Groot Is Not Amused

Groot Is Not Amused

Here's someone who knows a little about pruning.

Reblogging this because that photo sincericida posted is haaaaunting me and I'm walking around singing new lyrics in my head all day.

ANDREW GARFIELD's (unknown for me) photoshoot.

Owwww babe... 🤩

Pruning those trees in July...

and the Ents being unable to find Entwives because they were lost. One is a fictional story with so many truths about humanity. But the reality is tragic as well. Shame on the studio for cruelty against people and trees.

Chuck Dickens Has His Day In The Sun

It was the best of times...

It was the worst of times...

And somewhere on a sun-scorched L.A. sidewalk, I really hope there is a card carrying guild writer who is not suffering from heat stroke and manages to consider a modern day tale of two cities movies set amidst the strife and sorrow of modern day life and the class struggles and the gender struggles, and the race struggles that continue to exist. Wherein Chuck Dickens, producer, stepping outside in the scorching sun; runs across his old pal Carton. Carton, (whose nickname derives from his current state of homelessness), can barely recall what life was like before and during the year of the strike when the answers seemed so obvious and yet "it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness." While Dickens buys him lunch and they chat, and Carton thinks of one on his own: it was the age of conspicuous cruelty.

Is the tale I just constructed obscenely obvious (as to its origin) and didactic in its manner? Yep. But that's because I'm not the talent; the writers are. The artists are. Not the machines, but the humans. The ones who come up with the stories that make us laugh and cry and rage and wonder and most importantly: think, consider, imagine the possibilities.

I cannot imagine life without the tapestry of human experiences that continue to be woven as we speak. Pay the humans who help us discover perspectives, who help provide services and goods that improve our lives, and whose labor and efforts have value beyond numbers and machines. The choice to have done the better thing is sometimes made too late and the Age of Regret begins.

Sharp. And how in the world does Ms. Stone make crew length hosiery paired with heels look so put together?

She’s the type of talent that one can imagine an entire back story (for a character) from a single photograph.

Ditto.

Perhaps if a term does not yet exist for a collection of commas, it could be called a 'waterfall' as in a *waterfall of commas. For example, "The passage was so eloquent, so riveting that the waterfall of commas describing the scene flowed across the page."

*From Coldplay's Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall. (2011)

Sometimes I cry when I read, sometimes I cry when I write. It seems to fit, ya know?

verity what are your thoughts on oxford commas ?

i am an oxford comma groupie