Stop calling Scott Morrison a #dickhead, like he is some daggy bloke cutting you off in traffic.
He wants the poor, the helpless, the elderly, the disabled, to die. He believes the rich are rich because God favours them. He isn't a dickhead, he is #Evil.
He has been killing people by slashed disability support, implemented robodebt that led to suicides, slashing healthcare and pouring all that money into the pockets of his rich mates.
Let's not downplay this, look at his spending.
Vote, protest, do everything in your power to get Australia a leadership that loves thy neighbour, that heals the sick, that protects Australians rather than sells their life lines for profit.
Pitch: Peter Dinklage plays a dude in a decaying city on the borders of human space that becomes possessed by an AI entity that constantly provides hard noir style narration to his life.
He becomes a detective trying to solve where the AI came from and how to get rid of it.
Pitch: martial arts have been banned under a totalitarian regime that seeks to make humanity easily controlled.
When aliens attack, the last guardians of those lost arts are the only humans left who can fight.
Pitch: Jurassic Empire
The technique of frog dna manipulation in Jurassic Park spawned an intelligent race of velociraptors. Ultimately, humanity is wiped out.
In the far future, one of them extracts some human DNA and starts a human theme park.
Learning music theory is like a nice stroll through the park on a lovely day until you trip on circle of fifths and find yourself tumbling down a jagged cliff into a tar pit filled with shopping trolleys.
Like, major scales, minor scales intervals, chords, nae fucking worries... then you get to the circle of fifths and every teacher just seems to start gibbering and speaking in tongues as if they possessed.
Sure, sure, you can make a lovely circle and every fifth interval you get an extra flat or sharp nice, nice
This isn't meant to be relaxing or idyllic. This is my own personal prison.
I sit on the couch with a device because I am crushed by burn out, from PTSD, and yet my mind is always on, always churning away at ideas.
My neck aches from being in this almost foetal position, I can't sleep, I have packed on weight as I no longer can swim, I feel restless and uncomfortable at my desk.
This is the year you can go from saying "I wish I could draw" to having drawing be a part of your life.
You do NOT need talent, talent is just a head start. Talent is the art hare, but you can be the art tortoise.
1. Drawing is NOT a gift only a privileged few have.
2. Talent is not a prerequisite to acquiring the ability to draw.
3. Draw for YOU. Draw in private. Draw rubbish. Doodle. Get comfortable being in a space where you draw.
4. Do not judge yourself as good or bad. Do not judge yourself as good enough or not good enough.
5. Examine what you like and don't like about PARTS of the work not the whole. What doesn't work? Why doesn't it work? The PARTS are what you improve, bit by bit.
The Book of Boba Fett: Laney does a script doctoring session. #BobaFett
Spoilers for episode 1
First off, as usual, this is with the benefit of hindsight having seen the show.
So lets kick off with a few important changes. For my take I will not be relying on the dream flashback trope and instead using the present and hinting that we will be showing his escape...
...from the Sarlacc later on when he is ready to tell the story.
I will be keeping my narrative for the first episode in the present, and kicking it off BEFORE he takes Bib Fortuna out.
Okay so fun word stuff. The Swedish Jarl being blood eagled is Borg, the name means fort or stronghold it comes from earlier words for "mound" or "mountain", hence 'Iceberg'. words like German burg (city) English Borough and so forth.
So he was literally...
Broke Back Mountain
Lawgiver: Jarl Borg, the gods have spoken, your fate is...
Borg: blood eagle. I get it.
Lawgiver: I'm sorry, it is just too funny.
Borg: yes for like the one chick who got the joke.
Borg: seer, what is my fate?
Seer: your fame will sleep, until the artist who turns light into monsters writes upon her magic stone and tells the world
Borg: I don't understand.
Seer: nobody will. But the cow herd cannot quit you.