YOU’RE TELLING ME… THAT MY 16th GREAT GRANDFATHER… Was … Sir DICK of ASSINGTON????? I don’t often say New Year, New Me, but I feel like if I don’t take over this role it would be a waste of an entire lifetime.

[gobbles]

Nay, GET THIS MAN INTO THE STUDIO.

a few pixels of taika filming the movie 'place to be' aka the pigeon movie

Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep, dark night… I can see paradise by the dashboard light. [don’t mind me, just purging earworms]

I just got super mad about the cancellation again. It’s like an anger boomerang. An Angerang.

Hey Hornigold, how about you let the man fuckin' elaborate for a second. Some of us are trying to hear this.

Out here looking thicker than cold oatmeal. 🫦🫦🫦🫦🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

My brother bought a new classic poetry anthology for me for Christmas. And I’m trying so hard not to make that EVERYONE’S problem.

Playing with genealogy in my spare time, and I’m laughing at the wedding record for two of my ancestors named Bowcock and Johnson in 1721. And I realized that fate has been conspiring for 300 years to make me the way I am.

I wonder if this is how every comic book villain ever felt before they decided to pull out the makeup and costume and get to work.

I forget sometimes that I’m an embarrassing nerd. And then I realize I’ve been getting all hot and bothered imagining my fave saying lines from a 400 year old piece of literature. PLEASE self. Find some chill. An iota.

“I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits. I and nobody else am the greatest traitor. I went myself first to the headland my own hands carried me there. You villain touch! what are you doing? My breath is tight in its throat. Unclench your floodgates; you are too much for me.”

Precious boy and an errant curl. #TaikaTuesday

Having these two frames happen one after the other was diabolical storytelling. So many layers to this that I want to talk about constantly.

Don’t read these lyrics if you value being normal about television show characters.

If melancholy was somehow translated onto vinyl discs, this is one of the songs that would emerge from the speakers. And I melt to it like candle wax every time.

Symbolically, yellow represents: Energy, joy, and the solar plexus chakra which governs willpower, confidence, self-esteem, and identity; along with the element of fire. The color yellow is ALSO known to make things appear sweeter and to noticeably stimulate your appetite. It’s working.

It is time for my (frequent) reminder that one of my favorite characters from Our Flag Means Death is the music. Pick an iconic scene. ANY iconic scene. And imagine it without the music that was chosen. Now tell me it affects your heart in the same way. You can’t. Mastery of emotional experience.

Meanwhile I need to find a way to experience this like an infusion into my veins. Or like a tanning bed that I can lay in the midst of while basking for 20 minutes at a time.

Picasso Blue Period who???? I only know the Waititi Yellow Period. Get cultured.

My photoshop is never good, but try and tell me you aren’t immediately ready to have a seat and tell him what you want. Let’s be honest, I’ll let HIM tell ME what I want.

This, to Heart’s “Alone”. Thank you for your time.

Wrapping this month’s mortgage payment in colored paper and ribbon might be the reason I’m a fuckin’ Scrooge, Carol, I don’t know. It’s a mystery.

You ever realize you’re the perfect mark?

Do you know what “Bronc Busting” is? I can show you.

We love a Via-you-Go-girllll.

Nothing haunts me quite like the knowledge that somewhere there exists a set of drives holding hours of unused and unseen footage from the show. Cut scenes, bloopers, improv takes that go on and on, alternative angles, photo shoots of scene moments for promo, etc etc etc etc….

The Avetts have a song called “Ill With Want”. Now, while the song itself is more about the desire/lust for the material rather than the carnal, I have to think that the consumption of material parallel w/ one’s own lived experience is a valid interpretation of Art. And I for one am ILL with WANT

My ‘Screenshots’ album is wild sometimes, but other times, it makes all the sense in the world. #TaikaTuesday

It might be #TaikaTuesday, but we’re still in the throes of December. So here’s a fitting companion vibe to the season.

I posted about Santa last night, so now the producers of this version of The Truman Show are playing right in my face.

Every time I remember they just…did that… my heart morphs into Edvard Munch’s “The Scream”.

I’m sorry but what exactly is keeping me from buying up all of these? And then retiring to my sewing machine with rolls of leather and luxe fabrics and becoming that weird lady with a house full of dolls?

Math class T.A. Ed is distracted after having a meeting with an almost-failing student wearing an outfit WAY too fancy (and WAY too tight in some places) for an 8am college course.

Excited to see this in theaters in 2037 😂 Following the T-Bone concept-to-airing formula, of course.

Hey, Jeff just called, and he said if you don’t like his bows, you can kiss his AccounTaint.

I feel like this would have been a much more productive evening; no cutlery necessary for consumption of meat.

Come with meeeee and you’ll be… In a woooorrrllllldddd of pure imagination (bad photoshop)

In today’s edition of “What the Hell is My Brain Doing”, I have the lyrics from ‘Just a Friend’ by Biz Markie playing in my dome. However, the melody it’s set to is actually ‘The Impression That I Get’ by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones’. It’s like having three world’s worst DJ on unskippable loop.

I fell into some kind of exhaustion nap and had a dream that I needed to pass on an important joke. In my dream mind it was the funniest joke that has ever been told and it was IMPERATIVE that I share. When gym bros give a beej, they always SWOLEow. That was it. That’s the joke.

Big thank you to Tammy Davis for providing me with a wonderful #TaikaTuesday. (I'll plop the whole video below, but this needs to stand alone. Or kneel, rather.)

I don’t think I need to go into a lot of detail here, but look… my patellas would crack the floor beneath them due to the sheer force applied on the drop. #TaikaTuesday

Bouncy babe. #TaikaTuesday

Happy Happy #TaikaTuesday from this soft cutie pie.

It’s important for me to make sure you’re all aware of the Smokey Robinson album called ‘Gasms and the wildness of the lyrics contained therein.

Sometimes he makes my tongue feel like I ate too much pineapple at one time. A niche explanation, maybe, but if it hits - it hits.

Apologies if I’m a little morose today. I just remembered I owned a white mohair bucket hat at one time. *chews a handful of calcium supplements*

A short-ish chapter update to this one to get me back in the game. Hallelujah for abating writer's block. We're pushing almost 34k so far and there's A LOT left to cover. Gonna be a good time, I think. <3 archiveofourown.org/works/60660871