#quality control

[prokopetz]

I like the idea of modular figurines in theory, but in practice most of them don't seem to have the manufacturing tolerances for it. Basically every Nendoroid figurine I've ever owned has been a light breeze away from spraying random anime girl parts all over the room, and I'm not sure if it's that I have bad luck with quality control, or whether they're just Like That.

[consanguinitatum]

David Tennant’s Quality Control Was Lost for Decades...until now!

After nearly a decade of fruitless searches, I can finally tell the story behind one of David Tennant’s most elusive pieces of work: the 1996 short film Quality Control.

I tried for years to find out anything about it, but it wasn't until late 2023 that I found the clue I needed to break it wide open. It's taken me from then until now to do the research, talk with the film's creator and the original author of the short story the film is based on, and get their firsthand insight into how and why the film was made, how David got involved, and what became of it after it was last broadcast back in the 1990s.

Now I know enough to share with y'all, too.

My latest post traces Quality Control from its creation through its disappearance… and its recovery!

Anyone who reads A Tennantcy To Act knows how much preserving David Tennant's work matters to me. If you're reading what I write on the regular, I figure you feel the same way. I hope you all find this as incredible as I do!

David Tennant’s 'Quality Control' Was Lost for Decades

...inside the long, wild road to rediscovering his most elusive short film

[deadlyr0s3]

YOU COULD DM ME EVERY PHOTO BEFORE YOU POST IT SO THAT I CAN APPROVE IT

[dinosaurwithablog]

I made cream puffs and delivered them throughout the town. Everyone loved them. I made a pate au choux dough and filled it with the Italian pastry cream I made. I then melted chocolate to drizzle over the top. To be festive, I also made a vanilla glaze and dyed half of it red and the other half green. I drizzled that over them, too. I then sprinkled them with powered sugar. They were delicious!! I ate two of them just to make sure that they were good enough to share. I might have to check that out again soon. 😁🤣🤣😍😋

This one was just for me so I put a heaping amount is chocolate on top of it because I love chocolate. It was fantastic!! Petey wants one, as you can see so I made her a small one without the chocolate. She loved it!! 😍😁😋

[unfairlyfallen]

Hello, Associates,

I am once again frustrated, and needing to both make my grievances known, and hopefully offer some good advice.

DO NOT trust Valentino's prints to be high quality just because their prices are high, unless you can see them with your own eyes in person, be so wary. For some unacceptable reason, the designer brand Valentino seems to think it is okay to use one of the worst fabric printers known to man.

I am not joking nor exaggerating when I say there are silk ties from the mall with more vibrant colours and less blown out lines than the ones Valentino shamelessly sells.

I have ordered a Valentino tie second hand before, only to have it arrive and be truly unwearable, a horrid muted grey in place of black, with fuzzy line art and an awkwardly flat design. I have found SEVERAL Valentino items while thrifting, and passed them up, even for just a few dollars, because the quality was so poor that I would never leave the house in them.

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[acklum]

quality / control

Indigo dye under thumbnails (not die). I plead "try to eat" with throat full of lint.

Discard loose threads, cut out any item stained by doubt, feed the machine.

Note missed buttons, unfinished seams, frayed nerves, and all the places your fabric is worn thin.

Torn skin on my right hand, grazed by the teeth of two thousand zips, consumed by the search for perfection.

They offer me more hours "I need money. Work is good, is good, is good..." I give this time to you. You need food.

-acklum

[lauralot89]

There Is No Excuse

I believe everyone has at least one piece of media that got something so impossibly, unbelievably wrong that the utter stupidity stays with you forever and all it takes is one little reminder for you to go flying off the handle and start foaming at the mouth, screaming "THAT'S NOT HOW THAT WORKS"

For me, as a child in the 90s who devoured every piece of pulp fiction kid lit on the library shelves, that media was a seemingly innocuous Sweet Valley Twins title: The Incredible Madame Jessica

The Incredible Madame Jessica was published in 1996. Though the characters of the Sweet Valley twins were created by Francine Pascal, the writing of the series is credited to Jamie Suzanne. Jamie Suzanne is not an actual person, but rather a pen name used by multiple ghostwriters, some of whom are listed on Wikipedia. Unfortunately, I'm unsure which of the ghostwriters is responsible for this particular book. I've heard that the name on the dedication page tends to be the name of the ghostwriter, but the dedication is to "Bradley Scott Halpern," and I can't find any writer by that name, ghost or otherwise.

So, unfortunately, we have a nameless ghostwriter to blame for this upcoming atrocity. The editors also deserve to be shamed in the streets, but they are not credited and my searches for the editors of children's pulp fiction from the nineties have not been fruitful.

Things begin innocently enough, with the members of the Unicorn Club planning their booth for the Sweet Valley Middle School Fair. They're setting up a dunk tank, but with a signature Unicorn twist!

Jessica, as you may have gathered from the title and cover, sets up a fortune telling booth instead. Her fellow Unicorns vow to make their Jell-O dunk tank put Jessica's stupid idea to shame. But there's just one little problem:

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that everyone stares at Mandy with disgust, asks how she didn't learn that red and BLUE make purple back in preschool, and kick her out of the Unicorn Club for bringing shame upon them all.

But alas.

Sorry to dash your dreams again, but Janet did not, in fact, just remember basic kindergarten lesson plans and realize that red and green make brown. No, her concern is only that five massive bags of Jell-O will still not fill a whole dunk tank.

Now, before anyone gets smart and tells me that in some cultures, green is just considered a shade of blue, I am aware. But I have looked up every known ghostwriter for this series and none of them are from such a culture.

Similarly, you might want to give the author the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they're colorblind. Maybe they meant to write "berry blue," but then hit their head and typed "lime" repeatedly in its place. And either of those is possible, I suppose, but the book still had editors. How did no one step in and say "This is some hogwash"?

And the final nail in the coffin, in case you were holding out hope that the Jell-O would come out brown and the characters would learn an important lesson about paying attention in art class:

The murky purple liquid.

The murky purple liquid.

THE MURKY PURPLE LIQUID.

You know what the worst part of all of this is? I thought, because my brain still couldn't fully grasp the stupidity at play, that blue Jell-O must not have existed in 1996, and therefore the ghostwriter, not wanting to mislead the children on Jell-O flavors, went with the next best thing instead of just having the characters mix strawberry gelatin with blue food coloring.

But no, berry blue Jell-O was introduced in 1992, FOUR YEARS BEFORE THIS ABOMINATION

To this day, I am filled with rage. Had I know how to look up Random House's mailing address back in the nineties, they would have received a scathing letter of complaint. I'm still so mad about it that I ordered a copy of this failure of quality control off the Internet just so I could photograph it and prove to you this wasn't a fever dream.

This isn't a self-published work from a vanity press. It had to have an editor. MULTIPLE EDITORS. But no one cared to correct even the most obvious of flaws, because it's just junk to keep the kids quiet for a while, so who cares?

No matter how badly you fuck up in your own writing, no matter how ashamed you feel for putting out a chapter with a typo, comfort yourself with the knowledge that at least you didn't do this.