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It’s always “why did you get in the river” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the river The river looked fun was it fun
Very fascinating to me how many people are very much not a fan of caves. I fucking love caves. I'm very much a Holy Shit a Cave! Let's Go Inside type of person. I never even considered other people were not like this until the last couple years when i started seeing No We Don't Need to Go In The Cave posts. Y'all really don't want to go to the cave? But like it's a cave. There's so much cool stuff in the cave. If i don't go to a cave at least once every 3 years I feel a deep internal agony. Let's go to the cave!
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anyways. stream tyrant (2027) starring hudson williams
my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.
my body is a cage.....
back on your sofa, of course i still care
I wish I could have heard you sing this… I bet you have a beautiful voice
WIDOW'S BAY 1.05 "What To Expect On Your Trip"
literally during episode 1 of widow's bay i said, this would be so perfect for chris fleming, get him on season 2. little did i know
succession is as much about sexual abuse and incestuous abuse as it is business. logan lords over the children in all aspects of their lives, including the sexual, he is invasive because he is surveillance, he is news, he is the world. he goes missing from their childhoods to spend his time aiding and abetting and wining and dining sexual abusers and rapists, who he then brings home to them, because work and family are one, and the home and the office are one. he spends their adulthood covering it up and pawning them off to aid in managing the fallout. roman is sexually perverse and anorexic, shiv is hypersexual and transactional, kendall is infertile and oedipal. there was a dog cage and roman kept wetting the bed because kendall locked him inside and fed him dog food and they both 'enjoyed it' and logan used this or orchestrated this to find the runt and send him away, "you got two fighting dog's you send the weak one away, you punish the weak one". shiv is a daddy's girl and the favourite, in his varying states of delirium she becomes his wives and he drags her hand down to grope him under his clothes. kendall is groomed his entire life and toyed with and discarded over and over in a perverse push and pull of intimacy and violence that logan enacts as business and as sex, because in succession sex and business are interchangable. "sometimes it is a big dick competition."
Good Morning by Jusbox
I am terribly sorry. I really am. Nothing pains me more than taking up a greater quantity of time and space than should be allotted to one person, and I truly hope I am not doing that now. Yes, this humble review is a good deal longer than most others, but if I were to shorten it any further than I already have, I believe it would be utterly useless. I have carefully considered the following words, and after lengthy deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that each and every one of them is necessary to provide a robust review of this unique, aromatic elixir.
There was a period of time three years ago during which I was unemployed, with little to fill my days. At first, I found this quite enjoyable. I have spent much of my waking life toiling for the enrichment of others who are significantly more wealthy than I, so it felt nice to be able to spend my time as I pleased, doing as much or as little as suited my current appetite.
I would often spend cool mornings ambling hither and yon, traversing the boulevards of the neighborhood in which I lived, looking into the windows of shops, admiring the warm, inviting smells of cafes and bakeries, and sometimes sitting on a well-worn bench near a small pond in a verdant park.
I will admit that I would occasionally lose myself in delicious daydreams during these delightful detours. I know that it is not at all polite to become unaware of one’s surroundings while on a public thoroughfare, but nevertheless, I would periodically find myself in unfamiliar areas without any recollection of having walked there. This was usually not a problem. I could wander as much as I pleased, paying little attention to where I was going, and instead, feasting my senses on the simple pleasures that surrounded me. Unfortunately, my selfish reveries did get me into a bit of trouble from time to time.
While admiring the sights and sounds of splashing waterfowl as I passed a small yet lively pond, I was struck by an oncoming jogger. I am still uncertain of precisely what happened. I assume that I walked off of my designated lane of the sidewalk and onto the other side, but it is impossible to say for sure. What I do know without a doubt is that the jogger, who was much more sturdily built than I, knocked me to the ground.
Rather than stop to ask if I had been harmed, the man simply continued on his jog, but not before letting fly a great gob of sputum in my direction. Thankfully, he had trouble aiming his wet missile, and I was able to avoid the incredibly insulting embarrassment of having to wipe a stranger’s mucus from my face and body while lying on the filthy sidewalk.
Once I was able to do so, I picked myself up and chased after the shirtless, exercising man who had so rudely clobbered and spat at me. I am generally not one to do such a thing, but I was so upset at the time that I felt compelled to catch up to the stranger to allow him the opportunity to beg my pardon. Of course, I planned to offer him my forgiveness once he had done so. After all, the collision may very well have been at least partially my fault.
After a good deal of running, I reached the man. He had not slowed down, and I believe my sudden appearance by his side frightened him a bit. With a look of surprise and disgust, he stopped his jogging, removed the headphones from his ears, and slapped me across the face with incredible force. I stood there, bewildered, holding my quickly reddening cheek, as my eyes filled with tears. I asked the man why he had done this. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and with a trembling voice, told him that I would not stand for such treatment. I demanded that he apologize for his unacceptable behavior, for knocking me down, spitting toward me, and slapping my one and only face.
It was then that he, with seemingly no effort, lifted me off of the ground, carried me across the street, and threw me into a large, marble fountain which sat in front of a towering municipal building. He once again spat at me, turned, and continued on his jog. I was dumbfounded.
