Friday Ephemera
Bonsai in space. // Fava beans and a nice Chianti. // Reg Kehoe and his marimba queens. // Human-sized kaleidoscope. // A wheel for cats. // “A Quinn Martin production.” // Made of light. // That’s not an earthworm, this is an earthworm. // This is this. // Place names of note, from Bollock to Anus. // Baby’s first baby. // No, children, no. Don’t play there. // X-rayed toys. // A day in the life of a New York taxi. // He had too many teeth. // “Thunderstorms make antimatter.” // An interactive timeline of the Marvel cinematic universe. // Petting. // Paperweight. // Fighting phantom pain. // FingerReader, a prototype. // On the ageing of cheese. // And finally, obviously, a high-speed chase involving Japanese ninja schoolgirls.
Notable place names: Knob Lick, Missouri and Toad Suck, Arkansas.
I’ve been to both.
Alas.
Notable place names:
A little bit ago I decided that at some point with assorted story concocting and movie making, I would have an exchange of a gift between a pair of families in Iowa. William Shore and his wife Susan will have something shipped to them from Geoffery Hall and his brother Frederick. Thus a package will travel from the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli.
Baby’s first baby.
Nightmare toy. “Baby’s baby is pregnant too!”
Fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Census taker’s liver not included?
I am hypnotised by that bird video!
Census taker’s liver not included?
Sadly, no. But think of it as a DIY project.
Speaking of such things, the penultimate episode of Hannibal season two was a belter. Gorgeously grotesque, wonderfully played, and with one of the most grimly amusing hallucination scenes I can remember. I loved how Verger’s fate seemed to hinge on the rude treatment of a chair arm.
Why is it that the first one of the Friday ephemera I clicked on was the one with Japanese Ninja Schoolgirls . . . and I don’t really have to ask, do I?
Hmmm . . . Japanese Ninja Schoolgirls do for Parkour what bacon does for cheesburgers.
It was a fun video. 🙂
Reg Kehoe and his marimba queens.
That’s exactly how I would play the double bass.
It’s “A nice Chianti” in the movie; the novel favours “a big Amarone”. Now that’s a proper wine.
I only know this because of the years of conditioning I have undergone at the hands of the posh Southern lass who is the current Mrs. O.
Like the Widder Douglas, she has sivilised me.
I am living a lie.
That’s exactly how I would do parkour dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl.
Speaking of such things, the penultimate episode of Hannibal season two was a belter. Gorgeously grotesque, wonderfully played, and with one of the most grimly amusing hallucination scenes I can remember. I loved how Verger’s fate seemed to hinge on the rude treatment of a chair arm.
I could only catch glimpses of it through my fingers, but blimey, what an actor Mads Mikkelsen is.
I could only catch glimpses of it through my fingers, but blimey, what an actor Mads Mikkelsen is.
Yes, he’s very good.
At first I wasn’t sure there’d be enough mileage in it to sustain an ongoing series, but it’s grown on me and is now essential viewing. Aside from the visual aesthetic, I think part of the appeal is the way the show can signal awful foreboding with tiny, almost comic details – a sniff, a pause, a barely seen expression. Or mistreated upholstery. There’s also the manipulation of the viewer’s sympathy and who we want to prevail (or escape). For instance, we, the viewer, want Verger to get his comeuppance, not least for his rudeness, and if Lecter is the vehicle for that comeuppance, his nemesis, then so be it. Catching monsters with monsters is, it turns out, a premise with legs.
Catching monsters with monsters is, it turns out, a premise with legs.
Yes, but they don’t make it that easy for themselves. Lecter really is evil, killing and manipulating the innocent as well as the wicked and Mikkeslen doesn’t ingratiate or twinkle or chew the furniture like Sir Anthony but he still sucks your sympathy towards him. Amazing. I was going to avoid it thinking it would be a sort of sentimental gore-fest but had a peek and , well, that performance changes everything.
I was going to avoid it thinking it would be a sort of sentimental gore-fest but had a peek and, well, that performance changes everything.
Yes, to sustain that sympathy – if that’s the word – is quite a feat. I suppose that’s the secret of a great dramatic villain. You secretly want him to escape and be stylishly wicked again. And of course the thing looks and sounds fabulous. I even like Gillian Anderson’s incredibly. Slow. Delivery.
I agree that Gillian Anderson just about gets away with it, but I think that’s partly because the bullet-time delivery speed gives you a bit longer just to look at Gillian Anderson.
Good piece by Brendan O’Neill in Spiked this week… on the ostentatious emoting by western leftoids, that may be fuelling the Palastinian death toll.
http://www.spiked-online.com/newsite/article/your-pity-for-palestinians-is-making-things-worse-in-gaza/15461#.U9LXMydA71A
We’ve spent a slice of the evening here with Hot Tub Time Machine (a movie). Apparently, the concept was so successful that a sequel is in the making.
-S
You forgot Dildo and Come by Chance Newfoundland..
Shall I put this here. Yes, I think I shall.
On Salon, some lesbians have discovered that straight women prefer penetrative sex to oral sex, whereas lesbians prefer oral to penetrative. And they think this is a problem, and that straight women need to like oral more. So what they do is ask their straight friends why they like what they like, and then ignore what they say, make up their own reasons, and declare it’s because misogyny.