Alright, you just said sorry to someone
'cos they bumped into you?
you need to recalibrate your
response to shit like that yeah?
what you gonna do if they punch you in the face?
offer to cook their fucking dinner or something?
sorry mate, I'm only joking
it's a fucking minefield yeah?
see you round.“
The bathrooms at Brigg Town FC, wouldn't normally post about toilets but the inclusion of an office desk gave me liminal space vibes and caught me totally off guard
My neighbor just leaned across the 50ft-drop gap between our apartment balconies to hand me a 6-pack of Shiner as a bribe to finish watching Red White & Royal Blue with him and his British boyfriend (“you don’t understand - it’s ABOUT THE TWO OF US!!”), and I think snapshots of time like this are probably the meaning of life
“How was it large enough to fit in one direction but too narrow in the other…??” Well, it's easy! As was demonstrated by Prof. Shadoko in his Shadok Logic (or Logique des Passoires), you only need for the circumference of the hole that the PVC surrounds to be both larger in one direction and smaller in the other than Pirlouit's leg. Hope that helps.
I love you for randomly bringing up Shadok logic! I actually dug up my old Shadok VHS tapes a few years ago and added English subtitles to a bunch of episodes, so my English-speaking kid cousins could discover the series...
For people who don't know this monument of French culture, the Shadoks is an absurdist anti-educational children's programme about bird-shaped aliens whose logic is too evolved to be understood by mere humans.
A Reddit comment I can't stop thinking about: "If you think whiteness is bad, Jews are white to you. If you think whiteness is good, Jews aren't white to you."
wait, inver!england/albion blew up? how'd it blow up? nuke? meteor? magic? is the whole place like.. Gone? or just barren?
what caused it to become completely depopulated (and for its landmass to increase dramatically, causing it to bridge to the mainland & ireland, as visible in the map) was an Explosive Otherworld Event which also caused the formation of the Ruad, the giant and maybe-supernatural forest which covered the land. It was then re-settled by the people on its fringes (finbarr's ancestors etc) but it took them a very long time, relatively speaking, and even in the 21st century (pascal time) Inver is mostly uninhabitable forest with quite a weak economy and low level of Modern Conveniences compared to surrounding countries (the forest warps electromagnetic waves so it's very difficult to use a mobile phone there)
listening to morgan's np lines after having played lb6.2 is soooo. like this woman has been misunderstood by Everyone her entire time as a queen, but she's always said it. she's always said that she won't save the fairies. after centuries of having banished calamities and then having been mistreated by the fairies – "this is the dream of destruction i kept seeing" – she has given up. the fairies will never change. she sealed off the paradise – "nobody may pass"; or how the inscription says, "only those without sin may pass" – all fairies are beings of sin ("you can only die a sinner's death"). she has held onto her words. "there is no retribution, no salvation". she won't take revenge, she won't save them again. there is no point, because fairies will never change. she will forever sit alone on her throne. the fairies don't have to be scared, they don't have to hope ("there is no fear nor hope"). morgan is there. she always will be there. she has given up on trying to change things. it's pointless.
Plaster cast of a relief of a bull being sacrificed in front of the temple of Mars Ultor. This scene comes from a larger monument which is thought to have commemorated the triumph of emperor Claudius in 44 AD after his armies successfully invaded Britain the previous year. The triumph was celebrated in grand style even though military operations were still ongoing in Britain. Claudius himself spent only sixteen days on the islands and the campaign itself was capably managed by his general Aulus Plautius.
