It was Christmas time in the house of Francis
Chu was gooing and gaaing cuteness
Crawling on the floor to-and-fro
Going all around like a pro
When, “What’s that in your mouth?!” mom asked
But baby just giggled and jingled un-aghast
"Gimmie that!" mom fretted and roared
"Jingle-jangle!" Charlie responded of his own accord
And then fingers in mouths
And screams filled the air
Then a swallow and a gulp with no more jangles anywhere
"Oh no!" mom cried
"Pfft!" baby did chide
"You’re not suppose to put Christmas on your insides!"
A waiting game commenced and initial shock worn off
As mommy went around collecting hats and plucking bells doff
Now mom is rummaging through diapers
(And cursing at pampers)
While Charlie is happy and festive
(Though possibly less digestive)
So here we go, celebrating a first Christmas
Hopefully without illness
Charlie merrily gooing and gaaing in jubilee
But mommy wonders if they should bother with a tree
"A tree!" dad exclaimed, "surely we’ll need it!"
"But our ridiculous baby will surely try and eat it!"
# everything about this is good # photography
but like why didnt baltar just ask ppl to read a captcha to see if theyre robo
Imagine Tigh just totally unable to read one of those captchas and being like WHAT THE FRRRAK KIND OF TEST IS THIS, MAKE THE LETTERS NORMAL YOU LITTLE SHIT and he crumples the paper up and Baltar goes back to the drawing board.
And then three years later, they’re both like “…oh.”
lord grant me the strength to accept the plot lines i cannot change
courage to continue to watch the show
and wisdom to remember i am not a member of the psychotic part of the fandom
I will fear no canon. For Thou art with me. Thy fanfic and thy meta, they comfort me
Forever and ever AO3
wow this is terrible i’m having one of those ‘don’t communicate, don’t move, don’t make a noise, don’t look at anyone, don’t eat anything, drown yourself in coffee’ kind of days.
we are out of creamer.
Come watch the TVsssssssssssss
Do you think consumers of films focus too much on plot logic and too little on the emotion a movie gives a viewer?
I think nerds do, yeah. A lot of people seem to think that picking out plot holes or logical inconsistencies, usually really small ones that have no impact on the dramatic arc of the narrative, is more fun than involving yourself in the story or the characters and makes you “smarter” than the filmmakers. Witness those “everything wrong with [insert movie]” videos that are nothing but bullshit nitpicks that have all the valuable, insightful critical analysis of a wet bag of dog poop.
Normally the stuff that gets pointed out as a “flaw” or a “mistake” is either a meaningless continuity error or some minor bit of plot convenience that’s required to get the story from point A to point B. In bad movies, these conveniences are so huge that they take you right out of the story and all you can think about is how ridiculous the leap of logic is. In good movies, even noticeable plot holes don’t matter because you’re so wrapped up in the drama/comedy/whatever and you care about the story and the characters enough to just go with it. A lot of people are very resistant to even the idea of the latter, so we wind up with a bunch of pointless, insight-free nitpicking disguised as “film criticism”.
The best film criticism isn’t about “gotcha, now I’m smarter than the screenwriters” posturing - it’s about appreciation, about understanding what the filmmakers were attempting to do and if they were successful in terms of execution. Movies are, by and large, all about how they make you feel, what they make you think about, how the characters build, how the story unfolds. Focusing on “hey, there’s no way that car could’ve made that jump!” or “that computer OS doesn’t operate that way!!” is missing the point. That stuff can be fun to point out in a movie that’s failing on most levels, but if you’re watching something that is genuinely dramatically gripping and the only thing you have to offer in analysis and discussion is a bunch of myopic nitpicking, you’re doing it wrong.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot myself; it is always something that can really (really) grate on me when I’m watching a movie and am engaged in it. I may be on the verge of tears, or holding my breath, or absorbing the story and emitting emotion - I’ll be giving back and someone goes “That isn’t how science works!” or the ever famous “Why don’t they turn on the lights?!”
It takes a lot of my will power to not just scream.
I do, however, scream at Neil deGrasse Tyson every time he opens his condescending mouth over some trivial aspect of a science fiction film or nitpick a TV show or tweet a correction about a fiction novel.
Oh? Sandra Bullock’s hair in Gravity isn’t floating enough? Okay? Does this need to be said? Sure you’re a scientist but Gravity isn’t science, it is a story being told. What is the purpose, as a scientist, to point out a film isn’t doing space right? What does that accomplish other than inform people, who are already well aware, that the film is a film? I strongly dislike Neil deGrasse Tyson first and foremost for this reason.
I’m going to catch up later with all the comics that’ve been piling up unread while I was having my brief Sulk With All Media.
What should I start with, do you think? That’s a silly question, I know. The answer’s #3 of Rat Queens. But what after that?
At least you have literal piles of unread issues, I have theoretical ones. I haven’t been to a comic store since my last weird adventure. I don’t know what made me think I could do the issue thing again.
As for what you read next, I know not what you have to read. As such my suggestion is to formulate a reading equation and when faced with the answer for what to read next you promptly ignore the answer and instead read what suddenly you knew you wanted to read next all along. That usually works for me.
I haven’t been onto reading any new comics whatsoever since DC did the Thing and I developed some insecurities fearing that Marvel might do a similar Thing sometime and oh gosh I just could not bear that.
Which still leaves me with more comics knowledge than your average bear, and often sees me chiming in to conversations to toss in strange bits of comics factoids. Then someone inevitably says “Wow, you must read a lot of comics.”
"Oh, I used to, partner," and suddenly we’re on the high plains of the wild west, and I’m on a horse dressed in my best John Wayne getup, staring out at the setting sun as my horse lets out a low whinny, the towns of Marvel and DC to my back. "I used to."
Ennio Morricone-composed theme kicks in, and off into the sunset I ride.
# thruthiness and beauty # text # multiplayer notepad # comics
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