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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2019-08-10 02:49 pm

Haul away, you rolling king

So the first pieces of news that greeted me when I woke up were the death of Jeffrey Epstein and the punishment of Arisia for supporting a strike, neither of which was a great chaser to the realization that yesterday's excruciating headache did not have the decency to buzz off overnight, but I also saw via [personal profile] spatch this wonderful production still of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension (1984):



It is so effectively in character and outside the plot that it looks like fanfic. Have some links.

1. Elie Mystal and Ken White, "Should the North Carolina Gun Store Billboard Targeting 'The Squad' Be Unconstitutional?"

2. Ethan Siegel, "Astronomy Faces a Field-Defining Choice in Choosing the Next Steps for the TMT."

3. Philip Miller, "Biennale." The magazine is dedicated to islands, which I love.

I was supposed to spend the day with my niece, but the current circumstances are looking like spending the evening with her. She wants to watch Ponyo (2008), which I haven't seen in almost a decade. I think I can manage to do that.
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[personal profile] pameladean 2019-08-10 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, to hell wotj the Marriott and the horse they rode in on.

That photo is just pure gold.

I love Ponyo. In addition to its other beauties, it has the best weather. I hope you and your niece have a lovely evening.

P.
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[personal profile] pameladean 2019-08-10 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't tell either, about the photo, which makes it seem to exist in two worlds simultaneously. You said it was like fanfic, and that's a quality of some fanfic.

I didn't know Playmobil had vultures! That's awesome.

P.
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[personal profile] pameladean 2019-08-10 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Also, I regret my extraneous opinion, which was based on an only partly rational loathing of all things Marriot, but I don't seem to be able to edit it. My apologies.

P.