> dad asks me the previous day if I’m going to be serving at church (I volunteer at children’s church)
> i don’t really answer, but I’d had a tiring and draining day that day so I didn’t think I was going to go (and deal with an even more tiring day)
> next day
> ended up sleeping through my early morning alarm anyway (church is farther so we have to get up before the sun rises to be there before everyone)
> didn’t even remember that it was serving day until dad calls me
> he’s already at church, serving in the parking lot
> tells me he met someone he knew from years ago
> the guy who told my dad “I bet she gon be fine” (about me) when I was TWO YEARS OLD
> dad had also told me about said guy literally the day prior to that Saturday in some other conversation (since I obv wasn’t old enough to remember him the first time)
> “speak of the devil and he shall appear” ahh
> and guess what
> weird guy says the SAME THING about me to my dad AGAIN (“i bet she fine”)
> guy has a wife and daughters of his own btw (who are hopefully safe)
> dad did not appreciate that comment the second time around either
> guy tried to deflect by saying “kingdom fine” (whatever that means, as if Heaven would EVER be okay with this) but dad wasn’t buying it
> dad tells me all this information over the phone
> no longer feel bad about missing church
> am now grateful bc otherwise I might’ve met that creep
> love my church but I sure am glad I didn’t go THAT day
> praise the lawd (for keeping me at home) ✝️ 🙌🏽 🌟
never lost interest in a guy faster than when he said he "pretty much used ChatGPT for everything." like i actually felt the disgust crawl up my spine.
The suits at NBC, in an effort to boost ratings, pressured Gene Roddenberry and Fred Freiberger to add Mister Ed, the Talking Horse, to the cast of Star Trek.
On season 2
Lenore Zann: Rogue is on what we call the hero's journey. She will move Heaven and Earth to try and find justice for Remy and by the end of season one she ain't satisfied yet, so expect to see more of Rogue on her journey and buckle up your seat belt because you are going to be in for a wild ride.
Would you ever write or direct an episode of X-Men if given the opportunity?
Lenore Zann: Wow, you know I think we have amazing writers and I don't think I would feel, I mean I definitely am interested in helping to talk about different storylines and I've actually been doing that. I met with Matt Chauncey our new showrunner head writer and we talked about some stuff that I thought would be really good/cool for Rogue in season 3, and so I'm pretty excited about that. We seem to be on the same page, which is wonderful, so I'll say that. (x)
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Okay, this interview was done a few days ago, putting it after Lenore had recorded her lines for the rewritten version of season 2, so it sounds like Rogue's character trajectory has stayed pretty much the same even if the story may have changed. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but season 2 looked to have Rogue focused on saving Remy, so it should be all right. AoA in season 3 is what I was really dreading and that's gone now, so... bullet dodged.
Also good that her and Chauncey are on the same page; Lenore is one of the biggest Romy supporters there is, so if he hopefully feels the same way, that could save us from a lot of the headaches season 1 caused.
And Chauncey's been keeping his head down so far, (probably a smart idea) but from a couple different accounts, he seems to be a nice, normal guy in all the ways that Demayo wasn't, which is encouraging. His writing is going to be a wait-and-see, of course, but as long as he's not involved in any scandals or controversies, it won't take much for him to be a step up from his predecessor.
Mewtwo Strikes Back - IX. Mewtwo Fucking Kills a Child
Mewtwo goes off, lashing out at Mew for all he's worth. After multiple attempts, he manages to land a Shadow Ball. But Mew returns it to him, proving their will to not back down from this fight.
Mewtwo takes his army of clones and declares that this will be a battle to decide who's truly "real", then boasts that the clones were made far stronger than the originals. With Meowth translating for those of us who don't speak squeaker, Mew returns the challenge, claiming that the real ones are the real ones, and they won't lose to some two-bit copies.
The armies collide and it's difficult to tell which Pokemon is on which side. As the battle rages and the combatants exhaust themselves, a pall falls over the arena, and the observers conclude that this is pointless. They're killing each other for no good reason, because both the originals and the clones are valid living creatures.
Ash, Pikachu, and Meowth all come to the same conclusion: This fight is stupid and pointless. The question Mewtwo posed is, "Who is more real: The originals or the clones that are harder, better, faster, and stronger!?" There is no right answer to Mewtwo's question because the question is wrong. Both sides are living, valid creatures. Everybody here is real. But the fight rages on nonetheless, until both sides have exhausted themselves.
All but Mew and Mewtwo, whose statblocks make everyone else looks like shit, and can thus sustain their fight well beyond the others'.
Realizing that everyone loses regardless of who wins, Ash throws himself between Mew and Mewtwo right as they resume their assault on each other. He dies immediately. And not in the funny haha way. Child is dead. His corpse turns to stone to illustrate just how dead he is.