there's just something in him that feels like it's dug firmly into the black radical tradition, even though there's no blackness as such in the show's world itself. I've said before that one of my interests in media studies is looking at what gets imported into a fantasy setting and what gets left out (for example, I'm curious about Arcane's capitalism). with Ekko you have a character who is not just fighting for his people's survival but for their dignity. they have to live. he's reintroduced using Misfit Toys, a song that comments explicitly on real-world oppression while also being relevant to the setting; political music is a VERY black tradition. he fights the cops. they gave my man locs, which are historically very contentious in the diaspora and have political connotations. him sitting in his pseudo-throne makes me think of that famous pic of Huey P. Newton. I really like that balance, where Ekko is rooted in his world but is also radical in a way where it maps nicely onto real-world blackness and black struggles. I can only think of one other show that's struck a similar balance in fantasy (and, oddly enough, it also features Denzel Curry lmao)
AND ALL THAT IS TO SAY
if they fumble the bag in season 2 I am gonna lose it. you know what's also very black about Ekko? the way he gets screwed over in terms of space in the story, making his mark almost halfway by his charisma alone (shoutout to the animation), the way he gets shot by a cop, and the way I worry the story might not know what to do with him. he really could have benefited from a couple extra scenes, or I would have made it explicit that Heimerdinger helps him get home, which I think would have given him a little more thematic consistency. we'll see, I guess. in the meantime, I'll keep having fun writing a fic where I get to engage themes in his character explicitly with the black radical tradition, because me
some creative, wanting to make a King Arthur adaptation: "But how will people know it's for boys?"
his barista, trapped in this conversation: "What?"
creative: "You know, the knights and castles and magic and chivalry - I mean it's all kind of gay."
barista: "I--uh. Is it?"
creative: "Women are into that stuff, but they don't move tickets. I need to signal loud and clear that this King Arthur is butch, and that his knights are all rugged and masculine. --What's the most male time period?"
barista: "That's such a wild question."
creative: "I mean it has to be England after the Romans left, right? With all the Vikings and blue people and aqueducts and swordplay."
barista: "Isn't there still swordplay if they're all chivalric knights in the fourteenth century?"
creative: "No! No, that's gay, Rebecca, aren't you listening!"
rebecca: "Jesus."
creative: "What kind of guy is going to watch a movie about knights riding off to London when he could watch a movie about a warlord riding to Londinium?"
rebecca, pulling a quad shot with a thousand yard stare: "I honestly couldn't say."
creative, yelling into his voice memo app: "find and replace 'Merlin' with 'Taliesin'. -- God this is gonna be huge."
What I *love* about being English is you are brought up with the idea we are a ‘Christian’ country that is almost too soft for its own good. That we treat everybody with kindness, and our only problem is that we are just so fucking kind that everybody takes advantage of us 😢. Womp womp.
Of course, you grow up and realise that, actually, the people who are the recipients of that good, Christian treatment are rich, heinous pieces of doo who couldn’t give two shits about anyone who isn’t of their socioeconomic background. Everyone outside of that gilet-shagging bubble is, of course, scum.
And then you leave school and find what you've learned about your country's history is absolute bullshit. Our military didn't go into countries to free people from oppressive regimes but rather to make the rich men who told them to go and kill people they deem as their enemies even richer. Oh, and then there are the civilian rapes and murders. But we are the good guys, see! We may have colonized your country, but we occasionally send an old man with sausage fingers over there to wave at you and ignore your requests for your stuff back!
I thought being British was loving Robbie Williams a bit too much... oh how I was wrong.
The 'kindness' that proud folk misplaced as being an English trait is essentially mass silence regarding rich men and how they want to live while being a cunt to everybody else. English people are very vocal about immigrants, the working class, the disabled and anybody who simply doesn’t live like Sid James in a fucking Carry On film. From tall poppy syndrome, the middle-class people who interchange their politics like a y2k Depop fit to flag shaggers… this country is a joke, and I would like to leave, please, sir xoxo.
Over 4 million children are living in poverty, but please tell me why I should give a shit about a flag on the collar of an England shirt and why Angela Rayner is a slag because she sold her council house. Meanwhile... how much money was spunked up a wall on PPE you paid for through your mate's imaginary companies? How much money did Priti Patel spend in a nail salon again?
P.S. Of course, I can’t just leave because I’m agoraphobic, poor and objectively useless. I have a degree in Music Business, thou lads, if the world's most useless degree is appealing to any EU country, that would be sehr schön xoxo