It is called Timeline. They’re existing in two different timelines that somehow crash into each other during Christmas. He is mid 30 year war and inherited the memories of every conflict through the big brain machine that socializes for the government. She has been in Hallmark.
She doesn’t understand war and keeps asking if his timeline doesn’t have enough Christmas cookies for everyone. He spends the movie trying to teach her the art of war through the micro interactions of competitive holiday decorations that drive the only conflict in her timeline.
When he inevitably returns to his timeline, he takes her gingerbread cookie receipt with him. The purity of biting off a sweet lifeless cookie head quells the desire for violent conflict that’s ruled his timeline. He invents ritual warfare for his people, bringing peace.
This is such a strange image. It’s like hallmark movies. My white sight blindness morphs with some light tricks and everyone is simultaneously 50 and 12.
That’s clearly an adult head on the maybe female presenting being but the body frame is prepubescent? Throw in blonde hair which totally wipes out my ability see anything, and I am not even sure that’s a human being.
The maybe male presenting person is clearly a child but his eyes have seen more than the eyes of the adult-child female presenting person standing beside him. She has never seen snow. He has seen war.
I talk to just enough celebrities to know that I do not want anymore of the "limelight" than I have right at this moment because things like that last bit are really quite enough for me. It isn't fun being a human projector screen.
I get thousands of these and that's just a drop in the bucket of what truly famous people get. I really don't know if I think there any compensatory factors. Okay, sure, be richer than white christian god. But that's a lot of work too.
Millions of people acting out their identity issues at you all the time just seems horrible. Even if you do have one of those fancy cars without an engine.
Mini skirts. High heels. Formal titles. "Director So-and-so". And they called it a resume. This is already great content. #NSFHoliday
Cheryl is VERY SAD that she has to turn down so many NSF grants. #NSFHoliday
She was going to prove that a comet is behind Pluto (I have no idea if that's a real thing) but a team in Norway beat her to it. Failure. Grant rejections. Being beat to a publication. Already a LOT of realism 😭 #NSFHoliday
Lifetime has Fran Drescher playing hook up mom to her gay son at the same time that Ben Savage has a Jewish Christmas 23&Me movie premiering on Hallmark. You’re killing me.
I suspect the idea was Hanukkah programming...but Christmas.
“It’s kinda cool to have a Christmas tree in a restaurant. It’s a nice touch.” Ben Savage’s character, who apparently has never left the house in December ever.
I have two questions and a critical update to share with y'all but first let me tell you why I have to do it quickly. For some reason today looked like: PT at butt crack of dawn, Roxane & I doing a research interview with a UNC student, recording two podcast sessions & two LORs
I don't know how this scheduling happened today but I know it is my fault. Anyway, two things that are concerning to me:
1. Is "Mexican hot chocolate" racist? It occurred to me that it is both too good & too ethnically specific to drink uncritically. Thank you.
2. Why do those inflated Christmas decorations in everyone's front yard in suburbia just sort of...die during the day? Are they supposed to do that or is there some gang going around murdering all the inflated snowmen and polar bears? Thank you.