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I wandered in the forest that went behind the world
Miserable and wicked Clutching my hair cut hands Wandering terribly An escaped enchantress A miserable and wicked woman Fallen from the window Fallen from the bride In the forest that went behind the world I looked for the the descending door of despair I am old I dared love charming braids But the climb Her singing Was my dearest joy My kingdom My open window
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Write a poem using the words in the cloud. If you need additional ones, that's cool. Then post it in the comments. Something great went yawning
Just in time for the tea party I’ll interrupt the mad tea-things in the garden With something personal, Some daring yawning It went well around the little table I pinched every reply The Treacle went murdering The Hare shook the table The Hatter spoke of wine and butter It is dreadfully a beginning And a grand uncomfortable remark. It was the latest thing: skin and muscle removal, complete exposure of bones, including the head. (Plastic surgery, even in the 23rd century, still marches on).
They met at a wedding. In those days, weddings could get rather risqué. Some were as sanctified as a mass, and others requiring, at the reception, consummation and turn-taking with the bride. These two met at the latter. The reception hadn’t yet achieved the “bride and groom’s first dance” portion of the evening. They met at the buffet. It’s astounding how much easier it is to flirt and be honest when one doesn’t have a face. It’s less than a mask and more of an extreme statement of naked truth. No need to worry about blushing or bad skin or splotchy complexions. He owned a brothel and she designed and manufactured prostitutes. In fact, he his company preferred her prostitutes to others because of their human warmth and animated facial expressions. These two didn’t bang at the reception as everyone else did. They took the taboo option of sneaking away and getting breakfast at Denny’s for their 4am Pancakes and Porn special (all the pancakes you can eat with porn on every TV). To the sounds of people fucking loudly and with fake enthusiasm in the background, and smushing their pancakes into a pools of syrup, they honestly told one another about every terrible thing they’ve ever done. To their relief, they discovered they weren’t terrible after all, as the other didn’t storm out offended. Did they eventually bang? Did they become friends? Did they dismantle any other parts of their body? All that is important, really, is that they never kissed. They couldn’t without lips. But that was fine because kissing had always presaged danger and misery. And these two managed to avoid that.
This some impressive acting talent. His very expressive face tells us everything we need to know about Pete Dunne. He says he likes to hurt people. We don't doubt him. Even when he says it calmly, we believe it even more. He isn't out of control; he isn't a beast. He's a high functioning psychopath, and that's the most frightening person he could be.
Dunne carries all his belts like animals he's killed with his bare hands. He even carries them in his mouth, again, like an animal with a trophy. Even his outfit constructs his character. He was a very basic wrestling outfit, and a sleeveless vest that looks like he stitched it together with animal skins. When he makes occasional appearances on NXT in normal dress, he wears well tailored outfits, suits or vests with ties. He looks civilized and sexy in a primitive way. He's like a thug from a 1940s film noir who would slap around his mistress for giving him sass. And though I find abuse of women nauseating, there's something hot about this fantasy. His attitude is never snotty; he simply doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks or does. He never screams about being disrespected because, well, everyone respects him. He insists upon it. Dunne doesn't need to say or do much to convey all of this: watch him in the ring, watch him walk down the entrance way, watch him look someone up and down. This kind of talent is extremely difficult to have. Having such a fully developed character such as Pete Dunne has, and at such a young age, is impressive.
And, of course, he's amazing in the ring. He's young and has more talent and charisma than wrestlers who have been doing this ten years longer than him (and he's been doing this since he was 12). In ten years, he could be running the wrestling world.
