#owen thomson

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Willy/Owen; shared interests

For the prompt: Willy/Owen

Feat. the spectre of ScratchnMoney being trouble tweedles.

When Tate was a kid, he had a brief obsession with science experiments. The usual suspects, the sort that come in kits for curious kids — anything that would change colors, or ominously bubble, he was officially intrigued, and if a volcano was involved, Tate was there no questions asked.

They were all simple chemistry, really, but it was fascinating to him, that he could follow the directions and something like magic would happen. It wasn’t magic, of course, but science; he knew that. It was, in fact, the entire point. But still, it felt like it. Even when he knew exactly why it was happening, exactly what he was doing to make it happen, understood the scientific basis of things, at least as much as a curious but not particularly scientific kid could, it still felt a little impossible.

He told that story to Owen, years ago, one of those nights on the precipice, and Owen had smiled through it all, a little one that said he understood, maybe better than anyone, and Tate felt like if he leaned in right then, that would have been it. Turned it into a capital M Moment, the kind they’d be retelling for years, ‘and that was it for me, right then, that’s when I knew we were meant to be together, the night he told me about magic and science, or a little of both’.

So Tate had asked if Owen wanted another drink, and even though Owen said ‘I’m good, Tate’, voice low, everything still imbued with double meaning, Tate got up, and he went to the bar, and by the time he returned, a drink in hand, the moment was over, the window closed. Owen excused himself not long after, citing a class the next day, even though Tate knew tomorrow was his evening one, and Tate went home and took a freezing cold shower, feeling like he needed to punish himself somehow.

It didn’t even work. Tate’s spent far too much time in ice baths for a cold shower to feel like anything but training. And training cannot be punishment. The moment training starts to feel like punishment, that’s when it’s all over for him. And one day it will be, he knows that. He still dreads the day that comes, but a little less than he used to.

Part of that’s three Cup rings, nestled in velvet and glass, a career for the record books even if he hung up his skates tomorrow. Part of that has a lot more to do with a kid working his way through science experiments, less interested in the explanations than the doing, the seeing something new, doing something new. Of being the instigating force. Wanting to see what happens.

*

When Owen was a kid, he spent most of his free time in his backyard. He watched the ants go about their business, the worms appear whenever it rained, the birds fight over the feeder him and his dad had set up, the squirrels scavenging the remains. He had a pair of binoculars he brought with him everywhere, watched the world through those, far away enough not to interfere, but close enough for a front row seat.

He liked the science kits too, the kind Tate loved. They were a default gift for him from family members that knew he was a nerdy kid, but little else. They weren’t particularly targeted about it, Owen recalls. He had the volcano, the kitchen chemistry, but he also recalls rock kits, simple robotics, fake fossils to excavate. An ant farm, though he never used it, thought it was cruel to put them in his room when they could be free outside, and anyway, his mother would never have allowed it, as squeamish about bugs as she is. She probably thanks God every day he didn’t become an entomologist.

But generally, Owen was told to go outside, get some fresh air, act like a normal kid. Which probably didn’t mean ‘go stare at ants in the backyard with binoculars’, but they didn’t really care too much, as long as he wasn’t underfoot, being just a little too unlike either of them.

That was the look they shared sometimes, Owen thinks — ‘did this come from you? Well it didn’t come from me’. Not fault, exactly, blaming one another for this child of theirs that made no sense, but bafflement, incomprehension. It made it easier to come out a decade later, already knowing his parents didn’t understand him at all. Not easy, but easier. Came out and then ran off to the furthest school that offered him a full-ride. They could afford it, his parents, had been saving up for college since he was born, but he didn’t want to owe anyone anything. Why should they have to pay for something they didn’t, couldn’t, didn’t want to understand?

He came back eventually, of course. He wasn’t planning to, and then he was planning to leave as soon he finished his Masters. And he did leave, for a little while, but he missed it too much to stay away. Things work out like that, he finds. Some have said you can only love what you understand. Owen doesn’t think that. He thinks trying to understand is an act of love, though. The greatest one there is, at least in his view.

