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"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).

Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger

June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.

Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.

He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.

Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"

Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.

From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."

From another obituary:

He served valiantly in every way.

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It looks like the Library of Congress is finally wrapping up the processing of the Sondheim papers! According to the link below, the music and lyrics will be available to researchers by July 1, with the rest of the papers and a full finding aid available later in the summer. (I assume they’re saying “acquires” because that’s a more interesting headline than “finishes documenting”—we‘ve known for decades that Sondheim had promised his papers to the LOC.)

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"actively hungry" + "none of the foods sound good at all" is one of the worst combinations. who let this happen

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Here’s an invaluable writing resource for you.

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Blade Runner (1982)

Syd Mead's gorgeous Blade Runner's interiors

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ok but give me one good reason why you wouldn’t date Kermit the frog besides that he is a puppet and a frog

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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

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me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten

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I dunno if context will help, exactly, but: This is the final image from [the untitled book], published in 1971 and collected as part of Amphigorey Too. It's entirely set in this little courtyard: The boy appears at the window, and a variety of strange beings appear from various points (the tree, behind the house, over the wall, from underground). They have a merry frolic for his amusement until they are startled by… a ghost? a meteor? It's something big and dark in the sky, anyway, and the party rapidly breaks up. Each panel is accompanied by a tiny fragment from a nonsense poem: Hippity wippity, / Oxiborick; / Flappity flippity, / Saragashum; / Thip, / thap, / thoo. / Thumbleby stumbleby, / Ipsifendus; / Rambleby rumbleby, / Quoggenzocker; / Hip, / hop, / hoo.

Like this:

There. Doesn't that make more sense now?

no artist can ever make anything as relatable as edward gorey drawing a shrewd little man looking out upon a barren ass landscape & the only caption he chose to describe this intensely bizarre scene is “hoo.”

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Two years after being tasked with commissioning a review of medical evidence surrounding gender-affirming care for trans youth, Utah’s own state health department has concluded that trans healthcare bans “cannot be justified.” The Republicans who commissioned the study aren’t too happy about it.

Back in 2023, Utah Governor Spencer Cox signed a bill that placed an indefinite “moratorium” on doctors prescribing gender-affirming care like hormone therapy and puberty blockers to trans youth. That bill ordered the Utah Department of Health and Human Services to compile their report in order to produce recommendations for the state government on whether or not to lift the moratorium.

This week, the department delivered their long-awaited, over 1,000-page report — which is dated August 6, 2024 — to Utah lawmakers. The report’s authors found that “the consensus of the evidence supports that the treatments are effective in terms of mental health, psychosocial outcomes, and the induction of body changes consistent with the affirmed gender in pediatric GD [gender dysphoria] patients.”

The authors added that “the evidence also supports that the treatments are safe in terms of changes to bone density, cardiovascular risk factors, metabolic changes, and cancer.” Trans youth who had received gender-affirming care were within the bounds of normal, non-pathological ranges for these conditions.

y’all this is huge. please don’t “water is wet” all over it! I understand that we all already know this… The point is that the world doesn’t know or care or believe and so these studies really fucking matter!

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y'all ever reach the end of google

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Félix Del Marle, Heptagones, 1946

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Happy Pride, monsterfuckers.

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If this is the closest I ever get to that moment of recognition, I'll take it. Hello! 🤜 🤛

it's kind of sad that we don't really do custom ringtones anymore. most people just stick with the default list that comes with your phone, if they change it at all. if they're even aware they can change it at all. like yeah, people letting their phones ring in public is obnoxious, but wouldn't it be a little less obnoxious if it was something funny? or personal? people used to change the text tone of every contact so every time they got a text they knew who it was just from the sound. isn't that sweet? isn't that nice? don't you miss it? don't you want to scream when you hear that stupid apple pa-Ting!??? we could have a chorus of awoogas and clips of people's favorite songs and recordings saying '(blank) IS CALLING, WARNING, (blank) IS CALLING' and all things considered i would prefer that over pa-Ting!, pa-Ting!, pa-Ting!, whistle whistle, pa-Ting!

anyway im going to change my ringtone to the oldschool skype call sound and nobody will ever hear it because my phone is always on silent but i'll know. i'll know