Yeah they’re bigger challenges but they’re not as… immediate, let’s say.

Character work done over, what, three scenes? Four scenes if you count one which was a one sided conversation where you didn’t even hear him. Like damn.

OMG this was so good

Evidence:

I am loving it so much but I am also thinking that the craft services table on this shoot must be profoundly dire, it’s just protein powder, barbells, and body wax. “Are there any… snacks?” “No, but we do have some viciously tailored and extraordinarily lightweight Under Armor shirts?”

“Here is some shit for you to look at! And the world’s most inane voiceover!”

(Just want you to know that I put them on my TBR AND that this readers’ advisory librarian is gonna keep them in her back pocket because I HAVE gotten this question before. So there you go, doin’ RA with the pros.)

Thanks!

I mean, lay down some of those Mesopotamia recs?

Remember the very concept of the metrosexual?

Well, one thing I can tell ya about the Newberry Opera House, you gonna get to sit down.

Everybody I could think of as an example of who plays there is dead. “It’s where you go to see Crystal Gayle!” Went. Where you went.

It would be like seeing a gray alien only it’s just the balls.

I just cannot imagine… like if you got down there and… I’d be panic texting everybody I knew from the bathroom “look it’s just weirdly smooth is that okay is that a thing no I KNOW it’s supposed to look like an elbow the thing is it DOESN’T do you think this is my first rodeo?!”

It never ceases to delight me how much humans love human curation - any library display gets shopped, no matter what it is. I could go to the shelf and pick out ten at random and put them on a table and every single person walking by would look at them. (Makes me wonder why I work so hard on it!)

Update: finished All Of Us Murderers in a day and it was awesome! And in other news, Mrs Dalloway kinda slaps? I bounced off it twice this month but now I am feeling it. I know this man did not show up at her house so she could do some emotional labor for him with his stupid pocket knife.