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swampflix · 1 month
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Podcast #208: Lenny Cooke (2013) & Basketball Docs
Welcome to Episode #208 of The Swampflix Podcast. For this episode, Brandon, James, Britnee, and Hanna celebrate March Madness by discussing a handful of basketball documentaries, starting with the Safdie Brothers’ 2013 profile of Lenny Cooke. 00:00 Welcome 07:23 How to Have Sex (2024)13:52 The Double Life of Véronique (1991)19:11 The Marsh King’s Daughter (2023)24:11 Out of the Blue…
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lordrakim · 11 months
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It Is What It Is Full Episode S1 EP15|Lenny Cooke With Documentary Flashbacks
Episode 15 is here … Cam’ron, Ma$e and your hostess Treasure “Stat Baby” Wilson… Easy to see why Lenny failed… he dumb as a rock…
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oldshowbiz · 1 year
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“Peter Cook is a genius … really funny.” - Lenny Bruce.
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sushisocks · 7 months
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having like deep heartwrenching feelings and thoughts about a character that makes you feel hollow and feral at the same time but struggling to put words to them so you just have to sit with it. you know?
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badmovieihave · 5 months
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Bad movie I have Jabberjaw 1976-1978
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blindedguilt · 6 months
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"We should dye your hair. It looks so dull! Let's make it vibrant!" He's already preparing the dye... or his method of dyeing.
Work was difficult on those days Leonard couldn't often muster up the motivation to do anything. It had been a long, tiresome, gruesome day, and beyond the regrets and wishes for death which so frequently plagued his mind on those darker days, the desire for sleep had stayed the most prominent. Leonard, whose nerves and patience normally ran thick as steel, had found themselves surprisingly short seeing Popshi on the other side of his flat door. Had he been in any more of a foul mood, he would have been honest with himself: Didn't this man have anything better to do...? Most days, he could tolerate Popshi, at times he didn't even mind him. Now was not one such time, and while it should have been evident in the slight tightening of Leonard's jaw listening to the other's excited greeting - in one ear and out the other - his humanity had (for better or for worse) remained intact to the point of silent resignation at whatever plans Popshi would undoubtedly end up springing on the other with each step further into his own home. What would it be this time? It exhausted him just thinking about it. Would he have taken the liberty to redecorate the kitchen? Get rid of all the doors? Filled the fridge with Pepsi and god-knows-what-else? He had hoped, but seriously doubted his reluctance to nod along as he normally had would get through to the other, as Leonard had still heard his voice after collapsing on the couch. It seemed his desperate attempt at "Ignore him, and he'll go away" wasn't working. Yet, without the gall or energy to be direct and risk offence (Which undoubtedly would become a whole hell of its own) and no other choice left to him, Leonard simply remained still, and found himself slowly drifting into a half-slumber... ...One arm dangled off the couch, and the other covered over his eyes. For the past fifty minutes, perhaps, Leonard had laid still as a corpse, having stayed so still it would have almost been a concern... If not for the way he so jarringly shot to life at the words "Dye" and "Hair" spoken directly above him. Perhaps the first thing Popshi had heard from him since his return was the gasp for air that was as if the poor man had been woken from a nightmare, a hand raised and run through his hair in temporary bewilderment before he turned to look towards the source of the voice with shock - his hair was still blond. It was still safe. Popshi, however... He wanted to apologise. He really did, and after all was done and past, he most likely would. But unfortunately for poor Popshi, Leonard's patience had finally run out. Without a word, Leonard swung his partially numbed legs from the couch and stood. Popshi was seized by the back of the collar. Perhaps a bit too rough than what he intended, but of little concern in the moment as the poor thing was dragged from the small and humble living room, through the entrance, and finally was near tossed into the hall - Leonard hadn't been brutish in his strength, but certainly direct as his tone as the door slammed shut and the sound of a lock was heard behind it, paired with a string of no more than three, simple words: "Leave. Please go." Take of it what he would, Leonard at least sounded tired and exasperated enough to convey that it was nothing personal - Popshi could only be left to hope and pray it would remain that way once the exhausted mechanic made way to clean up after his concocted "dye".
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kit-just-kit · 1 year
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@themxgicman​ sent 🍳
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Meal meme
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“I can make eggs.....only scrambled. Poached or boiled is way too timing dependant and fried, well you end up with hot fat spitting all over your hands and arms. So yes, scrambled is probably best. But I could put some bits of salmon or bacon in there too, serve it with toast....probably slightly burnt toast but.....”.
