I am spending much less time outside than I would like, but I am spending much less time sleeping than I would like, and much more time working than either. I did get a walk with
spatch while there was still decent flower-showcasing sunlight.
( I've called you by your first name. )
Have some links.
1. Courtesy of
selkie: "The Queer Art of Sitting." Once I got past the mortifying ordeal of being known, I was reminded of how I wrote about Jeff Hartnett in Johnny Eager (1942), "the kind of loose-limbed, spatially careless character whose movements are best described by terms like 'sprawl,' 'slouch,' and 'drift.'" And, of course, Jeremy Brett.
2. Courtesy of same and ranking among the best eulogies I have read recently: "With Charles Grodin's Death, Hollywood's Greatest Romance Comes to an End."
3. Courtesy of
handful_ofdust: any photo of Peter Cushing and his hobbies is a good photo.
4. I wish there were any information at all on this candid of Leslie Howard at a party, but it's reasonably terrible and I love it.
5. I heard from my mother that a ceasefire was agreed in Gaza. I am glad of it. I hope the U.S. sends humanitarian aid; it is somewhere around literally the least this country can do, especially after its foot-dragging weekend. I still found this thread courtesy of
reconditarmonia depressingly worth reading. "Governments do not have heartstrings, they have interests."
I am really not over having furnished a stranger with a phrase meaningful enough to make a tag. It makes me feel unironically like Le Guin.
( I've called you by your first name. )
Have some links.
1. Courtesy of
2. Courtesy of same and ranking among the best eulogies I have read recently: "With Charles Grodin's Death, Hollywood's Greatest Romance Comes to an End."
3. Courtesy of
4. I wish there were any information at all on this candid of Leslie Howard at a party, but it's reasonably terrible and I love it.
5. I heard from my mother that a ceasefire was agreed in Gaza. I am glad of it. I hope the U.S. sends humanitarian aid; it is somewhere around literally the least this country can do, especially after its foot-dragging weekend. I still found this thread courtesy of
I am really not over having furnished a stranger with a phrase meaningful enough to make a tag. It makes me feel unironically like Le Guin.