*

It’s Money’s fault, as so many things are. His sister gets him worrying about what he’s going to do to pass the time in retirement, and that begins a frantic search for a hobby that isn't hockey or his literal other half. It doesn’t go so well. His efforts range from gardening — he kills it, and Tate doesn’t mean it slangily — to tipsy painting with Scratch and Owen that Tate was not allowed to join. Apparently he’s ‘too good at it’ and ‘needs to quit being awesome at everything because it is both obnoxious and enraging’, which Tate takes as a compliment. A rude as hell compliment: Money’s specialty.

All of this inevitably gets Tate thinking about retirement. He isn’t particularly worried about passing the time; he knows that his retirement is going to come with a job offer, one that he’ll probably take, if not necessarily immediately — Owen’s always wanted to go to South America, and Tate’s looking forward to going with him — but it also gets him looking back, thinking about what else interested him before hockey became his entire life.

Money keeps picking up all the stereotypical childhood hobbies in his quest, cycling from doodling to Lego, to declaring war on Lego, to making horrible beaded bracelets then foisting them on poor teammates, and Tate ends up idly looking at science kits, because he figures it's just a matter of time before Money gets there.

There are a few that haven’t changed much — kids are always going to like making volcanoes, and who could blame them? — but they’ve evolved significantly since he was a kid; for starters, they have kits for adults now.

Tate knows better than to pick anything that even approaches Owen’s field of expertise, which limits his options considerably, until he wanders into the technology branch of STEM. The robotics kits have certainly progressed in the last two decades. You can apparently even build a robot bartender. Tate didn’t know he needed that in his life, but he does. He absolutely does.

The box arrives in Kansas City while Tate’s in Dallas, Owen sending a string of question marks, then a smiley when Tate texts, Don’t start it without me. It’s a few days after his return they unbox it in his basement; it’s massive, but so’s Tate’s downstairs bar, and obviously that’s the best place to build a bartender.

“It’s not exactly like the ones we did as kids,” Tate says. “But I didn’t know if any of the chemistry ones would be too much like work.”

“Is playing street hockey with the kids on your block too much like work?” Owen says.

“Touche,” Tate says. “Also, ouch. They said this one’s for grownups, so no inviting Scratch and Money.”

Owen laughs. Tate loves his laugh, how easily it comes, how Tate’s misfit band of oversized children is something that delights Owen, rather than something he endures.

“You can build a bunch of different models,” Tate says. “Bartender, camera dolly, catapult — I mean it, do not invite Scratch and Money. They’re not allowed anywhere near a catapult.”

That laugh again. “You just got it so I’d build you a robot bartender, didn’t you?”

“Come on, a robot bartender is awesome!” Tate says, and Owen’s smiling at him the way he smiles at Money sometimes, as fond as it is amused. “And I’m going to help, obviously.”

He doesn’t know how much he’s going to help, but he’ll do his best. He never allows himself to do anything less.

“Let’s build a bartender,” Owen says.

Tate’s fist pump is quite restrained, at least in comparison to the guys he works with on a daily basis, but it makes Owen laugh at him anyway. But as always, there's warmth behind it, so as always Tate doesn’t mind.

#tate williams #owen thomson #SOTM #fic snippet

[aronlewes]

A couple days ago, I quietly released a book called "Sisters, Rivals, Monster Hunters" via my pen name, Caylen McQueen. I MUST post about this book because I had a very strong vision of the cast in this screwball steampunk comedy. (https://www.amazon.com/Sisters-Rivals-Monster-Hunters-Gasbags-ebook/dp/B0C6WLYB9B/ it's free right now fyi)

Sofia Carson... man, I'd love to see her as the main character Kathleen, if only to see her tap into bad girl energy for this role. It would be interesting to see, especially since I was introduced to her via Descendants (and have only seen her in cute romantic comedies since then). She's SO lovely, though. I just adore Sofia.

Owen Teague... I've imagined him in several different roles in several different books, but Wendall is THE character I'd love to see him play. I really think he'd be great as a smart ass, volatile, devilish pyromaniac.

RH Thomson... I love this casting of him as Georg. I'd been bingeing a lot of Anne with an E while writing this book, and he kept popping into my head. I just love Georg as a character, period. He's a strong, "take no bullshit" kind of guy.

Kerry Fox as The Grand Mother... I need this in my life. I watched The Crimson Field like a million times, back in the day. She's got the right "ice queen" (with cracks of vulnerability) energy for this role.

