Why would u torture me like this
This and the story* about the young man practically paralyzed with cerebral palsy, to the point he can’t speak, whose family will put him on the roof so he can look out over the city, and he witnesses a battle with Spidey and Morpheus, and there’s a line, when Spidey takes off his mask to talk to the guy, about how the young man can see the tremendous sadness behind Spider-man’s eyes, even when he’s smiling at the guy and telling him it will be okay…
These stories stick out to me.
*(Spectacular Spider-man Volume 3: Here There be Monsters)
WE WISH YOU EXTERMINATION
WE WISH YOU EXTERMINATION
WE WISH YOU EXTERMINATION
AND WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA
Though I think the guy on the FB wall wins the prize with the line “Deck the halls with bits of Doctor fa la la la la EXTERMINATE!”
UPDATE: Oops, it oughta be “Would You Care For Some Tea,” so feel free to sing it as you like :)
time to reblog this. *snicker*
You know that type of laughter that starts off as a small chuckle but kinda builds up inside your throat, eventually mounting into a full blown, bent over yourself, holding your stomach as you guffaw uproariously?
this should be a sculpture about the human condition entitled ‘Unbridled Optimism Meets An Uncaring Universe’
There are photos that tell a story, then there are photos that tell a story.
You know the place. It’s where deities and divinities and avatars go when they’ve clocked off when they need a glass or a stiff one or some casual conversation with their peers before going home to the family.
So Christ is sitting there nursing a nice Pinot Grigio (he gets so tired of red wine, you have no idea) and he’s saying to the gods and near-gods at the bar with him, “You know what really gets to me, though? The tat. The kitsch. The dashboard ornaments, the endless dodgy art — “
"I saw that doll," says somebody down the bar past Mithras and Izanagi: a god with his hood pulled up and a long cloak that looks and flows like shadow. "With the puffy sleeves and the crown."
"The Infant of Prague, yeah. Take my advice, do not do apparitions after hours in Prague, it’s something about the beer they brew there, what those people will do to you after the fact just does not bear considering. But you know what’s worst? The ‘Sacred Heart.’” He actually does the air quotes, which leave little traces of (appropriately) red fire. “On the front of me, like I’ve had some kind of bass-ackwards transplant. Usually with rays of light coming out of it. Aorta and vena cava and wobbly bits all aglow. There is nothing that does not appear on. Lunch boxes. Key chains. Night lights, do you believe that? How many kids’ nights have been ruined by having that thing glowing at them like a refugee from a Bill Cosby skit? You should see some of the stores at CafePress. I’m amazed they haven’t done My Sacred Spleen yet. Except probably none of them can figure out where it would go.” He rolls his eyes. “I have it way worse than any of you.”
Mutterings of agreement run up and down the bar. Then a voice speaks up.
"I got that beat."
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Ink Calendar designed by Oscar Diaz. The ink will slowly color each day of the month as time passes by.
Let’s go on an adventure.
Their reaction starts around 1:10.
Tom: Is there any way you can zoom into that? (holds image up to TV camera) That’s what we’re looking at. That’s what the movie is.
Chris: That’s brilliant. I want a copy of that.
Tom: Where would you put it?
Chris: On my wall.
Tom: Not sure how many tickets that would sell…
A view of Earth from ESA’s Rosetta comet-chaser probe as it swings past on a “slingshot” acceleration pass in 2009
Marina Sirtis talks about Deanna Troi and the inverse relation between cleavage and brains in TNG
There are certain rules in Hollywood. One of the rules is not written anywhere, but you just know: if you’re doing an action-adventure show, you gotta have chicks on the show for the boys to look at when they’re not blowing up other spaceships. Second rule: if the chick has a cleavage, she cannot have a brain.
So, [after wearing a uniform in the first episode] I got a cleavage, and all my gray matter departed. Which was sad, because originally (I know this is gonna shock you), Troi was supposed to be the brains of the Enterprise. So when the cleavage came, all that left, and I became decorative, like a potted palm on the bridge.
Then of course came the second season, and I was the only young one left. We had me and we had Diana, and so I had to become all things to all men. And so I got the red outfit, and and then we got the lilac outfit and then we got the green dress. Under the green dress I got to wear a corset, a satin corset, with bones in, like Scarlet O’Hara.
Now, as you know, with a corset everything gets pushed up or down. What was pushed down was kind of enclosed in the skirt and what was pushed up was enclosed in what I named “the Industrial Strength Starfleet Brassiere”, which was a wonder of modern engineering. I mean, I used to take it off at night and go "oh blimey, where did they go?". In fact, we had guest stars - and I’m no Twiggy - who would come and see me in the morning as Marina and then they would see me two hours later as Troi, and they’d go to costume and go "I want that bra!"
So then we got to season six, and there was the episode “Chain of Command" where we were trying out the new captain, Captain Jellico (just in case Patrick wanted too much money for next season, we were auditioning other captains), and he said to Troi “Go put on a uniform”. And lo and behold, there was one in her closet. So I put it on, and by then I was skinny, and the director and all the producers were like "she looks good in that, why wasn’t she been wearing that for the last six years?"
So I started to wear my spacesuit. I was thrilled to finally be in a spacesuit. First of all, my pips - cause I had a rank, you know. And then, it was very flattering actually, it looked really good.
Suddenly, I was smart again. My cleavage had gone. My gray matter came flooding back. I was on away teams! I was the leader of one away team! I had a medical tricorder! And unlike Beverly, I seemed to know what was wrong with people.
And, in this one particular episode, where we were on the Romulan ship - because suddenly I am the expert in Romulan technology - I had this line: "That’s impossible. The Romulans use an artificial quantum singularity as their power source". Who did I say it to? Geordi and Data! They didn’t know this. To be honest, when we were shooting the scene and I was saying the line, I was sneaking looks to my right and left to make sure they hadn’t developed a cleavage while I wasn’t looking.
~ The brilliant and hilarious Marina Sirtis at DragonCon 2010: Star Trek TNG Panel (Abridged from this video. The panel begins here, go check it out, it’s totally worth it).