Glenn 2 Electric Boogaloo

No he did not.

The first three letters of "hot dog" and "Dog Day Afternoon" spell out "hot dog".

The remaining letters spell out "Dog Day Afternoon".

I don't know who needs to hear this, but- *hums a solemn tune, one whose wordless melody recalls those days when you used to look up at the rain and smile, glad to inhabit a world filled with endless wonders*

Longlegs (the character and performance) deserved a more worthy vehicle than Longlegs (the film).

Who watches the watchdog? #NationalPuppyDay

The dog enjoys his pillow fort.

Wherein I discover The Surreal Life 20 years later and my boyfriend must pay the price.

Captain Holt is my single favorite TV character. Gay, black, taciturn, using a deep seriousness to shield himself from those who held his sexuality against him in life and the workplace. The politics of cop sitcoms aside, I recognized myself in Andre Braugher's performance. #RIP

'Before' was a formless dream. One of darkness and turmoil. Wrapped in storm's shadow, beset by forces beyond imagining, this sea howled unheard in the night.

Before unraveling into all we know, are, perceive, there were none to name it. So it had none.

For without the dreamer. What is is a dream?

[Lincoln, back from the dead]

LINCOLN: Why are all the people I fought against now in my part-*plane flies overhead*-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!

"Hi!"

It was a tweet first, and not to worry, it found a bit of an audience.

To shield against the harrowing present, we mythologize our past and forecast futures where all dreams are achieved. Bridges drawn over a moat of deceit, to blind from the current, wasted moment. Another one of many moments lost to us, pushing onward as the light grows dim, and night falls at last.

I may never truly be comfortable with the concept of 'adults who were born after The Matrix was released'.

🎶 Come with me, and you'll be,
In a world of labor violations 🎶

"HOMOSEXUALITY IS A CHOICE!" The politician screams from his podium.

"...a rad choice." He whispers, hours later, wrapped in the well-muscled arms of his lover.

"This smoke. This fag (u mad libs?). This magnificent stick of cancer-"

*takes quick drag, only to erupt into a coughing fit lasting 17 minutes*

"is... is m-"

*runs off screen, convulsive retching heard as filming continues, the parking lot empty, lens focused on the setting sun*

It is a surreal experience, watching one of the finest performances of a barely sublimated violent rage ever committed to film, mere hours after learning contextualizing information that tells me: What you are seeing is less acting than it is an unveiling, a confession. We are watching a mask slip.

I have been looking for a platform to express the... 'complicated' feelings I had watching Creed III the morning after news broke of Jonathan Major's arrest for domestic violence. Is BlueSky the platform that finally gets me canceled*?

*not an actual thing that happens to people

I don't know what this is. I don't know how to find people. I don't know what it is for. What is this peace I feel?