My personal favourite, “Star of Wonder” by the Roches. It has a lyrical, floating quality that completely transports me to that distant hill on that special night. There is a feeling of being on the threshold of something momentous and being unsure whether to take the first step.
Or this
An excellent film, one I always recommend when talking about how atmosphere and setting are more importing in suspense film-making than wiz-bang technical effects and gore.
My niece was playing her toy guitar and wearing big Elton John-style plastic sunglasses. Her mum started filming and told her to sing something, so my niece burst out with “TIE ME UP, KICK ME IN THE FACE! KICK ME IN THE BALLS!”
On the classroom board currently labeled “Our Families”, my 4-year-old has proudly displayed a blobby picture of me with an enormous belly holding his baby sister. There are lines from my blobby nipples to the baby’s mouth, to represent the milk. When I pointed out that his sister is bottle fed (because of latching…
My partner’s stepfather, bless his heart, is a deeply forthright person who still works tremendously hard despite being nearly 80 now. He took on raising two less-than-cooperative pre-teens recovering from the kind of chaotic homelife you get when mum is forced to work three jobs because dad is paralyzed by the drink…
Those opening notes still tug at my heartstrings.
Bagpuss is a national treasure; he’s like a big visual hug. My son, 4, chose a life-size Bagpuss-backpack as his school bag because he says he made him feel less shy about starting school.
Linda Flynn-Fletcher, from Phineas and Ferb. She’s kind, active, and so calm in the face of Candace’s teenage angst and (seemingly) neurotic need to narc out her brothers. I always think of the scene in “Rollercoaster: The Musical” where mid-shop she takes Cadance to vent her drama by yelling at some cheese.
My mother was persistantly negative about my appearance. She rode me constantly about my hair, about my skin, my weight, that I should wear make-up, took me to salons to get my eyebrows and lip waxed. But it was never as a mum-and-daughter day out, or as a bonding activity. It was always punitive: “you don’t have to…
I realised this the other day, thinking about post-disaster videogames, as well as film and television. There’s almost always a crafting mechanic where the player combines Cloth + Sewing Kit to make clothes. Good Guy characters sew up their rips and frays to show they are capable. The message being that as long as we…
I would love to visit Barcelona. Not just because of the architecture but because I’d love to wander around recreatingNo Word From Gurb.
Yes! Being able not to interact with other parents is a killer. Because of the way pick up and drop off is set up, I have no chance to chat with the parents of his classmates. Aside from one mum we already knew, I have no-one to reach out to to ask questions or get the vibe about how the class is going.
Our country went into strict lockdown from March until September, and our son was really starting to struggle with lack of contact with other children - we could see his social skills going right down the drain, he got very shy and anxious about any kind of change in schedule.
Setting aside flaunting the foofoo, it’s just an ugly statue. It looks like the artist had a big lump of clay to make a grand, complicated design with. But, after modeling the first figure, she got bored and call it good enough.
For an A, I got a slurpee from 7-11.
I confess to doing this once. My nephew, then aged 14, was goofing around in front of our house with a shovel and swinging it like a lightsaber. He smashed a window.
Graze sheep on the White House lawn again. My church does this, it’s eco-friendly and saves money on lawn-mowing.
Clorida, my elderly top hen. Like Merry, she’s going to life forever fueled by pure spite.
My cat, Mery Christmas, upsetting the chickens by sleeping in a nest box. She hates everyone. She has the opposite of Christmas-spirit... Festivus, maybe?
