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A brief appreciation of Peter Falk in Columbo, by Joe Dator in The New Yorker
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"You misspelled Weltanschauung" is one of the funniest punchlines I've ever encountered.
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but don’t worry folks, he DID hate the business world more than the art world. barely
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I really do love Alex's backstory.... I think it's one of the best in Stardew.... I have this head cannon of Dusty being from Alex's past life when he was living with his parents, being one of the only good things he had in his life while living with his father...and when his mom died, George and Evelyn didn't have the heart to leave Dusty behind because they knew how much he meant to Alex. So they brought him to the valley, but decided to keep him outside as a sort of compromise. George doesn't like dogs, but the man def has a soft spot for his grandson.
Of course this would make Dusty a very elderly dog when the farmer arrives at the town, but eh. I kind of like the idea of Alex loving his old mangy dog who's been with him forever
I want Dusty to live on the farm with you when you marry alex so bad!!!!!
(EDIT: also yes i had to give little Alex that country boy little kid mullet that some parent's give their kids. If you think that kid wasn't rocking an ugly little awkward sporty kid mullet, idk what you're on)
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yume nikki fans on dreammas eve when uboa claus has a 1/64 chance of coming down the chimney
Yume Nikki fans on dreammas night going to bed and then getting warped to the 1/5 stair case of hands event.
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The Art Deco peacock doors, Chicago 1925
i hate you shein i hate you temu i hate you aliexpress i hate you microtrends i hate you fomo culture i hate you aesthetic restocking videos i hate you constantly on the grind mindset i hate you overconsumption i hate you fast fashion i hate you tiktok influencers i hate you i hate you i hate you
the timeless classic, fucked up character of all time
Truly hate the way "did this person do something that actually harmed someone" and "do they deserve to be unpersoned for it" are considered the same question
"Do you support [person]?" is the kind of binary question that comes out of an atomized social landscape where people do not get to practice thinking about how many kinds of support there are
you can support someone being treated like a human being and not have their human rights violated while also not supporting giving them any power over others because they’ve been shown to abuse it. you can also support people living their lives and doing what makes them happy while also not supporting the idea of their lives overlapping with your own personal one because you’re just not compatible and that’s best for everyone. the world isn’t made up of two doorways that say “Perfect Moral Person” and “Person Who Needs To Be Fed To Piranhas”. that’s not rlly how it works. there are lots of doors.
"but you don't understand, only BAD people get fed to piranhas. ME and everyone i love are GOOD people so we will NEVER be fed to piranhas!"
sorry im not done gatsbyposting. the nyc celebrations for its 100th anniversary are so uniquely deranged. like here you have a book that absolutely scathes new york parties & dress-up & entertainment & alcohol & careless wealthy east coast elites. and the way the city is celebrating the 100th anniversary of one of the most beautifully written & personally devastating literary tragedies this country has ever produced is by. offering 10% off gatsby-themed cocktails at luxury bars. hosting pay-to-attend 1920s themed costume balls in the wealthiest areas of midtown. setting up penthouse hotel suites to ostensibly resemble locations from the book. a few hours ago at an exclusive private event they had the cast of the glamorous broadway musical, all in designer clothes, light up the empire state building green to advertise their show where tickets cost up to $670. one of them said the green light ‘represents the beauty of the american dream.’ i think you could power all manhattan with energy generated from the rotational torque of f scott fitzgerald spinning wildly in his grave
anyhow i celebrated this international holiday by leaving work early & dressing up & driving north five and a half miserable hours to see the empire state lit up green because this was a true once in a lifetime event & this book changed my life & i wanted to celebrate a character i loved and mourned & see a glittering green light shining on the water & reach for it like dreamers do. but even though all the websites and blogs i could find told me it would be green on the 11th—that it would blaze green all night on the 11th, and i triple checked each one—by the time i got there at 8:15 pm they’d turned it off. and the parties had happened thursday night, not friday. so i ended up alone & exhausted & rain-drenched & freezing & quite frankly absolutely crying my eyes out on the shore across from the city, just fucking stupidly sobbing above the water, wishing i could go back just a little way into the past. and THATS how you do gatsby. ill kill you all
if you don’t reblog this post im gonna explode