movies – three good words

October 7, 2025October 7, 2025

Surprise me

Who are your favorite artists?

Um, which art? And which genre?

Books – Movies – Music – Paintings – Dance – Artisans – ?
There are so many arts to choose from, the number of incredible artists are too many to count.

To me, fave’s come and go. Some turn out to be deeply problematic, if not monstrous, others were a fave for a particular time (teens, twens, that one time while traveling, etc.). Some are constants, though the reasons may change over time.

The gauge is surprise. Whether pleasant or thought-provoking: Surprise me. Make me think. Tug at particular heart strings, without manipulation. Observe something interesting. Tell me something I don’t already know. Reflect on something unexpected. Do something wonderful. Show me your experience of the world we both see.

Art is such a sublime thing, uncontainable and uncontained, any artist who can catch that “spark of divine fire” is worth praise.

#create

July 27, 2025July 27, 2025

What do you mean, you re-opened the park?

If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?

If there’s one thing Jurassic Park taught us, then it’s to leave dinosaurs exactly where they are.

“Two species separated by 65 million years.”

Let’s keep it that way.

#yikes

July 8, 2025July 17, 2025

John Malkovich scowl

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Why are you here? Ah-ah-ah. Don’t move. Don’t move. You move, I get nervous because I don’t know what you’ll do, and you know what will happen then? Things will get messy. You don’t want that. So, again. Why are you here? No, Matthew, this is not about me. It’s about you. Why are you here? Just answer the question, Matthew. Na-ah-ah. What did I say about moving. There you go, moving again. Why aren’t you answering the question? The question, Matthew. See, now you’re making me nervous. And I told you, Matthew, don’t make me nervous. Now, things are going to get messy. All because you couldn’t answer a simple question, Matthew. *sigh* You disappoint me. *click*

#answers

May 27, 2025May 27, 2025

Ye Olden Dayes

Do you remember life before the internet?

Reading without distractions.

Owning things: books, music, movies.

That particular silence outdoors.

Clothes that lasted.

Postcards.

May 22, 2025May 22, 2025

Hugh Grant squint

Do you have any collections?

That is a terrible question. Phenomenal. Frankly, I’m horrified. The police should arrest you. Constable? Arrest this man. Yes, arrest him. Now. For asking silly questions. No wait, that would be public nuisance, wouldn’t it. Yes, yes, take him away. Clap him in chains. Throw him into the Tower of London. It’s haunted, isn’t it? The Tower. In London. Yes. Good Lord, don’t you know your own history? You should be ashamed of yourself. Look at you, sitting there with your microphone, clueless of your own forebears. Don’t tell me. Your last name is Hartford, isn’t it? See. You must be at least a little bit English. Shameful. How can you not know? You should read a book, you know. Reading is good for you. Oh, you do? What kind? Well then. Honestly, how did you survive Shakespeare if you don’t know about the Tower of London? Have you even seen a play? Good God. Oh? That doesn’t count. Everyone has seen Romeo and Juliet. Every pimply teenager with groinal urges has seen Romeo and Juliet. I’m not exaggerating. Sex, death, and religion, what more could you want? Best of them have all three. Come now, don’t be so prudish. You Americans, always up in arms about everything. Isn’t that exhausting? I’d be exhausted. Every five minutes some new outrage. Wretched. I’d be very upset if I were you. Is this coffee? Horrific stuff. Never drink it. Ah, tea. Thank God, much better.