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The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXVII: You're Welcome, Fuckers

Had a wildfire about a mile from our house today. It burnt down 2 other homes. Had to pack up incase of an evacuation. There have only been 2 other times in my life I was that scared.
 
TwinkleStars said:
I have no issues with boobies. I have my own and enjoy them. Boobies are awesome.

That being said, people are too lazy to look on here and see if a thread has already been made. Now there are several boobie threads. Does this mean that boobies disrupt cognitive thinking??
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There are those that hide boobs in emoji. :coffee:
 
Pearl on Netflix is well worth a watch... the actress in the role is very adept, imho.

Set in the time of the great flu pandemic at the start of the twentieth century, it goes places a lot of horrors don't, or won't, in a way that feels fresh even when there's some gore right in your face. Where you might begin having little empathy for the mother, you should end up feeling some for all the main characters involved. It has you asking yourself 'how would I have behaved in this situation?'

spoilers below so don't read if you don't want to know.








It addresses the development of a psychopathic personality, and how it affects those around the person, the choices these people made and why (religion/nationality/love/fear) and how those choices actually work towards affecting the character, Pearl. It brings into play the past history of violence towards animals, implies the father's 'sickness' (paralysis) is likely a result of Pearl's actions, allows us to see the mother's behaviour is a product of love and fear, resentment and more fear whilst trying to contain the danger that is her daughter. Because of feeling trapped, all Pearl wants and dreams of is escaping the farm.

Of course Pearl, who has this latent condition, craves her mother's expressions of love... we're left assuming those have become almost non-existent since the husband's injuries and what that has meant to their lives: things have changed, and Pearl feels 'abandoned' by her and that's a deep trigger for enhancing psychopathic behaviours. Her wanting to leave the farm and her parents behind (if they were dead) is about things being all about what she wants/needs... she would rather they were dead so she didn't feel like she was abandoning them but her preferences are driven by how it would make her feel, not them.

She's not stupid, and understands she frightens people and feels she's 'missing something inside herself'... she had decided she needed to leave the farm where she's pretty much isolated, and so pretended to be a certain way (like an actress pretending to be another character) to get married, believing her husband would take her away from the farm. Instead, the boy found he loved the farm life and so they stayed. Pearl got pregnant and hated being pregnant ('like a sickness, growing inside me'), lost the baby (a relief to her) but then her young husband went away to war, another absolute abandonment in Pearl's eyes. This is all conveyed in a piece of dialogue towards her sister-in-law in a very convincing manner. She also is quite able to identify why her actions are different to other peoples, such as killing animals and not feeling bad about it, and wishing she was 'normal' because she'd like people to not be scared of her and leave her.

Anyway, there's plenty of killing, including both parents, her sister-in-law and the guy she had sex with one night; Pearl's breadth of emotional display is vast... the ending, where her husband returns and where the film focuses just on her forced and now very manic grin as she tries to impress on him how pleased she is he's returned, is super sad-creepy. It imparts such pain from such a broken mind.
 
Went to see the Pumpkins this weekend. I was a huge fan in my mid to late teens. I missed out on all the chances to see them way back then. Honestly, I was a little nervous going now. I go as afraid they would be stale and phone it in. It was a small venue, in a poodunk little Midwestern town and that didn't give me much hope. I couldn't of been more wrong!

They were clean as fuck, on top of every point and change. Billy sounded like, well, Billy and Jimmy Chamberlain is still a god. He did a 15 minute solo and fucking burnt the place down. James Iha was as wonderful as ever. He really reminded me of Johnny Greenwood of Radiohead. Just his style and his acute knowledge of the sounds he wanted to create. Wait a sec, maybe Johnny reminds me of James? I guess, that time line works out better.

At any rate, it was such a wonderful performance. What professionalism. The crowd was barely 2,000, the night before, they opened for Green Day (what a kick in the nuts) no offense to Green Day, but come on... I was thrilled, I remembered why I'd loved them so much, years ago. Even the stuff I hadn't heard, I loved. They played the "old hits" like it was the first time they played them. Hard, emotional and with all their hearts. It really was a sight to behold. Good for them!
 
I swear the hormones.

I’ve been thinking about this woman. Not my woman. A kept woman. A fellow Māori slash Aussie woman like me. Who I think is engaged and know has been in a relationship for a long time with another woman.

I’m not even making sense. She’s in a relationship. Has been for years.

I was never even slightly attracted to her during the time we worked together. But as soon as she was leaving….

Excuse my hormones. I brought her perfume from home. An unopened bottle I was gifted. Of Si. I have so many so I figured no big deal. Because she was always nice and I knew I would miss her. She was my good friend.

Well. We had a moment. Wiping the tables down after her farewell gathering. I stayed with her to help clean up.

A little while after we were in her office and she said thanks for your help. I appreciate the gift etc. And I don’t know what the fuck came over me but I grabbed her arm and said well I appreciate you. And we hugged. And it was electric. Too electric. She said nothing I said nothing. But I felt it. She looked away and I looked away and we said nothing for a long moment. And then I said okay good luck I will go back to work. I was flustered as fuck and didn’t know what the fuck had come over me.

And since then I have mostly avoided. But she comes to gatherings. We have had times singing karaoke together. She smells me. She gets close. And her missus was never there. I’m always kind and I move away.

Until the last time.

Every time we part she grabs me by the arm. I walk away and she asked me “Where do you think you’re going? Hug me before you go.” And we hug. And it kills me every time. It’s a lovers embrace. And her missus was waiting for her in the car. I was sober, she’d had a few. She says, “Smee, you’re one of the most beautiful people I know.”

I asked my homo mate today what he thinks and he says I will not stop thinking about her until I fuck her. And then he says you will wreck her whole life. So I messaged I hope your mum is okay because we talked about her mum being unwell long before we started hugging and she’s like thank you hugs kisses etc.

Maybe I’m just imagining the whole thing. But I’ve never even thought about breaking a chick and her relationship before these stupid fucking hormones hit me. And I wonder.

I won’t do it. No matter what.
 
juttjaw said:
Went to see the Pumpkins this weekend. I was a huge fan in my mid to late teens. I missed out on all the chances to see them way back then. Honestly, I was a little nervous going now. I go as afraid they would be stale and phone it in. It was a small venue, in a poodunk little Midwestern town and that didn't give me much hope. I couldn't of been more wrong!

They were clean as fuck, on top of every point and change. Billy sounded like, well, Billy and Jimmy Chamberlain is still a god. He did a 15 minute solo and fucking burnt the place down. James Iha was as wonderful as ever. He really reminded me of Johnny Greenwood of Radiohead. Just his style and his acute knowledge of the sounds he wanted to create. Wait a sec, maybe Johnny reminds me of James? I guess, that time line works out better.

At any rate, it was such a wonderful performance. What professionalism. The crowd was barely 2,000, the night before, they opened for Green Day (what a kick in the nuts) no offense to Green Day, but come on... I was thrilled, I remembered why I'd loved them so much, years ago. Even the stuff I hadn't heard, I loved. They played the "old hits" like it was the first time they played them. Hard, emotional and with all their hearts. It really was a sight to behold. Good for them!
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I don’t think that amount of talent will ever leave them. No matter how old they get, they’ll still be Gods to us mere mortals.
 

Tonight tonight reminds me of a time when I was still reading. Flowers In The Attic. If There Be Thorns?

I can’t remember the story so much. But I remember the smashing pumpkins.
 
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