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you're telling me an egg fried this rice?
"boy" who fried the rice: hey why is boy in quotes like that
My review of The Amazing Digital Circus under the cut. Spoilers for the last act. Do not look if you haven't seen it.
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He's suing them over it for $25M.
Wyland has said any financial recovery from the suit would support public art, ocean conservation, and environmental education through his foundation.
"This should have been an opportunity to show the world that global sports, public art, and environmental stewardship can stand together," he said. "Instead, a landmark was painted over. We want to do our part to make sure that what happened here does not become the standard for how public art is treated in cities across America."
I went out and saw The Amazing Digital Circus: The Last Act today at my local theater and I have to say, I'm glad I did.
The feature itself was about what I expected for being the final episodes of an indie project. It was a little messy and heavy-handed. Any subtext was barely allowed to remain unsaid. Beautiful. I cried more then I expected and for more than one emotion. I could complain about little things, but who cares. None of this is really why I'm glad I went or why I'm writing this post.
I've been pretty disconnected from pop culture and uh... any sort of community for quite a while, so I had missed TADC really becoming a thing outside of a couple jokes about it, so it wasn't until I saw Lilith of Nightmare Kart fame posting about it that I had reason to ask "wait, it's actually good?" and give it a shot. I stayed up till like, 3am that night watching episodes. The show is, in fact, good.
But, being that I've forgotten how to post and everything else, I did not go jump into any sort of fandom. I did not rewatch a single episode until today. I certainly spent time rotating some of the characters and the plot points in my mind during long shifts at work, but I did not go back and analyze scenes for background details or secrets or what have you. It was, and still mostly is, just a show I enjoyed and occasionally went "hmm, I could go for another episode of that, is the next one soon?" and normally it was.
Which brings me to why I'm glad I went: I was surrounded by (older) kids who absolutely were obsessed with the show. They used the smaller theaters for my local showings, but each of them were pretty packed. Not fully sold-out, but way more than some of the Fathom Events I've been too. And having a crowd that cared more than me was fun for once. I got to my seat pretty close to showtime and was near the front, so I didn't get to see much of the audience come in (and I didn't want to be a rubbernecking freak staring at people) but it was fun watching a couple groups and going "ah, those are the kids who care about this and those are the parents being dragged along - wait, is he wearing the shirt from the western cartoon about rock people? nvm"
To my right, there was a father and his daughter. They had a good rapport with jokes and stuff before the movie started and during previews. She had a number of comments throughout like, "that's what she said in the first episode," but his statement of "I'm very confused" at the end will stick with me for a while. It was very cute.
To my left, was a group of three teenagers. They happened to be ahead of me as I was walking in, so I got a better look at them. I assume they were either middle school age or early high school, given their size and energy. And, of course, I instantly knew they'd be joining me in the theater because they were dressed up. Not as characters from TADC, no. I assume two of them were Chainsawman characters? White button-downs, black pants. One in a black wig, one with bunny ears and a tail. The last was in a black cocktail dress with opera gloves. Reused Halloween costumes? Is this just normal for them? Are they someone's "Kakashi from Accounting"? I still don't fully get it, but oh - how I wish I could be a little freak like that. Amazing energy.
They (and a few others, I think) sang along to the musical number in Ep.8, which I know some folks might complain about, but it did enhance the showing for me - borrowing their excitement and all that.
One of them was dangerously invested in shipping. The gasps and comments as characters got closer did rouse a voice in my head that wanted to say "there's more to a story than romance and relationships," but I can't deny there was another that said, "no no, she's right."
I don't really have a big conclusion here. I enjoyed myself. I saw more than just a little of myself in the characters on the big screen. I felt connected to the people around me. My heart felt fuller that it has in months and I wanted to write something down to record that before time wears it away.
taking away a clowngirl's makeup telling her she doesn't have to be a clown she can just be a normal silly billy and correcting her any time she tries to juggle until she gets sadder and sadder and eventually stops talking altogether and just communicating via gestures and realizing with horror you've created a mimegirl
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Iâve had this queued for 4 fucking years so itâd be reblogged on a Monday. the next time this can be accurately reblogged is in 6 years
I think a lot of transmisogyny stems from this idea that people are really scared to see a dick. The reason bathrooms and locker rooms and hot springs keep being flash points is because these are all places where if a trans woman is using them, it's possible you might see her dick. A lot of transmisogynistic humor revolves around being traumatized because the subject saw a woman with a penis. And look, to a certain extent I sympathize. I'm not a fan of dick; I dont want this thing either. But if you want to be an ally to trans women, I think a big important step you can take personally is to examine your own reaction to the scenarios I described above, and recognize that a dick is just a body part a girl has sometimes. Seeing it as inherently sexual and/or traumatizing is a major wedge conservatives use to justify their rhetoric
I /really/ love Evangelionâs user interfaces. The problem I have with most modern science fiction UIs is that theyâre way too polished for no reason. Stuff like mining rigs, or military vehicles- they all have this over-nice reactive UI that bounces and squiggles whenever characters touch them. Who would program any of this shit? Not only that, but thereâs a lot of bullshit shapes that show no meaningful information to the user. This is why I love the computer/set design of Evangelion (and also stuff like Alien). They look and feel beat up. Used. Real. When I look at Evangelionâs UI, Iâm reminded of oscilloscopes and other things real engineers use. Sure thereâs a lot of noise on the screen, but all of it feels like it could MEAN something to someone in-universe.
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They should let you vomit a black sludge and when you are done you feel better about yourself. Also the black sludge forms into an evil clone you can make out with.
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When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told âKay, you canât go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.â And I sputter and object but they donât hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.
I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about âmen in dressesâ, about people who âgot their dicks chopped offâ, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.
And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldnât bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.
And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And theyâre still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.
That is, if she doesnât kill herself first.
I know this is a really heavy post but if you read it and you appreciated it, Iâd appreciate it in return if you reblogged it. This is really important to me and I want people to read it and understand it. Thank you.
I identify the most with the woman who has a green velvet ribbon around her neck and keeps being like "DONT untie my neck ribbon or something really bad will happen" and then her husband unties the ribbon and her head falls off. this is extremely real to me. spent my whole life like "please don't do this thing to me or really bad stuff will happen" and everyone around me being like "that sounds fake" and doing it anyway. and then my head fell off!
im going to be referencing this forever
obsessed with the person on reddit whoâs been reading thier mum who knows nothing about pokemon the bulbapedia descriptions and then she draws what she thinks they look like from that alone
i love you slightly unhinged old british storybook style pokemon that illustrate the importance of accurate text descriptions i hope reddit user BazF91 and his mum are having a great day <3
Happy Birthday Carrie Fisher! [B. October 21st, 1956-â]
âWhen I love, I love for miles and miles. A love so big it should either be outlawed or it should have a capital and its own currency.â - Carrie Fisher
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