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Miss Piggy’s Treasury of Art Masterpieces from the Kermitage Collection is a picture book featuring sixteen (minus the “The Birth of Venus” parody) different muppet parodies of famous artwork, edited by Henry Beard and illustrated by John E. Barrett, and published by Holt, Rinehart and Winston in 1984.
A majority of the illustrations were originally from the Miss Piggy’s Art Masterpiece Calendar which were all reprinted with commentary from Miss Piggy herself and new additions that expanded on the “Kermitage Collection” from the calendar.

illustrations continued:

Henri Rousseau. The Sleepy Zootsy.
Rembrant van Rijn. Arisfroggle Contemplating the Bust of a Twerp.
Jan Vermeer. Young Lady Adorning Herself with Pearls (and Why Not?).
Grant Wood. American Gothique.
Pablo Picasso. Pig Before a Mirror.
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gemsofgreece

In light of the International Greek Language day 🇬🇷🎉, some stuff of nightmares:

Ποπό was already a word in the Homeric epics 😂😂😂

...... i don't get it can someone nicely explain?

I am answering like this if you don’t mind, because more non-Greek speakers may need some context about this.

Ποπό (popó, often exclaimed dramatically like Pooooh Poooooh) is a silly little exclamation having similar connotations with “oh my” , “wow”, “jeepers!”, “boy!”. You can say “Popo, look at this mess here!” or “Popo how pretty you are!”, or when someone speaks to you of their troubles or something is tedious and boring, you can exclaim “POOOOOOOH” whithout even the second syllable.

So it’s just that discovering such a silly word is 2800 years old and used in epic literature of all things makes it incredibly funny. Imagine, you sit down with the mindset to read ancient poetry and the first thing you see is JEEPERS!

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I honestly need them to make *at least* 5 more Knives Out movies, each with just the tiniest little tag scene at the beginning or the end to show me about Benoit's life outside of his cases and then I will read all the stupidest fic about the dumb shit his husband (bf? Not sure if specified, will have to rewatch) has to put up with and I WILL LIVE FOREVER IN PERFECT JOY

but also I need at least five more Knives Out movies because a good non-cop based mystery is hard to find anymore! And they're so much better than they have any right to be and they're quality mysteries full of exquisite characters and they're *so satisfying*!!!

(they're just... Built well? Cohesive wholes with style and good solid technical skills and made by people who clearly like what they're doing and are good at it! They're so! I just!)

But also I really want to know all the stupid shit Benoit's friends and family have to put up with when he's not on a case 🤣🤣🤣

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There’s also a large grey area between an Offensive Stereotype and “thing that can be misconstrued as a stereotype if one uses a particularly reductive lens of interpretation that the text itself is not endorsing”, and while I believe that creators should hold some level of responsibility to look out for potential unfortunate optics on their work, intentional or not, I also do think that placing the entire onus of trying to anticipate every single bad angle someone somewhere might take when reading the text upon the shoulders of the writers – instead of giving in that there should be also a level of responsibility on the part of the audience not to project whatever biases they might carry onto the text – is the kind of thing that will only end up reducing the range of stories that can be told about marginalized people. 

A japanese-american Beth Harmon would be pidgeonholed as another nerdy asian stock character. Baby Driver with a black lead would be accused of perpetuating stereotypes about black youth and crime. Phantom Of The Opera with a female Phantom would be accused of playing into the predatory lesbian stereotype. Romeo & Juliet with a gay couple would be accused of pulling the bury your gays trope – and no, you can’t just rewrite it into having a happy ending, the final tragedy of the tale is the rock onto which the entire central thesis statement of the play stands on. Remove that one element and you change the whole point of the story from a “look at what senseless hatred does to our youth” cautionary tale to a “love conquers all” inspiration piece, and it may not be the story the author wants to tell.

Sometimes, in order for a given story to function (and keep in mind, by function I don’t mean just logistically, but also thematically) it is necessary that your protagonist has specific personality traits that will play out in significant ways in the story. Or that they come from a specific background that will be an important element to the narrative. Or that they go through a particular experience that will consist on crucial plot point. All those narrative tools and building blocks are considered to be completely harmless and neutral when telling stories about straight/white people but, when applied to marginalized characters, it can be difficult to navigate them as, depending on the type of story you might want to tell, you may be steering dangerously close to falling into Unfortunate Implications™. And trying to find alternatives as to avoid falling into potentially iffy subtext is not always easy, as, depending on how central the “problematic” element to your plot, it could alter the very foundation of the story you’re trying to tell beyond recognition. See the point above about Romeo & Juliet.    

