This could be a snapshot of my weekday mornings.
Where I work, there’s a small staircase right when you walk through the doors and there’s always a cart at the top of the stairs with free breakfast for any student who wants it when they come into school. I greet kids at the door every morning and there’s this little five-year-old who always comes in and stands at the bottom of the stairs and says, “Please, I want some breakfast, please.”
And I tell him that breakfast is right at the top of the stairs and he can get it on his way up to class. And then he points at his feet and says, “But I am here!”
And I say, “Well, walk up the stairs, then, and get breakfast.”
And he says, “But it is there!”
And I say, “So, all you have to do is walk to there.”
And then, obviously frustrated that I don’t understand why this is such a problem, he says, “But I am here!”
And so on. And I have been more and more often fighting the urge to tell him that he has to cut that shit out because the last thing I need right now is a weirdo kindergartener acting as a metaphor for my life.
Guys. Guys. Guys. How much would you judge me if I said that I think Pretty Little Liars might legitimately be one of the best shows on television right now?
One time, my friend Travis wrote a 90-second punk song about Yukio Mishima just for me.
Luther mastermind Neil Cross says he wants to create a spin-off of the fabulous crime miniseries, which would be set in the United States — and would follow Ruth Wilson’s genius sultry sociopath, Alice. “The truth is I absolutely adore Alice,” Cross tells Variety. His idea now is “very loosely of a mix between The Talented Mr. Ripley and The Last Seduction.” So far, this is all just chatter — Cross hasn’t talked about it with Wilson even, but he says “the BBC is very interested in the project.” Uh, BBC, we’re all very interested in the project.
So, when is this airing already because I want to be watching it, like, yesterday.
She didn’t like to be talked about. Equally, she didn’t like not to be talked about, when the high-minded chatter rushed on as though she was not there. There was no pleasing her, in fact. She had the grace, even at eleven, to know there was no pleasing her. She thought a lot, analytically, about other people’s feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated.
—A.S. Byatt, The Children’s Book (via itsfromabook)