Hiroaki I imagined as Andrew Koji, and I believe "Hiroaki" is actually one of his middle names so it fits. (Warrior is FINALLY coming back this month, thank god!!)

Last, but not least, is Booboo Stewart as Ash. I chose this pic of him on purpose because Ash is a male model who wears a lot of, shall we say, "avante-garde" outfits.

I actually enjoyed this book when I went back to edit it, and I don't always enjoy my stuff. It had strong Princess Bride vibes. It had old Mel Brooks movies kind of energy. I dug it.

This book also has LGBT and disability rep. (Of course, there would have to be some gay boys when you've got 30 young men stuck in a convent...)

I hope someone out there enjoys this bizarre story as much as I did!

#sofia carson #owen teague #booboo stewart #andrew koji #kerry fox #rh thomson #steampunk #writers on tumblr #free ebooks

[justwalkiingthedog]

Sawmill, Owen Sound … 1908

#tom thomson #Owen sound #canadian artist #group of seven or eight

[the-monkey-ruler]

The New Legends of Monkey (2018) 新猴王传奇

Director: Gérard Johnstone / Craig Owen / Peter Andkidis Screenwriter: Craig Owen / Jacqueline Peach / Christiaan Van Vuuren Starring: Chai Henson / Lucian Buchanan / Josh Thomson / Emily Cockrell / Josh McKenzie / Jordan Mooney / Jared Blakiston / Fasitua Amosa / Michelle Hong / Jim Cawthorn / Samson Chan-Boon Genre: Fantasy / Action / Comedy / Adventure Country/Region of Production: Australia / New Zealand Language: English Date: 2018-01-28 (Australia) Number of seasons: 2 Number of episodes: 20 Single episode length: 25 minutes Also known as: Legend of the Monkey King / Journey to the West / 新美猴王传奇 / 猴王传奇 / 西方西游记 IMDb: tt6807662 Type: Reimanging

Summary:

The Monkey King was imprisoned under a mountain 500 years ago by his enemies in Heaven. Five hundred years later, the Earthly realm is overrun, and its humans oppressed, by demons. The gods and immortals are in hiding or oppressed by demons as well. A scholar secretly concocts a plan to bring together a few warriors and a monk, named Tripitaka, to undertake a quest to resurrect the Monkey King and find the Heavenly scrolls that were stolen by Monkey 500 years ago and hidden away secretly on earth. Anyone who finds the scrolls would gain unlimited power. However, the night the group is about to start on their quest, a demon attacks the scholar's home and kills everyone inside except for the scholar's adopted daughter, taking the golden crown necessary to revive the Monkey King. In his last moments, the scholar entrusts his daughter with the quest. She takes on the identity of Tripitaka and ventures out into the world, narrowly escaping death herself.

In a town she gives charity to a monk and ends up forced to work for a tavern owner, thus gaining a job and a room to sleep in. When the same demon that killed her adoptive father shows up, she secretly steals the magical crown and makes a run for it. When demons begin searching the town for her and the magic crown, she is disguised as a monk by the same monk she helped and successfully makes her way out of the city. In an opening along the side of a mountain, she finds the stony visage of the Monkey King's face, and puts the crown on his head. Finally, the Monkey King is free but he soon discovers that the crown is repressing most of his godly abilities. The pair return to the town and join up with Pigsy and Sandy, who are also gods, and the four of them begin their quest of finding the lost scrolls and gaining enough power to overthrow all the demons.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Legends_of_Monkey

Link: https://bflix.sx/tv/watch-the-new-legends-of-monkey-36307

#jttw media #The New Legends of Monkey #新猴王传奇 #jttw television #television #live action #reimagining #alternative universe #sun wukong #monkey king #tang sanzang #monk tripitaka #zhu bajie #pigsy #sha wujing #sandy

[the-cricket-chirps]

Tom Thomson

Scene Near Owen Sound

c. 1908

#tom thomson #canadian art #canadian artist #canadian painter #canadian painting #landscape #canadian landscape #landscape aesthetic #aesthetic #beauty #nature #modern art #art history #aesthetictumblr #tumblraesthetic #tumblrpic #tumblrpictures #tumblr art #tumblrstyle #artists on tumblr

[indiesole]

THE 236 GREATEST PERSONALITIES IN THE ENTIRE KNOWN HISTORY/COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THIS WORLD! (@INDIES)

i.e. THE 236 GREATEST PERSONALITIES IN WORLD HISTORY! (@INDIES)

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[bitchinbarzal]

Seeing you talk about blondes with the other anon, can we switch gears a bit and talk about how wags are typically blonde?

