Don Juan (Piangi):
Here’s my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured
If I do not forget myself and laugh
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy
No dreams within her heart, but dreams of love
Don Juan (Erik):
Passarino, go away, for the trap is set
and waits for his prey!
One of my favourite things about the PotO musical are the lyrics of Don Juan, because they leave little doubt that Erik is an entitled little dickweasel shitbag who has all of the finesse/subtlety of a toad being belted with a cricket bat, and the moral compass of a drunken frat house in an 80s movie.
I am genuinely charmed by the idea that the grand opus of this incredible teacher and opera buff was in actuality the worst kind of shitty personal jerk-off material that would have been less pathetically obvious if it was just him singing “I have never touched a boob and I’m mad about it” over and over.
what are those little kid “youtried” awards that turn everyone over the age of 30 into a hollering maniac
attendance or something?
OMFG I AM ABOUT TO PISS MYSELF I WAS JUST WALKING MY DOG AND ONE MY NEIGHBORS PUT UP THIS LIGHT UP CHRISTMAS DINOSAUR AND LOOK AT IT ITS SO MOTHAFUCKIN HAPPY
TO HAVE A MOTHAFUCKIN PRESENT
IN ITS MOTHAFUCKIN DINOSAUR HANDS
OH MY GOD IM GONNA POP A BLOOD VESSEL IM LAUGHING SO HARD
ITS BEEN A YEAR AND THIS STILL MAKES ME LAUGH THEY PUT IT UP AGAIN A FEW DAYS AGO AND I ALMOST SWERVED MY CAR INTO A MAIL BOX BC I WAS DYING
I NEED IT
Kerry Washington on her mother’s first meeting with Game of Thrones actor Jason Momoa (Khal Drogo)
The tiny, intact skeleton of a baby rhinoceroslike dinosaur has been unearthed in Canada.
The toddler was just 3 years old and 5 feet (1.5 meters) long when it wandered into a river near Alberta, Canada, and drowned about 70 million years ago. The beast was so well-preserved that some of its skin left impressions in the nearby rock.
The fossil is the smallest intact skeleton ever found from a group of horned, plant-eating dinosaurs known as ceratopsids, a group that includes the iconic Triceratops.
Finding intact baby dinosaurs is incredibly rare.
"The big ones just preserve better: They don’t get eaten, they don’t get destroyed by animals," said study co-author Philip Currie, a paleobiologist at the University of Alberta. “You always hope you’re going to find something small and that it will turn out to be a dinosaur.”
Paleontologists had unearthed a few individual bones from smaller ceratopsids in the past. But without intact juvenile skeletons, such bones aren’t very useful, as scientists don’t really know how each bone changes during each stage of the animals’ lives, Currie said.
The team was bone-hunting in Dinosaur Provincial Park in Alberta when Currie came upon what looked like a turtle shell sticking out from a hillside. Upon closer inspection, the fossil turned out to be a frill, the bony decorative headgear that surrounds the back of the head in ceratopsids.
When the team excavated, they found the fossilized skeleton of a tiny dinosaur they identified as a Chasmosaurus belli, a species commonly found in the area.
GUYS LOOK AT THIS
Oh man. I don’t know what to make of this episode. It left me feeling so…flat, and I can’t figure out why because on paper I should really love it: lots of narrative jumps and Sherlock getting lectured by everyone.
Interesting that despite his disdain for his father, Sherlock deals with Bell the same way his father dealt with his addiction: buying him the best medical care.
I found it curious that Joan’s insistence on Sherlock’s gesture/words being helpful to Bell seemed to be so far off the mark. That’s highly unusual for Joan, especially considering the time she spent visiting Bell. Surely he would have mentioned that he didn’t want to see Holmes?
I’m not a sucker for tears, but that first scene of Bell in the hospital trying and failing to pick up the ball brought them to my eyes and gave me a massive lump in my throat.