Like, I once saw a woman a gringa obviously accuse the movie Knives Out of racism because the one latina character in the otherwise consistently white and wealthy cast is the nurse, when everyone who watched the movie with their eyes and not their ass can see that the entire tension of the plot hinges upon not only the power imbalance between Martha and the Thrombeys, but also on her isolation as the one latina immigrant navigating a world of white rich people. I’ve seen people paint Rosa Diaz as an example of the Hothead Latina stereotype, when Rosa was originally written as a white woman (named Megan) and only turned latina later when Stephanie Beatriz was cast  – and it’s not like they could write out Rosa’s anger issues to avoid bad optics when it is such a defining trait of her character. I’ve seen people say Mulholland Drive is a lesbophobic movie when its story couldn’t even exist in first place if the fatally toxic lesbian relationship that moves the plot was healthy, or if it was straight.                          

That’s not to say we can’t ever question the larger patterns in stories about certain demographics, or not draw lines between artistic liberty and social responsibility, and much less that I know where such lines should be drawn. I made this post precisely to raise a discussion, not to silence people. But one thing I think it’s important to keep in mind in such discussions is that stereotypes, after all, are all about oversimplification. It is more productive, I believe, to evaluate the quality of the representation in any given piece of fiction by looking first into how much its minority characters are a) deep, complex, well-rounded, b) treated with care by the narrative, with plenty of focus and insight into their inner life, and c) a character in their own right that can carry their own storyline and doesn’t just exist to prop up other character’s stories. And only then, yes, look into their particular characterization, but without ever overlooking aspects such as the context and how nuanced such characterization is handled. Much like we’ve moved on from the simplistic mindset that a good female character is necessarily one that punches good otherwise she’s useless, I really do believe that it is time for us to move on from the the idea that there’s a one-size-fits-all model of good representation and start looking into the core of representation issues (meaning: how painfully flat it is, not to mention scarce) rather than the window dressing.

I know I am starting to sound like a broken record here, but it feels that being a latina author writing about latine characters is a losing game, when there’s extra pressure on minority authors to avoid ~problematic~ optics in their work on the basis of the “you should know better” argument. And this “lower common denominator” approach to representation, that bars people from exploring otherwise interesting and meaningful concepts in stories because the most narrow minded people in the audience will get their biases confirmed, in many ways, sounds like a new form of respectability politics. Why, if it was gringos that created and imposed those stereotypes onto my ethnicity, why it should be my responsibility as a latina creator to dispel such stereotypes by curbing my artistic expression? Instead of asking of them to take responsibility for the lenses and biases they bring onto the text? Why is it too much to ask from people to wrap their minds about the ridiculously basic concept that no story they consume about a marginalized person should be taken as a blanket representation of their entire community?

It’s ridiculous. Gringos at some point came up with the idea that latinos are all naturally inclined to crime, so now I, a latina who loves heist movies, can’t write a latino character who’s a cool car thief. Gentiles created antisemitic propaganda claiming that the jews are all blood drinking monsters, so now jewish authors who love vampires can’t write jewish vampires. Straights made up the idea that lesbian relationships tend to be unhealthy, so now sapphics who are into Brontë-ish gothic romance don’t get to read this type of story with lesbian protagonists. I want to scream.      

And at the end of the day it all boils down to how people see marginalized characters as Representation™ first and narrative tools created to tell good stories later, if at all. White/straight characters get to be evaluated on how entertaining and tridimensional they are, whereas minority characters get to be evaluated on how well they’d fit into an after school special. Fuck this shit.                            

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I feel like you all especially would enjoy this combination of dragons & space (& Squishies & candy) & video game piano music that I am not good enough again to play yet but I'll get there 🤣

(I have a Normandy & a couple Alliance ships & a Turian cruiser in that Metal Earth pile, but I'm not awake enough to risk folding pointy-metal yet)

Also if any of you haven't read Witness for the Dead yet, it's very good. (And not a direct sequel to The Goblin Emperor so you'd be fine if you haven't read that one in awhile.) I snagged a library copy right when it came out, and then Mom offered to get me it for Christmas so now I can re-read it!

