I once took my daughter to a Halloween pumpkin patch when she was little, but I had forgot that the pumpkin patch was outside an evangelical church and had more of a harvest festival vibe with no Halloween decor at all, and I was the only adult wearing a costume, which was a costume of the Devil.
I'm grateful that when I was a teenager "masculinity" seemed like it was more about taking gargantuan amounts of Es and dancing to beeping sounds in a random location for 24 hours at a time, rather than watching Ben Shapiro videos and getting really angry about women being in Star Wars.
My brain is now trying to think of other right wing media personalities whose names sound a bit like types of curry. There goes the rest of my Saturday.
The crossroads on the corner of the football ground used to be my working crossroads for the years that I lived there, and their fortunes actually turned around and they started winning matches, like I was appeasing something in the landscape, and then they went to shit again after I moved away!
I used to live right next to Crystal Palace football ground in south London, and part of their folklore is that they were "cursed by gypsies" when a Romany traveler encampment was cleared to make way for the football ground to be built, and that's why they always had bad luck.
There's a bit in Karate where you have to do the Kiai thing and make a vocal exclamation as you punch but it doesn't have to be the phonetic word "Kiai" and could be any 1-2 syllable vocal exclamation. I can't decide between the Doctor Doom "Bah!" or just the 1970s "Hiiiii-ya!" sound.
I hope the ancient stone shell covered in baroque alien carvings that had been encasing our reality - which I somehow broke in a dream last night & then could still see the weird green energy released when it shattered in my room after I woke up - wasn't doing anything important. It's probably fine.
I go to the Caribbean for work sometimes and find that I often have a lot more shared cultural connections with people from Jamaica, Barbados, Trinidad, etc, than I do with the Americans on the same work trip.
I find that Americans are often quite confused by this because they typically didn't grow up with the same sort of ambient background saturation of Jamaican music and culture like we did in the UK where it was just part of the everyday cultural fabric.
"The Five" on Fox News seem like a (thankfully) unpowered version of an edgy satirical-but-not-really superhero team written by Mark Millar or Warren Ellis in the early 00s. Watters as the asshole Superman analogue, Gutfeld as the asshole Batman analogue, etc. I can't unsee it.
The latitudinal line for Northern Good would run along the River Tyne, Sunderland would be Northern Evil, and then the rest would be Southern Evil with some isolated pockets of Southern Good and too much Southern Neutral.
I like how Newcastle is not even slightly anywhere near being included in this grid, which is probably an unintentionally accurate portrayal of how the rest of the country thinks of Newcastle. Everything inside the grid is just "southern evil" from our perspective as well though.