The psychology nerd in me is fascinated by this. I sometimes wonder if these men subconsciously seek out women who are blonde to fit the mold or idea that blondes are more attractive, or if their social circle and the circles they run in have a lot of blondes?

I’ll admit my sample size for this observation is small since I’m judging off of the players that I follow on Insta?

There are a few players who’s partners aren’t blonde; some for example are like Tage Thomson’s wife Rachel (she was blonde before tho), Ethan Bear’s wife Lena, Colby Cave’s widow/wife Emily, Mat Barzal’s girlfriend Maya, Nate Bastians girlfriend Jess, Owen Powers girlfriend Victoria, Alex Debrincat’s wife Lyndsey, Cole Sillingers girlfriend Tate

I think a lot of the time it’s blonde’s run in their circles and it’s a genuine thing not a seek out blondes. Other things to kind of note are that some players who come from Scandinavian backgrounds typically date women who come from the same place and they by nature typically tend to be blonde hair, blue eye, pale etc.

Another observation I’ve made this past year i visited the US for the first time and I attended parties on a college campus (which I never went to college) so I had no idea what to expect and the whole dating and hooking up cultures was so weird to me but it tended to be blondes that approached the athletes more so I don’t know if maybe the stereotype puts into peoples heads not to even try?

[cdnart]

George Thomson; Hill Top - Owen Sound

#George Thomson #Canadian art

[venetianwindow]

220610 • 9:14pm 🧳

Glasgow self-tour highlights, part 1 (part 2 here).

Tour 1 was a brief one following some of Ian Nairn’s suggestions as well as getting to know the area. We began at St Enoch Centre, which became indispensable for our entertainment and grocery needs (thanks Tesco Express!). Studying its structure was useful for my design project as well! 2 is one of the three Daily Express buildings designed by Owen Williams - have yet to see the LDN or MCR ones but I’ll get there.

The Trades Hall (3) by the Adam brothers (Nairn insists it’s James and not Robert, contrary to the plaque) is close by, and a nice thing at that - I quite liked the windows. Not pictured from the same walk are the Tolbooth Steeple (‘A jolly bit of fun’ according to Nairn), the Dee’s of Trongate shopfront and St Andrew’s in the Square.

Tour 2 took place around the University of Glasgow - although not pictured, the main building by the older GG Scott was a stunner (my friend lamented ‘why don’t we get a campus like this?’, to which I, equally disappointed, replied that probably because we’re in central London). Of the modern things we saw, there was the Queen Margaret Union, Boyd Orr Building, Rankine Building and Hillhead Library.

6 is the first Greek Thomson I saw in Glasgow, 41-53 Oakfield Ave. I forgot it was by him (and on my map for that reason), but instantly remarked to my friend that ‘this looks so Greek!’ before spotting the plaque seconds later. We laughed about it, of course.

Went to the Botanical Gardens after, where we saw Kibble Palace. I thought about Kew Gardens then, but clearly Decimus Burton is miles better (sorry Glaswegians).

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Indian Song Bird,” Owen Sound Sun Times. April 22, 1932. Page 5. ---- "LUBHANYA" which in Indian tongue means "song bird” a member of the Chickasaw tribe of Oklahoma pictured in front of the Berlin embassy during her recent visit. This Indian princess recently made her debut in Europe at a concert hold at the Beethoven auditorium and was acclaimed by the critics as the possessor of a fine contralto voice.

[AL: Some of this coverage is wrong - Lubhanya is a Hindi word, not a Chickasaw word, though it may also be badly mispelled. The story appears to be referring to Te Ata, or Mary Frances Thomson Fisher, an actress and singer from the Chickasaw Nation.]

