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BULBASAUR in Detective Pikachu dir. Robert Letterman, 2019

Cuanto tiempo libre tiene la gente

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When I say I lost my shit at Grogu’s first words, let me tell you, I LOST MY SHIT.  All the speculation of what Grogu’s first words were going to be, the build-up of whether he would speak like Yoda or if he would try to say “This is the Way.” or some other wild thing, like those first words were going to be so important, there was so much build-up!  Years of build-up in real time!  And then Favreau chose THE MOST ANNOYING OPTION POSSIBLE, it’s not even Grogu’s voice, he’s just controlling a robot and then he ANNOYED THE SHIT OUT OF DIN WITH IT just “Yes!  Yes. Yes. Yes.  NO!  NO!  YES. YES.”  I HAD TEARS IN MY EYES I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD, Favreau chose the most obnoxious route he could think of for Grogu’s first words after years of speculation about how it would happen and it was juvenile ridiculous Star Wars bullshit and Favreau really woke up and chose violence when he wrote that and I respect that choice.

I KIND OF JUST REALIZED THAT JESSIE FROM TEAM ROCKET FORMS A FUCKING R WITH HER HAIR AND BODY

WHY DID IT TAKE ME OVER 10 YEARS TO REALIZE THIS

In August of 2021 I finished reading the mega-hit series: A Court of Thorns and Roses. I love these books, so of course I wanted to stay in Prythian a while longer. I designed a gown for each of the courts and did a little designer world building to go with them. This was a fun project, and I keep meaning to go back and create designs for the men and other key looks.

Bonus: My take on the Starfall gown

My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.