Might be time to find out what I owe and start paying
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spatch woke me like a cat this afternoon, kneading his head against my chest. The new year feels strange and fragile and even more difficult to watch coming on than the usual future lately, but it is still the new year, so we took my niece to the reservoir for masked-and-socially-distanced tashlikh. She threw her pieces of cracker into the algae-dusted water shouting, "Not going to do that again! Definitely not going to do that!" which seems like a reasonable degree of teshuvah, tefillah, and tzedakah to expect from a six-year-old. We shared the holiday meal outdoors, including with a wasp that meticulously sliced a portion of roast chicken the size of its own body from my sister-in-law's plate and staggered triumphantly into the air with it, just skirting the fire pit as it made its escape. (It later returned for seconds.) We helped move a car on furniture dollies and came home to discover that our thermostat had impressively died. Rob took this picture of me in the afternoon:
Have some links that cheered me up.
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sholio is hosting an apropos promptfest in her comments: Hold Me: A Comfort Fest.2. Courtesy of
moon_custafer: "I Am Anxiety." Or, a well-intentioned PSA catastrophically underestimates how thirsty its target audience can get for their mental health issues when personified by Ben Mendelsohn.3. Thanks to a friend elsenet linking this tweet, I have stated for the record that while I cannot contra (or even country) dance to save my life, I would learn for the sake of a tune called "Fire Up the Harpsichord, Bartholomew." In a tradition whose tunes are all named things like "Haste to the Wedding," "Mr. Beveridge's Magot," "Smash the Windows," "Long Odds," and "Cuckolds All Awry," it'd fit right in.
oh he makes my heart race, all right
those of us who lovedthe perverted fandom for the Always Crashing In The Same Car film https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2wagAsrimQRe: oh he makes my heart race, all right
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Both of them domming someone at one time or would it be Dom!McGann v Dom!Mendelsohn? Maybe they could be persuaded to softly trash-talk each other for half an hour, for charity. I bet it would bring in a million dollars.
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Take my money.
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catastrophically underestimates how thirsty its target audience can get for their mental health issues when personified by Ben Mendelsohn.
It’s not just that, though—it’s all the deliberate little details like the gentleman’s-study setting, the leather armchair, the crisp business card, etc., that somebody in the production had to set up.
Assuming everyone involved was *not* collectively trolling a mental-health organization, the only other explanation I can think of is that none of them had *any idea* of any overlap between D/S tropes and movie-villain tropes. Which still seems amazingly unlikely, but well, perhaps we read more fanfic than they do-- I also wonder about the demographics of both the production team and the target audience.
Maybe to straight guys the scenario says “villain menacing James Bond” and not, um, “villain menacing James Bond?”
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those of us who lovedthe perverted fandom for the Always Crashing In The Same Car filmOh, my God, whose id did that fall out of?
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