Get people into my House.
Get the people for the roster positions connected to my vassal Houses.
Yeeeeeeaaaah.
Get people into my House.
Get the people for the roster positions connected to my vassal Houses.
Yeeeeeeaaaah.
I've made abortive attempts to try this show twice, and it appears that third time is the charm.
If you have an opportunity, take the time to check out Crazy Ex Girlfriend on Netflix and the CW. A dark musical comedy series about a woman who quits her fancy ass law firm job in NYC and moves to a dinky town in CA all because she bumped into her summer camp love and decided to follow him out there. And it just so happens that when occasion merits it, characters on the show burst into unexpectedly into song.
The show has one of the best portrayals of what it means to deal with mental health issues I've ever seen. It's worth investing in if you are someone who is. At one point in the latest season, Rebecca bursts into song over the prospect of having a diagnosis that explains why she is the way she is and I completely, absolutely understand that sudden joy and realization. Or when she's suffering from depression, has made terrible choices, and then sings a Whitney-esque ballad called "You Stupid Bitch" expressing all the thoughts and feelings that involve depression and self-loathing to a tee.
It's also a great show for those of us who might not have mental illness, but want to understand people that do, while still being funny and having catchy tunes. Also, Rebecca Bloom (who plays Rebecca Bunch) is a bit zaftig, she doesn't have the typical tv body, and doesn't try to hide it. You see her in various states of undress, and not just cinched into a body shaper, but at times openly with a bit of belly hanging out which is awesome, as are her absolutely amazing breasts. Seriously, the girl is stacked.
Anyway. Rebecca Bunch is my new spirit animal.
I was crazy before this was dreamed up.
@aria I am admittedly left wondering why Bjorn didn't report his grandfather, but then again, it might very well wreck his entire family.
@aria said in Um...What?:
@coin said in Um...What?:
My brother didn't realize he was fucking a Nazi until he saw the Swastika tatoo on her boob.
I accidentally had dinner at a Nazi's house once.
And I don't mean, like.... a neo-Nazi. I mean a Nazi Nazi. Like, served on the wrong side of WWII Nazi. By choice. It was super awkward when I found out.
Story time!
Having been to Spokane, I have to say my reaction is...lukewarm, at best.
I recently came into watching Riverdale myself. Now I'm irritated that the first few eps of S2 aren't up On Demand atm.
I keep promising myself that I'm going to do this project I've always felt inclined to try.
My mom is buried in Israel and I've never seen her resting place. So I want to try to crowdsource a trip to Israel, but incorporate blog entries and maybe vlog entries and basically make it a journey for people to follow. Maybe get some sponsorship from various Jewish organizations.
@rook said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
Huh.
Here, I'm thinking to myself: "Maybe when being honest, I should add on 'RELAX, THO'." But then that sounds dickish and self-important/-arrogant.
Jesus, sometimes you just want to pay someone a compliment without it causing stress and drama and hurt feelings. Those are the exact opposites of the wanted outcome.
Seriously. Sometimes you just look pretty and nice people want to pay that compliment because, you know, sharing smiles and happy.
It's more complicated than that, particularly when it comes from a place of low self-esteem. Which you'd think means you'd soak up compliments like a sponge, when actually it means getting compliments stresses you out, like why are all these people lying to me?!
I've enjoyed every Victorian era nWoD game I've participated in, but unfortunately none of them last beyond a few months at best.
Why is it so hard to process having a bunch of people telling me I look beautiful/pretty? Like, near panic attack level feelings. It's a compliment. I should enjoy compliments, right?
Bunheads is now on Hulu. It's from the lady who created Gilmore Girls and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. I am a very pleased Cupcake.
I console myself through the endless rotation of Christmas songs by reminding myself that if it was written in the 20th century, it was probably written by a Jew.
Because at the time, the selection was more along the lines of:
@rook said in PBs You Haven't Had a Chance to Use:
@Auspice
I would argue "She played a 23-year old this year in <movie name>. If it's good enough for movie audiences, it's good enough for MUSH."
I think the problem mainly rests with people who try to say someone like, say, Stephen Amell is 23 years old. And while he is quite handsome imo there is no way in hell that he's 23.
Game example: On a game set at a New York state liberal arts college, someone wanted to use Phillip Seymour Hoffman...as a traditional college sophomore. Um, no.
Addendum to add:
He is 68 lbs of awesome greyhound, 6 years old come January, and originally bred in Ireland for coursing rather than racing. He was sold to a Canadian, most likely intending to race him, and there is some suspicion that he was raced illegally a few times. At some point he got adopted/sold to someone in Vancouver, who kept him out-of-doors all the time, with only an unheated doghouse for shelter. He was rescued by the Vancouver Humane Society before being sent to to the greyhound adoption group located here in WA.
Updated with Project Infinity and Ineffable Game PCs.
@mercutio Was that possible in version 2? In version 1 I'm sure it was bird gods.