From both the librettist and the people writing the program notes. Yesterday was the final Met Opera broadcast of the season, and it ended with Pagliacci, Ruggero Leoncavallo’s famous opera about Crazy Joe Davola. »
Last night I re-watched Martin McDonagh’s In Bruges, because I will watch anything with Brendan Gleeson in it, up to and including Brendan Gleeson’s house (until those busybody cops and local judges put an end to that...what the hell does 500 yards mean, anyway? am I supposed to carry a big tape measure with me at all… »
I thought of Cox and Chelsea Manning—forgot about Mock, although she would be a good candidate as well—but I would imagine that Jenner has a wider base of name recognition, having been in the public eye (and in different ways, thus being recognizable to a wider variety of groups—sports fans, people who lost the remote… »
The version of the script we have is dated December 7, 2012, so it’s possible, if not likely, that some revisions have been made.
I’m not scrubbing anything—if someone wants to judge me for liking someone’s Dzhokhar Tsarnaev/One Direction slash fiction, that’s on them. »
That’s just crazy enough to work. A friend of mine and I did a dinner party a while back with a dessert of strawberries with balsamic and brown sugar over olive oil ice cream. The general consensus was, “Huh, that’s weird,” followed a few minutes later by “Give me whatever’s left or I will burn this house down.”
Since I don’t think Emily Post would cover this sort of thing—and besides, she’s dead, probably—I’ll throw this out there to you folks regarding how to handle people visiting for a job interview. »
Off-topic, but since the review mentions Reebok Pumps, I looked them up (I never had them, but my brother got some with his high school job money). Turns out they’re over a quarter-century old, and now I officially feel like a fossil.
On the one hand, it’s a petty, unprofessional rant that is stupid on its face and filled with language that has no place in polite society. On the other hand, anyone named “C. Trent” can go fuck himself.
I mean, I overcame that nonsense when I got into my 30s. You know who else got into his 30s? Jesus.
From the still, I’m guessing those are the guys who are involved (I mean, the story uses video from the show, so unless it’s a “Hey, these things are thematically-linked!” thing...). As for the sex/sexless thing, Gawker did an interview/comment-interview thing with a gay Mormon married with a couple of kids a few… »