I thought it Brit Angus MacPhail, who worked with Hitchcock, came up with the term. Of course, the idea is clearly way older. Holy Grail and all that.

I feel like we have different definitions of spoon in the cuddle context.

I’d be happy about your message if you didn’t use AI slop to sell it.

It’s like the tattoo. You went out of your way to surgically become this look so that everyone knows you’re in the nazi party. It’s ugly—body & soul.

I don’t like to nitpick appearance as criticism and judgement, but it’s getting harder and harder. It’s the female version of a nazi tattoo at this point.

Spanish name (from the Latin) ‘shining white’ Probably no longer widely used.

Fun story. Paul Allen was at an event (can’t remember what) in 2010-ish. We were complaining about how uncomfortable 747 seating was on our flight to Seattle. He was nodding along and then chipped in, “Yes. I had to sell mine. Very uncomfortable.” He was serious. Money, at that level, changes you.

Wodehouse is one of those authors who I wish I could read again for the first time. Pratchett as well. I just miss the first-time snickers of the whole experience.

Glorious 🤌🏼✨️ "It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins." ~ P. G. Wodehouse 'Jeeves and the Old School Chum'

Turn back time a bit… Tolkien, Herriot, Christie, Clarke, Lewis, Dahl, Dickens, Austen, Doyle, Shakespeare (okay, a bit of an acquired taste there), and so on.

I’m speculating on the cran sauce. It could have been a boat of gravy.

Isn’t it the guy on the left with the turkey twizzler and sadly the chap in the center has lost his accompanying dish a cranberry-orange sauce?

I could pop in to Newlyn, which I’ve wanted to visit ever since seeing The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (6 times). Indeed tempting.

Look at that water! Now I want to go to St. Ives. Travel time from London? 6½ hours by train and 5 by car. Maybe not this trip.

So I have permission to go the Victoria & Albert museum and see how many pieces of dishware have fish on them? Excellent. Thank you, Fritz. *At least* 6000 dishes, so I’ll see you all in a few days.

I saw this goose’s great-great-great-great (honestly how many greats would geese produce since the 1550s?) goose in Kensington Park yesterday and, I’ll tell you, the husband and I backed away tout suite.

my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.“

Poor Bridget! “I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city –