Pikachu tries to defibrillate Ash back to life, but his heart won't start back up. Dead is dead. But then, through some sort of unexplained Disney magic, the tears of all of the Pokemon flow into Ash and restore him to life.
Mewtwo does not comment on this at all, but he does accept the point that Ash and the others made. Everybody here is valid. He also figures it'd be best for nobody to remember this ever happened and wipes their memories.
Boy, it's a good thing Ash came back to life inexplicably. Can you imagine? Misty and Brock wake up one morning to find Ash's corpse hastily stuffed upside-down in a sleeping bag like "Eh, good enough", and they will never know what happened last night.
You ever have a friend who just completely derails your life with their drama every time you run into, talk to or even hear about them?
Got one like that. We’ve been trying to help him for months in a Movie of the Week level family drama situation that has, along with some other stuff, totally eaten my life. And now, things have gone from bad to cartoonishly awful, in one night.
(Now edited for clarity. I shouldn’t write when I’m that pissed off, sorry!)
The Cast
Me: Gold medalist in competitive napping
My man: Has lived with me almost two decades, there’s rings involved, you get the idea
Gonk: A formerly close friend of ours who is making himself less close with every damn day that goes by as he slowly transitions from a cinnamon roll to an ego-burdened military douche. Calling him Gonk because he increasingly, stubbornly, refuses to listen to even basic common sense if it gets in the way of what he wants to do
GFF: Gonk’s friend who has been putting him up until Gonk starts Basic Training in another state
Evil Sister: Gonk’s sister, a raging assclown whom I sometimes call the Wicked Bitch of the East--with good reason
Our friend Gonk is the sort who never, ever, EVER contacts us unless he needs something, and he’s caused all kinds of disruption, but we’ve stayed loyal as hell and supported him. I was even going to move this guy into my house before he torpedoed that plan with a set of Bad Life Decisions. (Long story I’ll cover later).
Bit of backstory. Gonk has a very bad relationship with his sister, who is a far, far bigger asshole than he’s ever dreamed of being. Evil Sister was left the house and their parents’ whole estate after their mom died (so our friend wouldn’t lose his disability benefits), and promised to “look after” Gonk to his mom’s face. Once Mom died, Evil Sister promptly started proceedings for kicking Gonk out, and turned abusive in the meantime.
One thing she’s done is weaponize the police against Gonk every time she gets mad at him, meaning she calls them on him and tries to get him imprisoned over issues he can’t even be arrested for. Argument? Call the cops. He swore while playing video games? Cops. He had a meltdown from her verbal abuse and started yelling and crying? Cops. I’m actually surprised they still come out at this point.
We’ve explained to Gonk, as have the police, that what Evil Sister is doing is a form of abuse, isn’t appropriate use of law enforcement, and wastes police time and resources as well. Gonk’s seen it, he’s felt it, he’s been told multiple times: weaponizing the police so you can hurt someone you’re mad at (especially over petty shit) is really, really wrong.
So Gonk has been staying with another friend, GFF, for a few weeks before he starts Basic Training (a whole other awful story), basically to get away from the Wicked Bitch of the East. It was a huge act of generosity on GFF’s part, and a relief for Gonk, us, and everyone who cares about Gonk. At least...until yesterday.
Last night, everything blew up very suddenly. GFF kicked Gonk out and threatened to harm him if he came back. Why?
Because Gonk decided to call the cops on poor GFF, in GFF’s own home, IN AN ARGUMENT OVER WHO OWNED A FUCKING PACK OF CIGARETTES.
That’s right. Gonk, the guy who had the police inappropriately called on him over small shit multiple times, and is in the best possible position to know how wrong that is...turned around and did it to someone else. Someone he was depending on for shelter.
The cops kicked in the door, GFF’s dog escaped and vanished, and needless to say GFF is absolutely furious. He wants nothing further to do with Gonk and will probably kick his ass, or worse, if that hypocritical dumbass tries to come back. In fact, he’s already threatened to do so.
Gonk has nothing to say for himself. He is back with Evil Sister now, for the moment. I’m just praying he doesn’t show up on our doorstep again, because this has destroyed the last of our trust in him--which thanks to other crap was already badly damaged.
I am SO goddamned glad now that Gonk didn’t end up living with us. I don’t want anyone in my life who calls the cops on innocent people he’s supposed to care about, over petty shit. Of all people, Gonk should know better. But he got big mad and tossed friendship, common sense and decency out the window over an under $20 purchase instead. Nothing GFF did for him mattered to Gonk--not even opening up his home.
That could easily have been us. And I don’t want to give Gonk the chance to make it be us. Before now, I was worried about his safety, but this is the last straw. Now I just want him to leave town for his training and never come back.