#berlin #beethoven auditorium #singing performance #te ata #chickasaw nation #chickasaw #oklahoma history #european tour #indigenous people #american indians #weimar republic #weimarer republik

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Willy/Owen; Outlet

For the prompt: Even MORE “its complicated” from Willy and Owen

There’s something about Pyrrhic victories that make them feel so much worse than defeats. Maybe it’s because he’s alone in the feeling — when the Scouts lose, nobody in the locker room’s smiling. But right now? Right now they’re all laughing it up, slapping backs and shouting into each other’s faces, too caught up in their victory to see just how fucked they are in the long run.

Tate keeps his head down until he has to talk to the media, where they’re in a detente. He knows, they know, they want him to say it, and he isn’t going to. He says the safe things. One game at a time. Keeping his eye on the prize. They’re cliches, but, like all cliches, they come from a place of truth.

Once the media lets him off after failing to drag anything more committal out of him, Tate takes a short, lukewarm shower, just long enough to get the sweat off, biting back the urge to tell some of the guys in the showers that it’s for hygiene, not idle conversation. Nine times out of ten during the season, he’s the one chatting in the showers, and it’s bad enough being a buzzkill without adding hypocrisy to the mix.

Everyone’s smart enough to leave him alone, or just caught up in their own shit, oblivious. Knowing the guys, it’s probably more the second one, possibly with an extra dose of being shit-scared of ‘Playoff Willy’ but whatever.

“You know, Willy,” Shithead says, not smart or scared, and Tate’s tensing even before he says, “we won.”

“Shithead, buddy,” Money says from a safely distant spot, in a voice that Tate thinks is meant to be as much warning as invitation, and Shithead peels off before Tate can inform him that he is well aware that they won, Brandon, but at what fucking cost is that win when they’ve now lost the second half of their first fucking pair.

Everyone keeps a wide berth, thankfully. The obliviously cheerful chatter’s enough to get under his skin, and he jerks his clothes on, noticing how tight he is, and not just with tension. He considers asking Mac to work on his right hamstring, but Ferris is talking to him, and he’s favoring something right now. If he’s noticed, so have their opponents. Tate will come in before practice if it’s still bothering him.

There are a few players talking plans, but when Tate pays attention, it’s just grabbing a late dinner together, so he doesn’t interfere. It’s the young guns; if they did go straight home, they’d just end up ordering food anyway, and they’re more likely to eat according to their nutrition plans at a restaurant in front of teammates than if they’re getting shit delivered to eat without an audience. Peer pressure is good for these kinds of things.

“You good?” Money asks, and when Tate looks over at him, his face is solemn. He knows what they lost, if nobody else seems to.

“He’s one of the pieces, Money,” Tate says.

“Next man up, Playoff Willy,” Money says. “That’s all you can ask for.”

“Next man up,” Tate says, and hopes that’ll be enough, or, at the very least, that whoever they’re facing down the line will have pieces punched out of them too. A wounded opponent is desperate, and that’s dangerous, but not when you’re desperate too. Then it’s just a fair fight.

*

Tate goes home, heats up a prepared meal, fighting the urge to read the postgame reactions — that’s the worst possible thing he could do, so of course it’s what he wants to do most. His kitchen isn’t big enough to pace properly, but his body, on autopilot, is doing its damnedest. He won’t be able to sleep if he’s still like this. While shovelling food into his mouth he considers who would be up, and free, and not insulted by a booty call. He’s not fit for strangers right now.

But then he starts calculating the timeline, slotting in how long it’ll take someone to respond, do the back and forth, them coming over, or for him to get to their place, the earliest he can politely go to sleep, the minimum amount of sleep he needs, how quickly he can get out of there in the morning, or get them out without seeming rude —

Tate shoves his phone away, frustrated, then pulls it right back to him less than a minute later. The last thing he wants right now is to be alone with his thoughts.

A text notification from Owen pops up as he does. Under a Congrats! Tate didn’t read — postgame congratulations add up, especially during the playoffs — Owen’s followed up with Apparently not congrats?

Or maybe half congrats?

I am getting very mixed messages from Joey.

Tate snorts. It was a mixed message kind of night.

I don’t know enough about hockey to insightfully comment but I assume that is not good.

That sucks and I’m sorry.

Unless it is good mixed messages in which case ignore me.

Actually either way ignore me.