I first experienced him, truly experienced him in full character mode, during the WWE UK Classic. The WWE classics are all great wrestling, but the UK Classic is tight, well structured, and the wrestlers are fun as fuck. And of course you get Pete Dunne. Below is the final match in the classic between Dunne and Tyler Bate, who in his own right is dazzling. The best match of the WWE UK Classic: Pete Dunne vs Tyler BateSometimes, the entrances are the best part.One of the greatest pleasures I have watching wrestling are the entrances. In Wrestlemania, the entrances are bigger, grander, full of pyrotechnics and costumes that are beyond the scope of every day episodes of RAW or Smackdown. In New Japan Pro Wrestling, the G1 Climax or Wrestlekingdom are the great events which inspire the best, most gorgeous outfits and regal entrances. As for Lucha Underground, it seems as if every day is a day for pagentry, as the lucha style of wrestling is full of color and high drama. And all of it is delicious. Below is a brief collection of my favorite wrestlers and their gorgeous pageantry. There are many more I could have added, such as Sasha Banks, Bailey, The New Day, Shinsuke Nakamura, Bobby Roode, and Becky Lynch. The list does go on and on. These few are the ones I especially love. Finn Balor, WWEI mention Balor first not because of his 0% body fat physique, but because of the body paint. I've worked with body paint in theater productions, and it is extremely time consuming and always on the verge of being rubbed or sweated off. What Balor and his artist achieve is continually stunning. Yes, most of the paint gets rubbed off on wrestlers, but it works with the character. Balor enters as the demon, a force that he taps into like a superpower. At the end of the match, the demon has been exorcised, almost washed clean away, and once again he's Finn Balor.
The Prologue to the Canterbury Tales Geoffrey Chaucer (1340(?)–1400) WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote 1 The droghte 2 of Marche hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich 3 licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth 5 Inspired hath in every holt 4 and heeth The tendre croppes, 5 and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, 6 And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, 10 (So priketh hem nature in hir corages: 7 Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmers for to seken straunge strondes, 8 To ferne halwes, 9 couthe 10 in sondry londes; And specially, from every shires ende 15 Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The holy blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke. 11 Why do I know this?
The Canterbury Tales are a collection of stories told by a group of people making a pilgrimage to Canterbury, England. Each night, one person in the group tells a story. Some of the stories are very, very dirty. These opening lines, however, are not.
When I was in high school, my English teacher had us memorize the first eighteen lines. She didn't bother to wait until we asked why we needed to memorize and recite Middle English: she told us. She said, "It will make you fascinating at cocktail parties." Look at all the potential sexy characters for my action figure erotica. At the top of my list: Stephen Hawking, of course.I don't know how many times I've seen this episode of the Twilight Zone. It's not important anymore. I see it now on Hulu once a week, at the very least. I haven't learned the dialogue yet, but I'm close.
It was my favorite episode when I was a child in the 1980s. Our relationship with TV was very different back then because we couldn't demand anything. We watched what was on, and what was on was chosen by hidden people, and no requests could be made. Watching anything in reruns was a crap shoot; we never knew which episode of the Twilight Zone would come up. It was frustrating, but thrilling all at once. When a favorite episode came up, we would be thrilled and the day became special. Twilight Zone was one of the very few shows that received a marathon. Usually at Thanksgiving or New Years, channel five in LA would run twenty-four hours of Twilight Zone. It was that popular. I think only Gilligan's Island or I Love Lucy could claim such a distinction as a marathon. As I said, "Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up" was a favorite. It wasn't the best of the episodes, and it certainly wasn't the deepest. Two state troopers need to figure out which person of eight people might be a Martian. The ending is silly fun, and the moral somewhat bleak: events are inevitable, including very terrible ones.
I listen to this song daily as I work. The music is by Zach Hemsey, who is extraordinary in his own right. Usually when I listen to a song from YouTube, I don't watch the video, but this one is an exception.
The video is cobbled together from scenes from the second or third 300 movie (it doesn't really matter which). It has the comic book aesthetic that makes the movie seem more like animation than live action. There's no voiced dialogue, but I get the main idea of what the movie is about and who Artemisia is. And she is an absurdity. A list explaining the origins and inspirations for Pia Palladino1. British mentalist and illusionist, Derren Brown. Brown is in a different category of magician than David Copperfield, Chris Angel and Penn and Teller. This is how Wikipedia describes him: Brown does not claim to possess any super-natural powers, indeed his acts are often designed to expose the methods of those who do, such as faith healers and mediums. He makes clear in his performances that all of his apparent abilities, which manifest on stage/screen as feats of memory, intuition, mind-reading and control of other objects/people, are achieved through a variety of psychological means, such as hypnosis, suggestion, cold reading, misdirection, and showmanship, and in many cases he will often give detailed explanations of his specific methods during or after the performance. In some performances he also uses his techniques to explore issues of personality such as fears and motivation. Brown's psychological focus is infinitely interesting to me. I've watched almost all his shows and what finally struck me was when I finally grasped the concept of vision. We see the world in a specific, narrow way. And it is on the outreaches of this vision is where magicians work. This caused me to question my own vision, and my own desires to want to believe certain things.
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