This is such a great point. Sherlock has such disdain for his father (and by extension Mycroft) and yet he employs their methods to “help people” or convince them (Mycroft and 221B keys, his father and rehab, Sherlock paying the kidnapper in A Giant Gun, Sherlock giving 20,000 dollars to Watson, and now this).
Instead of art in the blood, the canon quote at the end of Step Nine should be modified to money in the blood, because damn.
Oh yes - great point about money as the one-size-fits-all solution because obviously (to Sherlock) sympathetic words are useless and meaningless. [There is a difference between apologizing/making amends — which we’ve seen him do repeatedly — and offering sympathy and comfort.] It’s my head canon that he has no experience being on the receiving side of such words (I doubt he had any friends or colleagues to speak to when Irene was murdered, and clearly no family was aware of any of that, then or now). Remember, he is not a nice man, acerbic to the bottom; why would anyone be satisfied by banal bromides from him?
On the other hand, I imagine Marcus to be very protective of his own self-sufficiency and would see unsolicited material support as insulting or demeaning. He can take care of himself, thank you very much, and has done so for a long time. That need for self-protection would only be exacerbated by the physical and emotional trauma of being shot and the terrifying possibility that the career he loves is over.
I think the commissioner’s highly manipulative request that Marcus decide Sherlock & Watson’s fate plays a role here too: he apparently said what the commissioner wanted to hear (gotta keep those closed cases closed) and sublimated his own pain to the greater good of more solved cases in the future. He’s certainly in the “needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” camp, but having to be the one to make it so, before he even knows his own fate, would only add another layer of emotional turmoil to the experience for him.
If Sherlock had shut up after apologizing, perhaps they might have sat in stony silence for ten minutes without Marcus needing to push him away. Instead they were at utter cross-purposes.
"Money in the blood:" damn straight.
I don’t think Joan miscalled whether Sherlock should see Bell; she failed to account for what an utter complete unmitigated fuck-up Sherlock would be about it. Sherlock left the visit for far, far too late, and then failed to follow Joan’s advice — what you have to offer is yourself, and that is both sufficient and the central point of it — and instead offered Bell money, or as good as.
It also didn’t help that he was an arrogant git who didn’t once ask Bell how he was doing, nor what he needed, instead presuming both that he knew what Bell needed, and that Bell had been on tenterhooks about how Holmes was faring through all this.
And I know I already ranted once about how little patience I have for his not visiting Bell earlier, but: really, no excuses. There are plenty of character reasons for his not knowing how to do this properly, but honestly, he has all the pieces: the whole speech about most communication being haptic, a year and a half of watching Joan’s example (which he has successfully mimicked on occasion — witness the “if you need to talk” offer to the abuse survivor early in the season), and successfully providing this kind of support for Joan more than once. The only thing he had to do here was trust Joan and follow her instructions. Tag along on her coattails for that first Marcus-is-awake visit (or potentially the second, but no later), and follow her “you need to stop talking now” cues. That is literally it. He could have awkwardly hung back behind her and been that useless-in-hospitals lump who is too self-conscious to be genuinely useful, and he’d quite likely still be on speaking terms with Bell now.
BTW, tagging along on Joan’s coattails? That’s how most of us we-had-to-learn-our-social-stuff-consciously types learn to negotiate hospital visits: you find someone socially competent, and you follow her every move. Holmes consults domain-experts at the drop of a hat, and he knows Joan is the domain expert here. (When he tried to comfort Gregson over his separation, he offered to make Watson available to him!)
I just. Trust Joan. That’s all you had to do, Holmes. Trust Joan, and follow her lead.
And he didn’t.
Consequently, I am so fucking down with Bell walking out on him. The first thing out of Holmes’s mouth should have been an apology for leaving that visit so late. That was the thing that needed discussing. And Holmes didn’t do it, and then didn’t do it some more, and then didn’t do it some more after that. And then he insulted Bell with money.
Such good points. I’m with Sanguinity here. There’s no way to justify his behavior. It made me wonder: If Joan was shot, would he visit her? Would he act like this? Would he try to “buy” an apology?And the answer is: I don’t know.
