And last night I dreamed of a wrecked, bruised, storm-skied city, tangled in post-apocalyptic piles of rubble and scavenging reconstruction, that was also in some capacity the afterlife or the otherworld. I guess it's time to rewatch Cocteau's Orphée (1950), but jeez.
1. Courtesy of a friend who is not on Dreamwidth: Lizabeth Scott photographed by Allan Grant in 1947. That would have been the year of Desert Fury, a Technicolor noir I still need to see. It co-stars Mary Astor and is legendarily queer.
2. Courtesy of
spatch: the annotated Rude Food. Not safe for work. Possibly not safe if you ever want to eat some of these foodstuffs again.
2.5. Chaser, also courtesy of Rob: that one time a columnist talked trash about Marilyn Monroe and she responded by rocking a potato sack.
3. I realize I may be falling into the same nostalgia-measuring trap described in this cogent article about Gamergate, gatekeeping, and Ernest Cline's Ready Player One (2011), but is there any reason that Cline's Armada (2015), which according to this article "takes the premise that the video game industry is actually a secret government strategy meant to train civilians to fight against an alien invasion—so when the aliens come, gamers are the human race's best hope of survival," is not considered merely a ripoff of The Last Starfighter (1984)? Without even Robert Preston?
4. I know David Niven was a real person, and I know Milt Wolff was a real person, but please understand why I say that this photo of Milt Wolff looks like a David Niven character.
5. I went back to check on that overfishing-awareness project that photographs actors and fish and found Imelda Staunton and a blonde ray and suddenly all I could hear was a line from the first production of Gypsy I ever saw:

"What will I do when big hats go out of style?"
1. Courtesy of a friend who is not on Dreamwidth: Lizabeth Scott photographed by Allan Grant in 1947. That would have been the year of Desert Fury, a Technicolor noir I still need to see. It co-stars Mary Astor and is legendarily queer.
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2.5. Chaser, also courtesy of Rob: that one time a columnist talked trash about Marilyn Monroe and she responded by rocking a potato sack.
3. I realize I may be falling into the same nostalgia-measuring trap described in this cogent article about Gamergate, gatekeeping, and Ernest Cline's Ready Player One (2011), but is there any reason that Cline's Armada (2015), which according to this article "takes the premise that the video game industry is actually a secret government strategy meant to train civilians to fight against an alien invasion—so when the aliens come, gamers are the human race's best hope of survival," is not considered merely a ripoff of The Last Starfighter (1984)? Without even Robert Preston?
4. I know David Niven was a real person, and I know Milt Wolff was a real person, but please understand why I say that this photo of Milt Wolff looks like a David Niven character.
5. I went back to check on that overfishing-awareness project that photographs actors and fish and found Imelda Staunton and a blonde ray and suddenly all I could hear was a line from the first production of Gypsy I ever saw:

"What will I do when big hats go out of style?"