I think this is a great argument, beautifully constructed
@pagooey
At peace, if still slightly annoyed. Seattle writer/editor, fueled primarily by coffee, lip balm, and ice cream. She/her. I’m mostly here for the cats. And the books. And the feminism. And the X-Files. Bigots can go pound sand.
I think this is a great argument, beautifully constructed
The thing that I find most striking about the Muppet show is when a guest is 100% into it. That sincerity you mention, manifested as they smile or sing or make eye contact with these little felt-and-feather beings. Kenny’s doing it here; he believes in them as much as any 6 year old.
Your timeline told me it wanted some pictures from the delightful Wes Anderson show at the Design Museum In London
I can't explain why, but "I hate Illinois Nazis" is funnier than "I hate Chicago Nazis."
If it helps, here’s Whitney and Brandy with a little more bombastic version that sticks in my head sometimes 😉
m.youtube.com/watch?v=oesL...
Abolish the legal gender marker entirely. No government can be trusted to have a database of which people have changed theirs, no government has any business tracking what your gender is "supposed" to be in the first place.
Forgive me if I’m wrong but didn’t he write a very stupid book about how there should not be a social safety net
Marry me
The Mighty Milkshake Ducks
the democratic response to the SOTU should start with “is Donald Trump a pedophile?” and from there be entirely about the files
congrats to the mens hockey team for letting a demented 80 year old sex criminal steal your shine and make himself the center of your accomplishment
Faith Ringgold, Romare Bearden
it's molting season for RFK Jr
Either, I suppose
As the world reels from the president's rant and threats of additional tariff chaos, I'd just like to remind the UK that they recently arrested someone who could probably bring down this entire house of cards with very little incentive.
But my top pick for the last 40 years has got to be this, with the footwork sequence to the call-and-response scatting with the audience.
youtu.be/zZ5gCGJorKk
Oh my GOD, I have wanted to do this for YEARS
Sooo, in 1988 my indulgent coach let teen me pick my own music, which led to me careening around frantically to the piano prelude to Billy Joel’s “Angry Young Man.” (Lyrics were not allowed yet!)
I skated in a club recital show once where the opening number included kids shoving curling stones around at high speed to “Thunderstruck.” The stones were wrapped in battery-powered twinkle lights. (So were some of the kids, if memory serves.)
I met Tonya when we were both teens! We had a shy, snarky conversation about the decrepit restroom at a local rink, way before she became notorious. She’s made many awful choices over the years, but I can never get over my soft spot for that girl in braces, laughing with me over the stinky toilets.
I remember Alysa Liu’s season before she retired, and her stress and misery and just general teenage awkwardness poured off the screen. That she could take the time to rediscover herself and her joy is already an incredible triumph; an Olympic gold is the most extraordinary bonus. ❤️❤️❤️
ALYSA MF'N LIU GOLD MF'N MEDALIST
I did get a genuine snort-laugh out of the “Stranger Things” program including Vecna (?) saying “You have already lost,” and Johnny giving that the commentator version of side-eye.
I’m happy-sniveling for her. That was gorgeous!
I can’t think of one that made me outright angry, but I was 10 when “The Empire Strikes Back” came out, and it was my first cliffhanger. I was stunned, STUNNED that a movie I’d waited for 3 years could just…stop, and the plot would not resolve until I was in middle school!!1!
Holy 💩! I was a college intern in CTW’s magazine department when Ghostwriter was being launched, but was never privy to this detail. We just interviewed kids about things like logos and colors. (Still, best job I ever had, except for not getting paid anything.)
Or, in the threat message, Super Book Lovers! Words, in some kind of order, who cares, whatever, right?
Hey, leave my uncle Gerald out of this. He’s really good at Donald Duck voice!
And the legion of staggering, groggy parents at 7 in the morning was entertaining, even as I was among their numbers. (The pizza place had beer, which made me the Happiest Auntie on Earth.)
<hesitates uneasily at “African banana pancakes”>
I spent a weekend at Disneyland with my nephews a decade ago, and the cheap motel/Denny’s/iHop/random pizza joint block we stayed in, directly across the street from the park, was indeed a well-oiled machine.