I had a crush on this guy so my friends and I came up with a code name for him; ‘Charles’ - partly because he was British. Nothing happened between Charles and I. We both left school. Few years later I’m driving along and this iDiOt steps out in front of my car. I screech to a halt but sort of bump him and he falls over on the road. I get out of the car and run to check if this idiot is okay. It’s Charles. I scream, “Charles! What the fuck were you doing!” Because honestly I’m just so flustered. He gives me this really weird look “Who the fuck is Charles?” He says before passing out. He came to a moment later, he’s fine and I don’t think he really remembers what happened but long story short we’re going for coffee tomorrow!
She also points out that many of Tumblr users are women, much or most of the explicit content on Tumblr “was made by, for, and about women,” and that Tumblr’s “all porn” reputation stems from the fact that “women were thrilled to finally find porn that fit their interests, and wanted to foster that community as much as possible.”
Well, fuck. Not a good end to my work day. I’ve had a hell of a time getting all the permissions I need on various servers. I thought I had everything, and sort of wasted time earlier, after I had a meeting where a coworker showed me how to do everything I needed to do, since I thought I was golden. I just tried it, and NOPE. Some bullshit about administrator access to add software.
This is a thing that has to be run before 9 every morning so the interviewing staff has the list of people they need to call. And it’s Friday, so of course no one is here anymore. It’s so frustrating and upsetting and makes any other little emotional thing I feel just that much worse and I’m all fucking teared up. I feel like shit, I’m pissed that this process of getting permissions is so fucking clunky, and I feel like I already fucked up big time.
I better get the shit beat out of me tonight. Legolas and I talked tentatively about him hitting me, since both of us will be doing rope for other scenes tonight. I texted him earlier to offer him a change in my limitations on where I can get hit. I’d been telling people that I could only get marks in places that could be covered by “seasonally appropriate clothing,” but I offered him from below my neck to my knees. I do hope he takes me up on that and I got lots of pain and plenty of marks, because I feel like I deserve it for fucking up and should be punished and that I deserve it because I’ve had a stressful day and should get a reward.
TEN COMMENTS ABOUT THE OPENING SCENE OF “TOP GUN MAVERICK” (SPOILERS)
From the Cambridge Dictionary: “Maverick: a person who thinks and acts independently of and differently from others.”
The film opens with Tom “Maverick” Cruise as the test pilot for new super-sonic jet potentially capability of flying at Mach Ten.
Knowing Admiral Ed “Crotchety” Harris is about to cancel the jet’s contract, Maverick launches the test early. He does this ostensibly to save the jobs of the new jet’s development team.
Against all odds, Maverick is able to achieve the speed the super-sonic was designed for - Mach Ten.
Butunexpectedly, Maverick decides to push it and go beyond the speed needed.
BUT he is unable to maintain the higher speed and the “very very expensive jet”crashes.
Thank Gawd Maverick survives (otherwise the movie would have been very short).
Instead of being court marshaled for destroying a “very very expensive jet” at Tax Payers expense (for example the Lockheed SR-71 is estimated to cost $32 billion each). Tom Crashtest is shuffled off to another job. (BTW, that happens in real life too… a bad employee isn’t fired, he’s shuffled off somewhere for someone else to handle.)
The design team must have lost their jobs because the only one we see again has been assigned the menial job of counting how many push-ups a pilot can do.
A much more accurate call sign for Cruise’s character would be Ego Maniac, Fuck-up, or perhaps non-ironically “Crash Test”!
