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"Well, Oscar drove really well all weekend. And, honestly, Oscar has been the fastest since the start of the season so far. He just hasn't had the chance to show it, because he didn't even get a start in two races. Piastri is in great shape, and I hope he gets the chance to show it tomorrow." Ā
Andrea Stella, MotorsportIT
I will say, a team principal coming out and saying one of his drivers has been faster than the other when that other driver hasnāt even had a clean, comparable competitive session because his car canāt function like an F1 car is...definitely a choice.
Blame Landoās issues on McLaren incompetence, bad luck, Mercedes, the alignment of the stars, pick your poison. But if you genuinely think this teamās management gives a flying fuck about him, at this point?
I have a bridge to sell you.
I'm terrible at self-promotion so this is me going out of my comfort zone to share my amateurish attempt at turning Terrore nello spazio (1965), an Italian science fiction movie that would later inspire Alien (1979) into opera da camera in un atto, a chamber opera in one act.
My Italian is embarrassingly bad, my knowledge of music compositionĀ untrained and inept at best --- this is, if I am being generous, a rough draft, but one that I've taken as far as I can (yes, that is my sale's pitch) and regardless of all that it still brought me great joy to make ... and who knows? You might find it an interesting read as well.
So I am offering a free way of exploring this project; simply reading it on Internet archive:
Opera da Camera in un Atto. Italian Retro-futurism;Ā from the same aesthetic universe as Barbarella, Starcrash and Danger: Diabolik;Ā a libret
Because most folks have never heard this obscure movie, here it is dubbed in English, Planet of the Vampires ... which is an odd choice of title since there are zero vampires in the movie, let alone a planet's worth. Reanimated, rotting corpses controlled by a sinister alien intelligence? O sure, but apparently the distributors worried that American audiences wouldn't know what a zombie was. Cheers!
Guys I genuinely am writing two perspectives of the same fic rn to see which one wins the right to be the first chapter of this fic SOMEONE SEDATE ME!! But alsoā¦.AHEM
Which one gets you invested in the story more?
Graves Chapter first paragraph
Apollo Chapter first paragraph
Please I have no beta reader
I really like these two everyone can see them. now
how im learning to draw the IW party members I fear
WIP WEDNESDAY
Yeah Iām still writing it. Fitfully, but itās there. The story ends with a knockdown, drag out Jancy fight that culminates in their reconciliation but hereās something thatās not that:
The walk back to the apartment is cold and longer than she thought. Jonathan holds an arm out for her on the sidewalk, expecting Nancy to sidle into him. To seek support from him. She will, just not yet. Not now. Instead she turns to another Byers, Will, and leans on him instead.
āHi,ā she subtly slurs against her brotherās boyfriend. Mike is ahead of them, in an animated discussion with Sandy and Laura.
āGod, how drunk are you?ā Will asks with a chuckle. Heās surprisingly sturdy, despite how frail he looks. She supposes thatās a Byers trait. Theyād have to be made of sterner stuff with the childhood they had. Behind them, Jonathan brings up the rear, dragging her luggage, smiling sadly when Nancy turns to him. The last thing she wants to do is think of him as a child, the bruises on his face and the cause of them. Nancy shakes her head softly as she looks at Will.
āNot that bad,ā she swears. And to an extent, itās true.
āHowās mom and Hop?ā Nancy asks.
Will glances at her and then turns away. Itās a familiar look to Nancy, a Byers boy not wanting to tell some truth. Where Jonathan is a tough cookie to crack, Will is easier.
āThat bad?ā She asks, leaning into him a little more, trying to squeeze the information out of this poor boy.
He sighs and looks back at his brother. āItās not bad, justā¦tense. Especially with Jonathan.ā
That almost makes Nancy stop in her tracks. But sheās just adept enough to keep her stride, pulling Will in even tighter to her.
āJonathan? With Hop?ā
āNot with him, really. With mom. Theyāre, I dunno, at loggerheads or something. She tries to speak on the phone with him and heās not having it. I had to beg him to come back to Montauk for Christmas, and he only did for like two days before heading back on the train. It was tense the whole time.ā
āReally?ā The last thing she needed was a mystery to solve. But damn if this isnāt an intriguing one. The Byers family has always presented itself as a unit to the public. Nancy knows them well enough to see the lies at the edges of that. Sheās seen the tension between all three of them, usually quick and resolved, but sometimes not.
The block stretches ahead of them, a cold wind whipping in their faces, her brother still deep in conversation with Laura and Sandy. Nancy spares another glance back at Jonathan, whoās trying his best not to look at them. Part of her feels guilty for leaving him alone, but the rest of her knows theyāll be together soon. For good and ill.
She wonders if even Will knows Jonathanās complicated feelings towards his mother. Sure, some of that was undoubtedly teenage angst, but itās deeper than that, more profound. Thereās true resentment there, which Nancy is sure Jonathan has only ever admitted to her, and only in spurts. The dark secret at the center of his wounded and tender heart.