After coffee

(Thing 2 woke us all up before 0430. Merry Christmas!)

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plaguedocboi

Do ppl realize that Ebinizer Scrooge isn’t bad because he dislikes Christmas, he’s bad because he’s greedy and selfish and pays his employees poverty wages and has no concern whether other people live or die

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doctorguilty

OP your tags … warming myself with your delicious tea it’s too good not to share

dickens: scrooge hates christmas because it’s about being generous and spending time with others with no profit motive, and all he cares about is profit.

audience: wow, can’t believe that scrooge hates having fun.

dickens: literally every relationship he’s ever had has been ruined because he cared more about making money than about other people. 

audience: can’t believe a guy cut off his whole family because he doesn’t like tinsel.

dickens, growing more frustrated: he’s so obsessed with profit that he won’t even heat his own house if it costs him money! he complains about losing a single day of income from businesses being closed on christmas! CHRISTMAS IS A METAPHOR FOR BEING A DECENT PERSON!

audience: how can you hate cookies and presents, you scrooge?

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amygdalae

*thinks abt videogames*: now this is epic. I feel safe and warm and soft and happy. yes... this is good.

*Thinks about the videogame industry*: oh. oh no. Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! A thousand curses and devils

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Hello!

For your consideration:

Her

This is Claudia, my copper steampunk bird made of scraps of my aunts gutter

The metals included are:

Copper (obvs)

Brass

Aluminum

Gold

Silver

Lead

Steel

And some ??? Cause I just found some bits and stuck them on.

Her main body is a ball of rolled up window screen, and everything is wired to that.

All connections are mechanical.

No solder, no glue, no welding

Just wire.

I call it “metal sewing” real original I know, but I use punches and then thread wire and twist it and tie it and pray a little.

No power tools

Tinsnips, and punches and needle nosed pliers.

Her beak can open and hold small things, such as pencil lead, in any direction + shaking and she won’t drop it. This is completely unintentional.

She took about a week and a half of constant work. (Hyper focus ppl it’s strange)

I may add legs later and give her a stand so she can be on display without pancaking on the table.

She is one of my biggest and grandest projects and I love how she turned out. I’ll add some better pictures later and a whole progress thread if you want to see.

Reblogs would be very much appreciated. She was a ton of work and I’ve been excited to make a post about her, but pls don’t feel obligated

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glumshoe

I really think Rasputin lucked out, in that being remembered by history as some species of giant unkillable sex wizard is something most of us can only fruitlessly aspire to.

He didn’t luck out, he worked hard for that rep

he really didn’t though

he was just kind of a garden-variety creep, but the rumor mill did all the work for him and now he’s a banger disco song

to be fair, neither could Rasputin. Alexei very much continued to have haemophilia.

isn’t the current theory that he seemed to heal faster and have more spoons when Rasputin was around because Rasputin wouldn’t let the doctors give him aspirin, a blood thinner?

Ra Ra Rasputin Russia’s wellness scamming fiend

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prokopetz

Fun fact: the conspirator who’d been made responsible for preparing the poison for Rasputin, Stanislaus de Lazovert, was a medical intern who’d studied under the exact same doctor who kept trying to treat Tsarevich Alexei’s hemophilia with aspirin.

Like, I feel like this should be taken into account when evaluating reports of Rasputin’s miraculous immunity to poison.

Did the guy who shot him also study under that doctor?

No, Felix Yusupov was just a useless nerd who thought he knew how murder worked because he’d read a book.