Tate huffs out quiet breath. It’s kind of nice, actually, talking to someone who genuinely isn’t in the loop. If Owen doesn’t know something it’s because it’s not something he’s familiar with, not like he’s willfully ignoring unpleasant things, or like he should know better.

How are finals? Tate asks.

Sometimes I think undergrads are getting dumber by the year but it’s probably just me getting more cynical with time.

Tate was expecting a change of subject to distract him, not Owen being extremely relatable. Replace undergrads with rookies, and — well, actually, he would venture that the rookies are all more mature than Shithead, but he’s an outlier, Tate supposes.

Or you’re getting smarter.

Oh no definitely just more cynical.

Joey says you’re the smartest dude he knows.

I’m pretty sure at this point Joey says that about anyone who hasn’t set themselves on fire before.

I legitimately worry about his and Nick’s safety.

Tate laughs out loud this time.

Yeah me too. Don’t worry I keep an eye out for them.

That is genuinely a relief, thank you.

Tate twists his fork in between his fingers, starts to write.

Hey do you want

He deletes it.

What are you doi

Deletes it.

Are you up to

Delete.

He blows out a breath, brings his shit to the sink. Tells himself not to be selfish. That mantra of his, probably not one his sports therapist would approve of, and always hardest to follow right around now. Easiest, too. Everything for the team. But when the team isn’t involved, he’s at a loss.

Tate rinses his fork, his plate, loads them in the dishwasher. Checks his phone, but Owen hasn’t responded. Tate replies with You are very welcome, not expecting a response to that. A natural end to the conversation until one of them picks it up again. And that’s fine. That’s totally fine.

What are you up to right now?

Tate tries and fails to bite back a smile. Which is fine. It’s not like anyone can see him right now.

Absolutely nothing at all, he replies, and waits for Owen to save him from himself.

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DON’T MAKE ME GO (2022)

Starring John Cho, Mia Isaac, Kaya Scodelario, Josh Thomson, Otis Dhanji, Stefania LaVie Owen, Mitchell Hope, Jen Van Epps, Jemaine Clement, Quentin Warren, Elizabeth Hawthorne, Graham Vincent, Jordan Mooney, Timothy MacDonald, Madeleine McCarthy, Tane Williams-Accra, Jade Harlow, Simon Mead, Brooklyn Nathan, Kate Olivares, Arlo Gibson and Catherine Zulver.

Screenplay by Vera Herbert.

Directed by Hannah Marks.

Distributed by Amazon Studios. 109 minutes. Rated R.

In the first words spoken in Don’t Make Me Go, a voiceover narrator says, “You’re not going to like the way this story ends. But I think you’re going to like this story.”

What can I say? She’s not wrong.

Don’t Make Me Go is fairly intriguing during most of the running time, until it suddenly takes an overly melodramatic turn that nearly capsizes the whole enterprise. It doesn’t completely ruin all that came before it, but it does leave the audience with a bit of a bad taste in its mouth, feeling manipulated and disappointed.

Which is kind of surprising, because the screenplay by Vera Herbert was part of “The Blacklist,” an annual grouping of the best unproduced screenplays in Hollywood. That happened in 2012, so it took an additional ten years to get it onto the big screen. And, honestly, I can kind of see why it had the big lull before getting made.

Essentially, Don’t Make Me Go is a stylized version of the old-fashioned road trip movie. An uptight single father named Max (John Cho) and his cutely rebellious teenaged daughter Wally (Mia Isaac) drive from Los Angeles to New Orleans (and eventually to Florida). He tells her that it is for his college reunion, and of course she doesn’t want to go. (Hence the title…) However, the audience knows more about this trip than she does.

You see, Max has just found out that he has a large tumor in his skull. He has two choices – a very dangerous surgery which could potentially kill him, or not have surgery which leaves him with maybe a year to live. (Just for the record, the tumor is not the melodramatic twist mentioned above. The audience knows that circumstance may or may not change the film’s climax and is ready for either outcome throughout the film).

Max decides not to tell his daughter that he is dying. He also doesn’t tell her that he is bringing her to the reunion in hopes of finding his ex – her mother – who abandoned them when she was a little girl.

That doesn’t sound like a well-thought-out plan.

