Maybe you're happy, but I hope you're sad

I understand the entire point of this profile of 1980's Bennington is the writers who came out of it and that she herself went to the Catholic University of America, but by the end it really sounds like a Liz Hand novel.

After establishing that Norman Lindsay's Man and leopard-woman in a room (1900s–10s) which I first saw elsenet without sourcing was not the product of extractive AI, I particularly admire the naturally occurring gloves on the leopard-woman and I expect the next drawing in the sequence to have shown his dressing gown in shreds and no leopard-woman to be seen.

I am not any more pleased with this month after hearing that Joan Plowright just died.

And the enormous sense of license it provides

I didn't realize there had been a remastered and further expanded edition of David J's V for Vendetta (1984/2006/2019), the EP of incidental music for the graphic novel which I acquired originally in grad school from the wide-open internet where people cheerfully shared 128-bit rips of dead-out-of-print vinyl. I have not yet listened to the newest tracks, but the vamp of "This Vicious Cabaret" contines to owe a debt to Kander and Ebb that can be heard from the next dystopia over. This entire week was like running full-tilt into a brick wall. I couldn't even watch movies. I feel I am in the wrong worldline for recovering next week.