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Mark Latimer in wide shots s3ep4
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pissfizz · 2 years
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tsukasa & hajime actually have. a lot of interactions in the stories. they’re. what if they were girlfriends
YES THEY ARE GIRLFRIENDS YES YES
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silvercrane14 · 2 years
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shinshi learns to cook at the end of his third year (he could only grill before then). not because he’s going off to college in a few months but because he has to cut back on buying so many snacks so he can pay for dates w kikuo
Sobbing,,, literally,,,
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champivermi · 2 years
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luizdominguesfan · 6 months
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https://open.spotify.com/episode/1UxfTcMxkId1bSBZ3ZiglA?si=009991e59f7a4912
Para quem perdeu as execuções regulares, eis a edição 5 do programa "Cabine de Som" da MKK webradio, agora disponível permanentemente no formato podcast, alojado no Spotify!
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meandchatgpt · 1 year
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ChatGPT: Special Episode of Can't Cook, Woke Cook Featuring Tech Titans
It was a highly anticipated episode of the TV show, "Can't Cook, Woke Cook", hosted by Lenny Henry. The four tech titans, Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, and Bill Gates, had graced the show with their presence.
As the contestants entered the kitchen, they were greeted with a challenge to cook a vegan meal. The competitive spirit was high as they scrambled to come up with the perfect dish. Elon Musk, known for his bold ideas, decided to create a plant-based burger that was out of this world, complete with a rocket-shaped bun. Jeff Bezos, on the other hand, opted for a dish that was literally out of this world, and cooked up a freeze-dried vegan space lasagne.
Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates, who were both known for their love of technology, teamed up to create a dish that was both innovative and woke. They cooked up a 3D-printed vegan meal with sustainable ingredients, and even incorporated a blockchain technology to track the carbon footprint of their dish.
Elon Musk was seen proudly wearing a t-shirt that read "Meat is murder" while he cooked his rocket burger.
Meahwhile, Jeff Bezos boasted about the eco-friendly packaging he used for his freeze-dried space lasagne.
Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates engaged in a lively debate on the merits of blockchain technology in tracking carbon emissions.
As they continued to cook their dishes, the contestants couldn't help but throw in jabs at each other, all in the name of friendly competition and the desire to showcase their innovation and environmental consciousness.
Elon Musk: "My plant-based burger is going to change the game! It's cruelty-free and out of this world, just like my rockets!"
Jeff Bezos: "Please, Elon. Your burger may be vegan, but my freeze-dried space lasagne is literally from space! It's a carbon-neutral delicacy that's out of this world."
Mark Zuckerberg: "Well, Jeff, your dish may have come from space, but Bill and I have 3D-printed a vegan meal with locally sourced, sustainable ingredients. Plus, we're using blockchain technology to track its carbon footprint."
Bill Gates: "Exactly. Our dish is not only delicious but also environmentally conscious. We're doing our part to save the planet."
Elon Musk: "Oh, spare me the woke talk, Bill. My rocket-shaped burger is the only innovation in this kitchen."
Jeff Bezos: "Innovation? My freeze-dried space lasagne is the definition of innovation. It's the perfect meal for space travel."
Mark Zuckerberg: "But, Jeff, our dish is the future of food. We're creating a new way of cooking that's good for the planet and for our health."
Bill Gates: "That's right. We need to be mindful of our carbon footprint and the impact of our food choices on the environment."
Lenny Henry, who was trying his best to keep the show on track, found himself caught in the middle of their heated discussion.
Lenny Henry: "Gentlemen, let's keep the competition friendly. The goal here is to cook a delicious vegan meal, not to argue about who's the most woke."
Elon Musk: "Lenny, you just don't understand the importance of innovation!"
Jeff Bezos: "And you don't understand the importance of sustainability, Elon!"
Mark Zuckerberg: "Gentlemen, let's agree to disagree. May the best vegan meal win."
As the cooking drew to a close, disaster struck. Elon Musk's plant-based burger exploded in the microwave, covering the kitchen in an unappetizing mess. Jeff Bezos' freeze-dried space lasagne was deemed inedible, and Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates' 3D-printed dish turned out to be a soggy mess.
In the end, Lenny Henry had to declare the competition a tie, as none of the dishes were fit to be eaten. As the tech titans left the kitchen, they were heard muttering about the need for more innovation in the vegan food industry. The episode of "Can't Cook, Woke Cook" had been a hilarious disaster, but it had also highlighted the importance of environmentally-friendly food.
