Cuando se como va a ser el día camino muy lento, y así mis dramas se disfrazan en otra cosa que no sea un drama; pero llego a la facultad, con gente que no quiero ver y para hacer cosas que me obligan a hacer, entonces los dramas tiran sus caretas y se hacen mas potentes que antes y se muestran al público en forma de una sonrisa que únicamente sirve para complacer.
i know we talk a lot about toby schmitz’s excellent delivery of some truly wonderful dialogue, but truly nothing will ever top this line from season 1
[Video description: Jack Rackham from Black Sails sitting, lit by flickering firelight. Instrumental music is being played in the background. He says, quickly and flippantly, “Well Mrs Mapleton, that sounds like gross insubordination to me. That, coupled with the graft you’ve been responsible for leaves me with no choice but to terminate your employment.”
The view switches to Mrs Mapleton, sitting across from him. She stares at him, and shocked, squeaks out, “What?”
Jack, looking satisfied with himself but in the same flippant tone, says, “You’re dismissed.” Quickly, and in a slightly different, even more flippant tone, he finishes, “Thank you for your service.”
time flies, things aren’t well and I am constantly pushing away the thoughts about things that are inevitable.
And the constant stress makes me drift away from the art and community around it. Internet feels like a trap sometimes, but it really is all I have. Friends from far away places that I can never even imagine are the only ones keeping me sane and alive.
There is no platonic reading for this that holds water. Friends don’t fall apart from grief when their friend gets married. He was mourning the loss of his love.
“I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?”
“For me,” said Sherlock Holmes, “there still remains the cocaine-bottle.” And he stretched his long white hand up for it.
Gosh, he’s so defensive in that blog entry. Like Sherlock, honey, sweetie, darling … it’s ok.