He clearly likes her above everyone else (the last scene in the courtroom, with him looking at her, proves this to me), but his pride/guilt/ego/whatever would allow him to support her?
And it really surprises me that there are people who think Sherlock was right in the last scene and Bell was the wrong one, because “he took the bullet because it was his obligation”. It’s not even worth to discuss that.
Definitely no tolerance for Sherlock’s refusal to see Bell until his own shit was resolved. We can say Sherlock doesn’t know how to behave like a caring human being, but he does. After a year plus of living with Joan, a year plus of working alongside Bell and under Gregson, mumblemumble amount of time being sponsored by Alfredo, he knows what support looks like. This just doesn’t (might never) come naturally to him. That means he would have to put effort into doing it. And he chose not to.
As an avoidant myself, I have empathy for what he did, but I still recognize that it was WRONG and contributed to Marcus rightfully having no time for him (along with his terrible choice of focusing on his own issues instead of Marcus’s). One thing a person never forgets is who was there for them when they were at their lowest, and Sherlock wasn’t there. Of course Bell would want to stick with the doctors who kept him alive instead of these unknown specialists Sherlock tried to push on him.
He would have handled Joan very differently, but he’s a lot more confident in Joan’s affection for him and has an established history of being vulnerable in front of her without it ending badly for him.
The fact that it came directly on the heels of Joan calling him on his unnecessary levels of heavy-handed dickishness towards other people is interesting, insofar as I wonder how much time had passed in-universe between that conversation and Marcus getting shot as a reasonably direct result of that behaviour.
I really like that there’s fallout to his dickier behaviour, what a great show :3c
The big secret about the golden age of “male providers” is that it never existed. First, women have always worked. Second, and just as importantly, there have always been men who were too poor, too queer, too sensitive, too disabled, too compassionate or simply too clever to submit to whatever model of “masculinity” society relied upon to keep its wars fought and its factories staffed. “Traditional masculinity”, like “traditional femininity”, is a form of social control, and seeking to reassert that control is no answer to a generation of young men who are quietly drowning in a world that doesn’t seem to want them.
I always see that “talk to yourself the way you would talk to your friends if they were feeling bad”, and on one level I totally get it as a motivation to more positive self talk, but instinctively I can’t deal with it at all, because I am not other people in the same way other people aren’t each other and in my head, or my gut, or wherever, that *matters*, so my brain just feels like it’s short circuiting if I try, or it feels like some kind of mocking dream.
I’m actually feeling better today, but yeah, that’s still there.
Ditto, absolutely. Whenever I see those posts I’m like BUT I WOULD NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH ME I’M A SHITTY MESS. It’s the thing that baffles me about my friends: they could all do so much better! SO MUCH BETTER.
tbh when you’ve hated yourself for as long and as thoroughly as you two have, shooting for treating yourself as a friend is trying to superman a tall building when you haven’t managed stepping over a small box for the last 20 years
maybe try for less “how would i treat my friends” and more “how would i treat someone who matters to my friends, even if i think they’re a goddamn butthole”
because if you hate someone who your friends like a lot you’re not gonna be nice necessarily, but out of respect to those friends, you’re gonna keep your dislike on the DL a little bit
so aiming not for actively nice, but just… decently polite, yk? like you’re allowed to be baffled by their shitty taste!! but there’s being privately baffled and there’s cornering that person to hiss at them that they don’t deserve those friendships, and the latter is the one you gotta not be doing.
so you try not to be a dick to them directly, if they’re super upset and getting their feelings all over you then you give them an awkward shoulder pat while you sos all “help help your dbag friends having a meltdown and prob needs someone who doesn’t think they’re a fucken pill”
REBeCCA BLACK aHAS A NEW sONG CaLLED SATURDAY
CODE RED CODE RED
I’M nOT KIDDING AROUND GUYS
Hey Minna where’s that post you made about her making a pop hit?
For all the hate I want to put on a company making false promises, Rebecca Black overcoming all the awful cyberbullying is GLORIOUS.
Though — the fuck is with the guy getting arrested at the end? ? ?