Shelli. Communications for the Mouse. Gator. Lover of tap dancing, television, reading and writing, musicals, the muppets, chocolate and lazy Saturdays spent in my jammies.
The Andor finale played out gorgeously. I love the way both the ISB and Luthen’s intelligence cell were caught completely flat-footed by the uprising on Ferrix. It really called back to Luthen’s speech about being forced to use the tools of the enemy to defeat them: he may have predicted the Empire’s actions and motivations with 100% accuracy, but he ended up having the same blind spots.
Both groups thought they were in for a game of cat and mouse over Cassian Andor. Both were wrong for the same reason: the little people, the ones they’d written off as predictable puppets, were ready to take matters into their own hands.
This entire episode hammered home the idea of community as the most powerful weapon against oppression. Cassian could walk through people’s backyards, sewers, and kitchens to operate much more effectively than any spy, and Maarva’s speech speaks for itself. Her audience floods the streets; the fact that neither group caught wind of this level of turnout and organization in advance puts them to shame.
All the intelligence and surveillance and weapons but neither of them take into account that it’s not just One Guy At The Center who’s the problem for them, it’s the guy who works in the kitchens at the Villa Grimaldi who lets a partisan go because “I’m sorry your mom died” and it’s the middle-aged women community organizers and the workers in a town where everyone hangs up their gloves in plain view because they know no one will steal what’s not theirs. God-tier television.
A cyanometer is a device used to measure the intensity of blue in the sky, often used in meteorology and atmospheric studies. It typically consists of a series of blue color patches or a color gradient, allowing the user to compare the sky’s color to these reference colors.
Do you like the wheel of the sky
Well I like that it doesn’t take 5 minutes to scroll past.
*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard
*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.
when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.
this is in no way a slam on hardcore hiking, it’s very fun, but i mostly just need to lower people’s expectations when i say hiking is a hobby of mine
“No no, that’s ranger hiking. I like hobbit hiking.”
It is very important for you all to know that right now my fluffy corgi is asleep on her back pressed up next to me with her little paws twitching in the air as she chases something in her sleep.
That’s a beautiful image. Mine tricked my husband into taking him to work and is now hauling him around the office so everyone there can pay attention to his puppyness, because that is CLEARLY what he is there for.
The measurable effect of a Very Cute Puppy on company morale cannot be overstated, your dog is providing an invaluable service.
it is past time we jettisoned the useless false dichotomy of introversion vs. extroversion and just accepted that everybody has a minimum amount of social interaction, failing which, they get really weird. and everybody has a maximum amount of social interaction, exceeding which, they get really weird. these levels are different for everyone, for a variety of reasons, and have no moral dimension. and that is all.
why would you come to this club and just shoot Myers & Briggs like this
“She read paperbacks too, one after the next like she was chain-smoking—romance, science fiction, old pulp fantasy. All she wanted to do was sit, unbothered in a circle of lamplight, and live someone else’s life.”
