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Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal, Paris: Michel Lévy frères, 1868–69;painted cuir-ciselé panel inset on upper cover based on frontispiece by Félicien Rops for Les épaves.


Fun fact: I played Charles Baudelaire in a friend’s student film in college. We shot in a public garden, and I mostly just writhed around screaming, “The flowers are evil! EVIL!” I am/was the worst.

arsvitaest:

Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal, Paris: Michel Lévy frères, 186869;
painted cuir-ciselé panel inset on upper cover based on frontispiece by Félicien
Rops for Les épaves.

Fun fact: I played Charles Baudelaire in a friend’s student film in college. We shot in a public garden, and I mostly just writhed around screaming, “The flowers are evil! EVIL!” I am/was the worst.

PSA

Since we’re all really excited about the coming #skeletonwar on here, I thought it’d be a good time to point out that if you’re depending on ingesting dairy to make your skeleton strong, you’re #doingitwrong!

THE DAIRY LOBBY WANTS YOU TO DRINK MILK, WHICH HAS A COMPARATIVELY INSUBSTANTIAL AMOUNT OF CALCIUM!!1 EAT SOME LEAFY GREENS INSTEAD!!! EAT SOME KALE AND SPINACH!!! EAT OKRA AND COLLARD GREENS!!11! EAT SOYBEANS!!11 ONLY THEN WILL YOUR SKELETON RISE AS OVERLORD ONCE THE #SKELETONWAR HAS ENDED!!!

JUST KIDDING!!! THE #SKELETONWAR WILL NEVER END!!!1 IT IS ETERNAL!!111 ONCE WE ALL DIE IT BEGINS AND IT WILL NEVER STOP!!111 YOUR SKELETON WILL NEED TO BE SOOO STRONG!!11 EAT YOUR GREENZZZZ!!!!

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Saturday Night Live: “Brenda the Waitress”

I was lucky enough to grow up during what many (rightfully) consider Saturday Night Live's greatest period, the late 80s/early 90s. In addition to the phenomenal Phil Hartman, a big reason for that greatness was Jan Hooks. Hooks, like Hartman, had acting chops for days. During her stint on the show, she was just as much “The Glue” as Hartman, bringing an authenticity to her characters that only made the sketches funnier. She was consistently amazing*. When I think of SNL, I think of Hartman and Hooks.

*In every way, really. It needs to be noted that I also had a major crush on her.

She was one of the best, most versatile cast members they ever had.

My Failed Attempt to Suck the Walmart-Flavored Blood of Real America
If you want to know why I am the way I am, the fact that I lived in Branson, MO between the ages of 12 and 16 may be pertinent. Nolan gives a fair rundown of the strangeness of Branson, MO in this piece. He’s at least responsible enough to train the lens on himself after bashing this part of the country for most of the piece. (Bashing that is not entirely undeserved, in my opinion.)
It would be easy to write off Branson’s strangeness as not indicative at all of “Real America” (which is honestly a garbage phrase coined by a garbage person) save for the fact that millions of Americans visit each year. What they’re selling, lots of Americans are buying. I actually really liked Silver Dollar City, because I was a teenager and it had rides and you could eat lots of junk food, but I won’t argue it’s not a weird place filled with “Americana” of questionable value. (The Bald Knobbers, for instance, who have (or had?) a ride dedicated to them, are an interesting, problematic group.)
One thing I should note: While living there in the 1990s, two families were basically run out of town. One was the Mormon musical-variety family The Osmonds, who built a theater, but closed it and left after a few years. Apparently the theater received constant bomb and death threats. In many parts of the country, as you know, Mormons are not at all considered the right kind of Christian. The other family run out of town facing similar intimidation was black. They were, to my knowledge, the only black family in town at the time. (Branson had a pop. of about 6,000 while I was there.) I feel pretty comfortable saying that Branson, MO is not only filled with the scariest “Christians” I’ve known, but it’s the most openly racist place I’ve ever lived, and I’ve lived all over this country.

My Failed Attempt to Suck the Walmart-Flavored Blood of Real America

If you want to know why I am the way I am, the fact that I lived in Branson, MO between the ages of 12 and 16 may be pertinent. Nolan gives a fair rundown of the strangeness of Branson, MO in this piece. He’s at least responsible enough to train the lens on himself after bashing this part of the country for most of the piece. (Bashing that is not entirely undeserved, in my opinion.)

It would be easy to write off Branson’s strangeness as not indicative at all of “Real America” (which is honestly a garbage phrase coined by a garbage person) save for the fact that millions of Americans visit each year. What they’re selling, lots of Americans are buying. I actually really liked Silver Dollar City, because I was a teenager and it had rides and you could eat lots of junk food, but I won’t argue it’s not a weird place filled with “Americana” of questionable value. (The Bald Knobbers, for instance, who have (or had?) a ride dedicated to them, are an interesting, problematic group.)

One thing I should note: While living there in the 1990s, two families were basically run out of town. One was the Mormon musical-variety family The Osmonds, who built a theater, but closed it and left after a few years. Apparently the theater received constant bomb and death threats. In many parts of the country, as you know, Mormons are not at all considered the right kind of Christian. The other family run out of town facing similar intimidation was black. They were, to my knowledge, the only black family in town at the time. (Branson had a pop. of about 6,000 while I was there.) I feel pretty comfortable saying that Branson, MO is not only filled with the scariest “Christians” I’ve known, but it’s the most openly racist place I’ve ever lived, and I’ve lived all over this country.