Icon meme

misbegotten was kind enough to ask about three of my icons for the meme going around:



This is Humphrey Bogart and Martha Vickers from The Big Sleep, which is an intriguing but not very coherent movie compared to Philip Marlowe's book, which is a much tighter story if you can get through the period-typical homophobia and Comstock Laws (and not just think, fuuuuuck, we have no clue how much crime and suffering we're preventing by not being such assholes about sexuality these days). Anyhoo, it's my icon for the puzzlement, substance use, or the challenges of interpreting between different media.



I suspect the restaurant's owners who put this up one week instead of Chick Noodle or Clam Chowder were very involved in scouting, but I feel that we can all use more flamboyance in our lives. So the soup du jour is CAMP.



Oh, John Crichton, hunted into a corner and lashing out like a rabid badger. I think he was so used to being at the mercy of forces larger that he was that he never appreciated the hubris of the people who thought they could control wormhole weaponry. It really did take a concrete demonstration of "This is what you asked for, and if I don't stop it soon, we are ALL DEAD, because THAT'S WHAT THIS DOES." Cake or Death? Why the fuck do you people keep choosing Death?

Compulsively watching Christine McConnell

Sometimes a gal just needs to watch a crafty femme make caramel spiders and chocolate tea sets, and bag a wholesome hot axe murderer. For the umpteenth time. Don't judge me, I'm already judging myself. Some thoughts:

• I adore that moment in a Henson production when the actors realize the puppets are emotionally real. They never go back, once that penny drops, and I find that fascinating.
• Edgar gives me a very strong Jamie Hyneman vibe.
• God I love Rose and her unapologetic libido and her fork hand.
• And the crocheted refuse in her dumpster canopy bed.
• I like that when Christine cooks an overly elaborate meal for a first date, it's not her aiming to please, it's her being a gracious host and also leading with her weirdness.
• Let me show you my ridiculous spread on mismatched mid-century glassware, where a coordinated palette of macarons and a lattice top pie are filler pieces, and you can decide if you can handle this intensity. Do try the cake.
• I have no sweet tooth, I can't explain why this is my happy place.
• Maybe it's the utter conviction with which she executes these fiddly pieces of edible art, like, it illustrates the value of the creation process itself. 

Muppets, and acceptance, and a decent het pairing, and art for its own sake...yeah that's all I got.