I sat in the fountain for some time until a security guard approached me, telling me that I would need to leave. I tried to explain what had happened, but he quickly stopped me and said that he had watched the entire scene unfold. I asked him why he hadn’t attempted to intercede, but he simply repeated that I must leave immediately unless I wished for him to contact law enforcement. With this, I stood and began my long, damp journey home.
This awful incident stuck with me for quite some time. I would often wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, thrashing about, feeling as if I were being carried toward the fountain by the monstrous jogger. These nightmares continued for months. It wasn’t until nearly a year later that, by pure accident, I came upon Good Morning by Jusbox in a perfume seller’s shop. Upon removing the cap and smelling this redolent fragrance, I was transported. I was immediately reminded of the smell and feeling of sitting in the cool, clear fountain water on that fateful summer morning.
It may seem counterintuitive to want to envelop one’s self in something that reminds one of such an awful time, but I felt that doing so might help conquer my incessant nightmares and flashbacks. I asked the shop’s owner if I might purchase a full bottle of this intriguing brew. She confirmed that there were several in stock. She left me and returned a moment later with the attractive bottle in hand. It was then that I remembered that I had been mugged at gunpoint just twenty minutes prior, and as such, I was then without my billfold.
With great embarrassment, I apologized and left the shop empty handed. Even after I had replaced my bank cards and purse, I never did return to purchase the bottle of Good Morning by Jusbox. You see, the nightmares had stopped. It only took a single sniff to bring me back to that awful moment, and in doing so, vanquish the painful memory which had been haunting me.
The odor was the cure, and for that, I am sincerely thankful.
in this post, I will use complit to explore the bodyswap theme in Nona the ninth. in january i read isle mcelroy's people collide, a pretty good litfic novel with a great premise: a husband and wife experience an unexplained body swap and have to adjust to possibly permanent life in a body that is both wrong and right for them in unexpected ways. mcelroy's very thinky treatment of this idea really crystallized and brought forward some ideas I had about palamedes, camilla, and paul on my most recent ntn reread. mcelroy's novel focuses mainly on the husband now living in the wife's body, who discovers shortly after waking up that way that his wife, in his body, has disappeared. when he finds her again she is preternaturally confident and self-satisfied, while he has struggled with his self-image and self-conception, but also found things to love about being in her body. in their scenes together upon reunion, especially the sex scenes, there is some really delicious focus on whose body is whose. this is partly done through clever wordplay and partly through narrator commentary. this is what really made me start thinking about palamedes and camilla.
nona, expert of the body, is constantly Noticing who is in camilla's body at any one time. if she doesn't know, it is assumed to be camilla until proven otherwise. even in scenes like palamedes' conversation with the angel (in the classroom, day 4), where we can tell its palamedes before nona explicitly says so, nona's narration is very specific about when the switch happens.
Camilla took her dark glasses off and folded them up neatly, to put in her breast pocket. Then she said quietly -- "May I ask a question?" Nona glanced up at Camilla's face, just to confirm it. "Go ahead," said the Angel, smiling without her eyes having anything to say about it. "Back on Lemuria, or anywhere else," said Palamedes...
this switch is notable to me for two reasons. first, as mentioned above, Nona is careful to refer to the person as Camilla, even though it is clear to us in hindsight that the switch must've happened at the very least before the coordinated trip intended to read the Angel's body with necromancy. second, camilla's body is still camilla's body, even with palamedes inside. this is even clearer later in the scene, with the line "Palamedes stepped Camilla's body forward." in the passage above, nona is looking at camilla's face, but not at camilla. to me, this kind of word trick is one of muir's most impressive and subtle talents.
practically every time nona witnesses a palamedes/camilla switch, she notices little details like the above. it underlines the theme of body ownership again and again. it is camilla's body, palamedes can only pilot it temporarily. to nona, it is never his, even for a moment. i think that this is part of what it so absolutely world-shakingly terrifying for nona about paul, and why paul's emergence foretells nona's understanding of the "middle thought." nona doesn't know basically anything about necrocav dynamics, and as an outside observer, she doesn't understand the way palamedes had rights to camilla's body (even if he rarely exercised them) even before inhabiting it. so when she witnesses paul, she is watching what we can understand as a logical endstate of their lifelong relationship, but what she can only understand as a complete and final subsuming of a body that was always only camilla's. nona has been told for the entire book up to this point that the body she's in does not belong to her, and paul forces her to finally face the reality that she might genuinely lose rights to it.
to bring these thoughts together, both muir and mcelroy are building on the idea of bodily autonomy and ownership. they both futz with who lives in a body in order to create strange, heightened, circumstances. and they both highlight those moments with clever wordplay around who is acting in who's body at a given moment. with mcelroy, we are inside the bodyswap, and it is a very intimate experience centered almost entirely on the two characters. with muir, nona's view of camilla and palamedes is our primary focus for this theme. it might be easy to forget that pyrrha, judith, ianthe, kiriona, and nona herself are all also in similar body-ownership plots, because they receive even less focus. its certainly one of the main themes of this book, as well as the series as a whole. it feels obvious, but the complexity and depth of the execution is underdiscussed.
you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life
i think being able to identify and deconstruct an irrational feeling should make it go away. i literally solved your riddle puzzle master can u let me OUT the damn TORTURE LABYRINTH
it must feel good as fuck to walk on the surface tension of water as a bug