So, I’ve had a couple conversations with some of my non-Internet friends about Pacific Rim. And some like it as much as I do, and some were meh and some where somewhere in between.
The meh or negative people were like, “It’s just a movie about robots and monsters.” In their…
Uh…I’m a “meh or negative person” who appreciates what Pacific Rim was doing/trying to do with tropes and storytelling. I also don’t automatically hate sci-fi or action movies.
I just came out of it with zero emotional investment in the characters or the plot.
That moment when you’re excited about your period and all of the nasty symptoms that come with it, because it means that the thing last night was a premenstrual-dysphoric flipout, not you legitimately losing it.
In ancient Rome, a tintinnabulum was a wind chime or assemblage of bells. A tintinnabulum often took the form of a bronze phallic figure with wings, or fascinum, a magico-religious phallus thought to ward off the evil eye and bring good fortune and prosperity. It was hung outdoors in locations such as gardens, porticoes, houses, and shops, where the wind would cause them to tinkle. The sounds of bells were believed to keep away evil spirits [From Wikipedia].
ancient roman penis windchime
ANCIENT ROMAN PENIS WINDCHIME
but is that a penis
with a penis
DING DONG MOTHERFUCKER
Went out to (“Irish”) pub that was doing karaoke to meet frand. Instand bad mood because too loud to actually socialize with frand, plus ears hurt, plus people singing really badly.
I speculated on the likelihood of them having some Sinead O’Connor. Could bust out some “Foggy Dew” or “Wind that Shakes the Barley” and bring the room down a bit.
Now I feel like I need to go pace on the back deck and belt a number or three to wash that crap out of my ears
My Flying Skirts order came in the mail today.
It’s as I feared. I’m going to need about four more of these in different colors.
Pictures to follow when Husbandpants gets home.