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marstonandson · 2 months
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van der linde gang headcanons just because
- kieran sleepwalks. whoever’s keeping watch is also in charge of making sure he doesn’t die
- on many separate occasions, tilly, karen, and mary-beth have all called grimshaw “mom” by accident. while they’re dying inside, susan has a smile for the rest of the day
- sean and lenny have a secret club for young men. only jack is invited to their meetings. no one knows what they talk about
- sadie takes molly out into the woods sometimes and they just scream together
- john only knows the ‘rip van winkle’ story because jack read it to him once
- bill and javier pretend they hate each other in front of everyone else but they gossip when no one is looking
- hosea gave dutch that white and red checkered bandana as a gift
- charles is the only person arthur will show his journal to
- abigail has punched most of the gang members at some point for various reasons
- whenever josiah visits he tries to bring a trinket for jack
- everyone actually loves pearson’s cooking, they just hate to admit it because he makes a big deal out of it
- when dutch praises micah, micah turns around and sticks his tongue out at arthur whenever dutch isn’t looking
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"Yes, it's true: I was the type of young femme who managed the girls basketball team in high school, just to be able to take in the sight of all those butches parading their muscles up and down the court. I found Girl Scout camp to be femme heaven and reveled in being able to explore my athletic self and still maintain my femmeness. And, to my horror, I have to admit pushing Tina away from my breasts in the back seat of a Buick while attending Mount Saint Mary Seminary. And then there was feminism... Although I came out as a "gay" woman before reading The Feminine Mystique, the seventies brand of white feminism had me trimming my nails and cutting off my hair. Soon I was outfitted in farmer jeans and high tops. And still I was told by my "sisters" that I didn't "look like a dyke" (read: I didn't look butch). I began to lead two lives- one as an outrageous, skirted, lipsticked femme while I worked in and traveled with carnivals, and another as an imitation butch back home in the women's community. Eventually, I pulled the pieces of my being back together and proclaimed boldly, "I am a working-class lesbian femme." So I had maybe six years reveling in unleashing my seductive femme self when, as lives go, mine changed: slowly at first and then more dramatically. Recurring back pain and limited range of mobility were finally diagnosed. Soon after came decreased mobility. No more mountain climbing. No long mall walks in search of the perfect piece of sleaze. No more standing against kitchen walls being gloriously fucked by some handsome butch. I stopped using alcohol and drugs, became ill with what is now known as CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome), and began to use a three-wheeled power chair. The more disabled I became, the more I mourned the ways my sexual femme self had manifested through the nondisabled me: cruising at the local lezzie bar, picking up a dyke whose eyes refuse to stray from mine, dancing seductively, moving all of me for all of her. Cooking: love and suggestion neatly tucked into the folds of a broccoli quiche. Serving my date in varying, sleazy clothing, removing layers as the meal and our passion progressed. And making love... feeling only pleasure as my hips rose and fell under the weight of her. Accomplishment and pride smirked across my face as her wrists finally submitted to the pressure of strong persistent hands. There are the ways I knew to be femme, to be the essence of me.
It's been five years now since I began using my wheelchair. I am just awakening to a new reclamation of femme. Yes. I still grieve the way I was, am still often unsure how this femme with disabilities will act out her seduction scenes. I still marvel when women find passion amidst the chrome and rubber that is now a part of me.
There have been numerous dates, lovers, relationships, sexual partners, and fliterations along the way. Cindy, Jenny, Ellie, Emma, Diane, Dorothy, Gail, June, Clove, Lenny, Cherry, Diana, Sarah I, and Sarah II. You have all reminded me in your own subtle or overt, quit or wild ways that I am desirable, passionate, exciting, wanted.
Yes I am an incredibly sexual being. An outrageous, loud mouthed femme who's learning to dress, dance, cook, and seduce on wheels; finding new ways to be gloriously fucked by handsome butches and aggressive femmes. I hang out with more sexual outlaws now- you know, the motorcycle lesbians who see wheels and chrome between your legs as something exciting, the leather women whose vision of passion and sexuality doesn't exclude fat, disabled me.
Ableism tells us that lesbians with disability are asexual. (When was the last time you dated a dyke who uses a wheelchair?) Fat oppression insists that thin is in and round is repulsive. At times, these voices become very loud, and my femme, she hid quietly amidts the lists.
Now my femme is rising again. The time of doubt, fear, and retreat has passed. I have found my way out of the lies and oppression and have moved into a space of loving and honoring the new femme who has emerged. This lesbian femme with disabilities is wise, wild, wet, and wanting. Watch out.
-"Reclaiming femme... Yet again" Mary Francis Platt, The Persistent Desire (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)
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