. Like all her limbs and her body were weighed down and her mind was waiting for them to catch up. She knows the feeling. That dull heaviness, and the patchiness in her memory were hauntingly familiar. Only she wasn’t in her sister’s bed. She didn’t smell like booze and sweat and vomit. 

She felt a little startled when door opened, sitting up quickly in the bed as she didn’t know what to expect to follow the sound. For half a moment she expected her parents. For another half a moment she expected Joss, or Halima. But no. None of those. And she tried to hide her disappointment in the face of scrubbed up stranger and soon following Officer Harker. She didn’t know what to make of it. She was supposed to be home by now, right? That was– that was what she had been working for. For her, and all the others to get home. “ Thank you, ” She thanked the person who left the tray, surprised by how hoarse her voice sounded. But when Alex explained that she had been passed out for over a day, that explained the hoarse voice. Though not the groggy feeling. Maybe you agreed to a valium or something. She tried to ease herself as Alex spoke and she lifted bowl of soup gingerly to her lips. 

“ Where are the others? ” She asked once there was enough of a lull in her explanation. And again, the answer made sense but Erin didn’t find herself desperate for privacy in this moment. She’d rather see them. Know they were okay. But Alex reassures her that she’ll see them soon, and she believes her. She’s trusted Alex, she still did. And, even though she hadn’t been all successful in her attempt to help on the boat, the fact that Alex had asked her had to mean she trusted Erin to some degree as well, right? She nodded, showing she understood. She wanted to ask what the interviews were about, but maybe she could ask the interviewers. Maybe, just maybe, if she did a good enough job, then she’d get the answers she wanted.

interview.

1. What is your name?

Hadn’t she already given this information? She wondered for a moment, but not long enough for there to be a pause between their question and her speaking, “ Full name? ” She asked, allowing a beat for confirmation before she answered. “ Erin Kate Walsh. ” Maybe it was something about Officer Harker being Coast Guard and Agent Wilkes being FBI that meant they had to get the information again.

2. How old are you?

“ I’m eighteen. ” Her birthday had been the week before the flight. She had been eighteen for nearly a month and almost all of it had been on that island. Not the ideal way to start off adulthood, she thought.

3. Where are you from?

Another question she had answered before, but once again she didn’t hesitate to provide it. “ Stockton, California. ” And she would give just about anything to be there again. Anything to pull up to number 5722 Turtle Valley Drive and just be home. “ United States, obviously. ” She added with an awkward chuckle.

4. What is your nationality?

" American. ” Though, not like she could prove it. Besides her accent, she supposed.

5. Do you go to school? What school do you attend?

“ Mmhmm, ”  She nodded her head, happy to talk about about her school even if it did feel a little out of place. “ Ronald E. McNair High School in Stockton. ” Named after an astronaut, she always thought that was sort of cool. As long as you didn’t think about how said astronaut died in an explosion. “ I’m a senior and I’m hoping to go to Berkeley in the fall. ” 

6. How do you know these girls? Did you know them prior to this retreat?

Her brows furrowed a little. What a question, huh. At least the second question was easier to answer. She shook her head. “ No, I didn’t know any of them. ” Well– “ I’d met Grace once before the flight but, like, I didn’t know her name even, you know? ” She felt nervous suddenly, feeling the risk of an FBI agent and trauma psychologist know she had partaken in underage drinking holding her tight. “ Everyone else I met on the flight to Hawaii. ”

7. What is the Dawn of Eve retreat?

It seemed the moment the retreat was brought into it and everything that had occurred because of the retreat, that’s where Erin started to fumble. She didn’t read much into it, far too busy trying to come up with a good answer. The right answer. “ Um, it’s like, this feminism retreat. Like, kind of relaxing together and bonding and doing fun stuff in Hawaii. And learning together too. Kinda like a wellness thing. ” She answered, going with what she had thought the retreat was going to be, even if her and Jude’s words nagged in her mind. That sort of attitude she had about the whole thing. Like it was a punishment.

8. How did you hear about the Dawn of Eve retreat?

“ My mom heard about it through a friend, I’m pretty sure. ” She answered, nodding her head a little. At least that was what her mom had told her, that Kylie had told her about it. But it also wouldn’t shock Erin if her mom had been feverishly researching feminist wellness retreats for teenage girls. “ She does a lot of, like, that wellness stuff, you know? Healthy mind, healthy body, healthy heart. I think she wanted to go herself, honestly. ” She chuckled lightly, fondly remembering the way her mom had gushed over the brochure once Erin had agreed to go.

9. What is your reason for attending the Dawn of Eve retreat?

Oh. That’s the first question she’s hesitating to answer simply because she doesn’t want to say. She knows the answer, she knows it’s the right answer. But was it anyone’s business? “ Um, ” She scratched lightly at her arm, looking down at the unfamiliar fabric realising suddenly that she had a different shirt on now than she did the last twenty days. “ I just, like, wasn’t really– um, I wasn’t really myself, I guess. ” To a point where it was noticeable to her mom’s friends, apparently. She fiddled with the fabric of the sleeve a moment longer before she looked back up, offering a quick shrug. “ My mom thought it would be, like, good for me to have a break, I think. Meet some new people. A sort of refresh, I think. ” And in a weird way, she had gotten all those things. A break. Met some new people. And a sort of refresh. “ I was really excited for it. ” She added, not sure if that mattered but she didn’t really want to talk badly about anyone or anything to these officials. 

10. How long was the retreat supposed to be?

" A weekend. Back in time for school on Monday. ” That had been something her mom had to assure her of before she even considered going.

“Thank you for letting us speak with you today,” Dr. Hessman says. He finally puts down the pen he’s been using to write notes with the whole time. “We’re just trying to paint a picture of what’s going on here and your answers have been most helpful. We’ll see each other again soon.”

aftermath.

And just like that it’s over. Her mouth parts to ask what the interview was about, what the others had said, would there be more, when would she see them again, when would she see her family again. But none of that comes out. “ Okay, sure. ” She says instead, offering small pursed smile with it. Feeling gentle hand on her shoulder, she looks up to see the person that escorted her to the room in the first place. She starts to stand, but as she does she looks back to the two men and says “ It was nice to meet you both, ” Before she turns away and allows herself to be led out of the room. 

And though she can feel her heart racing, she holds the emotions back as she walks back through the halls. Her head turning curiously each time they passed another hallway, looking for some sign of the others. But nothing. Her features formed a small frown until she planted friendly smile as she was let back into the room she had woken in. Her room, she supposed. She turned and stood awkwardly as she watched the door close. She let go of the breath she’d been holding once it did. Maybe she was grateful for the privacy she thought as she turned around in the room again. Taking the room in properly now. Maybe she was lying to herself to make herself feel better but she didn’t think it was all that horrible. It wasn’t home. But it wasn’t the island. After a second of moving around, observing the room, she needed to find something else to distract herself. She didn’t want to think about that groggy feeling, or the reason her mother and her friends were so worried about her they suggested the Dawn of Eve trip. It only took her a moment to find notepad. She tore herself a page as she settled on the bed again, crossing her legs as she started methodically folding the paper, trying to remember how to make a star or a heart shaped ring or a penguin or anything at all.