However, on the trip, the father and daughter get to know each other better. She learns that he wasn’t always the uptight and strict guy who she thinks he is. He even used to be a musician. Who knew? And he finally lets on that he has been having a semi-casual relationship with a new woman (Kaya Scodelario) which may have become a little serious. The scenes between Cho and Scodelario, both in person in the beginning and by phone from the road later in the film make for some of the best moments of the film.

He also takes advantage of the trip to give his daughter some life lessons – from learning how to drive to more important ones about relationships and living.

And, without going into too much detail for fear of spoilers, he finally explains what is happening and they are finally starting to connect as parent and child when that terrible conclusion happens. In fairness, in hindsight there was some foreshadowing of the ending, but it still feels like it comes out of left field. It is supposed to be shocking, I guess, but really it is manipulative and overwrought.

It seems the first words of the film were probably the most truthful. I didn’t like the way Don’t Make Me Go ends at all, but I liked much of the ride getting there.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2022 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: July 16, 2022.

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[photography-ardn631-2024]

Who's Migrant Mother is This?

During 1936 while the Great Depression was rampant throughout America photographer Dorothea Lange captured this famous photo titled 'Migrant Mother'. Due to its lack of copyright rights, the photo was mass produced, landing itself on clothing, postage stamps, newspapers and magazines alike. However, the story that was broadcast to the world is much different to those who experienced it.

Florence Owens Thompson, being a single mother of six had to work multiple jobs to make ends meet. Working the day as a cotton picker or other farm hand and working nights in restaurants they were always on the move. At the time of this photograph, she was travelling with her children and her new husband when they experienced a mechanical malfunction in their Hudson sedan and one of her sons and husband had walk to a neighbouring town to fix it. As they were parked on the side of the road next to this pea farm, this was where Lange had their photograph taken.

Florence Lange's experience of this encounter was much different to Florence Owen Thompsons. She described it as her not asking about Thompsons history, but learning her age, 36, and that her and the children had been living off of frozen vegetables from the neighbouring fields and birds which the children killed. She said they had sold tires from her car to buy food. Lange saw an equality in the photograph, as she believed Thomson thought it might help their situation, however that wasn't the case.

Thompson later said she did not want her photo taken. She denies they lived off frozen vegetables, and he children have discredited what was said by Lange, stating their tires were never sold as they drove off with them attached to the car. Her son doesn't believe she was lying, only got two stories mixed up.

The story of 'Migrant Mother' shows an important message of ethics in photography. It shows that we must make sure our subject is comfortable with having their photograph taken, as well as having their story told accurately. It is important to make sure we don't fabricate a story about out subject to better our work or garner more attention to it, even if it was an accident. We must always make sure our subjects are comfortable and we are accurately telling their story, and are only sharing what has been trusted with us to share.

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[chenlirui]

SBS Transit Bus Number 141 goes to Lorong 1 Toa Payoh,                 Thomson Road, Owen Road, Serangoon Road 

SBS Transit Bus Number 141 goes to Lorong 1 Geylang Terminal  

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Here. Have a Life Saver

HOWARD CUNNINGHAM Want to go home?

RICHIE In a minute, Dad.

HOWARD CUNNINGHAM Tough game.

RICHIE A free throw. I missed a lousy free throw.

HOWARD CUNNINGHAM Well... you make a great shot, and you're a hero, and you miss one, and you're just one of the many that tried.

RICHIE Well, Dad, that's not very comforting.

HOWARD CUNNINGHAM Look, Richard, even the best of them have bad games. You know, like Ralph Branca throwing up a home run ball to Bobby Thomson in the play-offs. And Mickey Owen missing the third strike and losing the World Series.

RICHIE Yeah, but, Dad, this game was important.

HOWARD CUNNINGHAM Oh. I tell you something, I think you're being a little too hard on yourself. You know, after all, you were a hero for a week. You had your moment, and that's more than most people.

RICHIE I guess I just...wanted it to go on.

HOWARD CUNNINGHAM I know.  Come on. Let’s go home. Here...have a Life Saver. It'll make you feel better.

Happy Days

“A Shot in the Dark”

Season 4, Episode 15

Story by Steve Zacharias

Teleplay by Fred Fox Jr.

Directed by Jerry Paris

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