Based on the available historical evidence, the most likely sequence of events is as follows:

  • The conspirators attempt to kill Rasputin with poison-laced cakes, but fail; it’s unknown whether this is because de Lazovert fucked up the poison, because Rasputin – who had a well-known dislike of sweets – didn’t go in on the cakes as heavily as they expected, or just because a poisoned cake is a really stupid idea.  
  • Seeing that the poison has failed, Yusupov gets Rasputin alone for a moment and shoots him once in the chest, causing him to fall senseless to the floor. Because he’s a useless nerd who thinks he knows how murder works because he read a book, Yusupov is unaware that a single handgun shot is very unlikely to be immediately fatal, and neglects to finish Rasputin off, instead leaving the room to confer with his fellow conspirators.  
  • When the conspirators return to retrieve Rasputin’s body, he recovers from the shock of the initial gunshot and attacks them. Following some general panic, a third conspirator, Vladimir Purishkevich, opens up guns blazing; Purishkevich manages to miss several times in spite of being at point-blank range, but eventually strikes Rasputin in the head, killing him instantly.  
  • The conspirators beat the shit out of Rasputin’s body just to be sure, then proceed to make a complete clownshow out of disposing of the corpse; the remainder of Rasputin’s injuries are sustained postmortem.

Pretty much everything else about Rasputin’s miraculous invincibility is invented whole cloth, much of it by Yusupov himself in order to build himself up in his own published memoirs.

(As icing on the incompetently poisoned cake, elements of Yusupov’s memoirs were later incorporated into the 1932 film Rasputin and the Empress, which led to Yusupov suing MGM Studios for libel because the film strongly implies that Rasputin was fucking Yusupov’s wife. The precedent set by that lawsuit is the reason those “similarities to any real person living or dead are coincidental” disclaimers exist.)

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CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF (1958), dir. Richard Brooks
“It was originally set to be filmed in black-and-white, until director Richard Brooks insisted on shooting in color to highlight the famous jewel-toned eyes of Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor. Cinematographer William H. Daniels takes full advantage of the beauty of these leads, lighting them better than they had been before.” [Angelica Jade Bastién, The Contradictory Power of ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’, The Village Voice, November 16, 2016]
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100 level course prof: Attendance is mandatory, no phones allowed, 12 hours of homework/week, also we have 5 exams and one is in 9 days

500 level course prof: I illegally downloaded the texbook, I’ll send you the link. text me if you need anything. Do you guys wanna go kayaking?

FYI

100 level course prof: Usually an adjunct. Very smol and new to teaching. Lives with dept head up their butt and double checking everything they do

500 level course prof: Is presumed to be competent and is left alone to become the true agent of chaos all teachers yearn to be

500 level also has tenure and can do whatever they want with little to no consequences

also 100 level course: 250 students, at 8:30 AM bc the department is required to schedule at least one class in that timeslot 500 level course: 5 students, a once-a-week four-hour-long shitshow in a coat closet that the prof is fond of

“a once-a-week four-hour-long shitshow in a coat closet that the prof is fond of “

i´m shaking…

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Temperate

This was supposed to be for Day 12 of 7kpp fictober (yes, over two months ago) but it’s so short, and I kept wanting a little something more... only I think this is all there is, just the Dowager Countess from Arland in her chair, contemplating the Summit that’s about to begin. There’s just something really interesting for me in wondering what the NPCs think about each other beyond what they think of the PC. (Or how frustrating it must be, to be from Arland and smart enough to see everything the Royal Family is doing wrong, and not being able to do anything about it. I think my Sheltered Princess feels overflowed onto poor Yvette, too. *laughs*)

Yvette hates to admit it, even just to herself, but there’s not much to be said for the Arland Delegation this year. Too haughty, too self-important, too entrenched in their expectations, too unlikely to listen, or even take off their blinders to observe properly, and without that...

Katyia’s vision will never be realized, not with this lot of arrogant twits, and this, this is the year they need it, she’s seen too many signs of that to be able to pretend otherwise.

History always repeats itself, and she knows exactly what she’s looking at, exactly what’s coming.

The young Earl’s the best of the lot, bright enough to light up a room, both because of his smile and because he’s smarter than most people realize, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and then lets said sleeve dangle in his soup, and he’s a wretched politician.

She rather secretly adores him and the way he makes sure to talk with her instead of at her, but she’s not sure that gentle hands and a gentler heart will serve him well here.

She’s quite sure they won’t, in fact, but she doesn’t want to admit that, even to herself, doesn’t want to wish for such a bright young man to learn to be hard, even if... even if that’s what they need.

Maybe she’s wrong about him, maybe he’s got a spine of steel behind those soft eyes, maybe he’ll rise to the occasion, maybe...

Maybe someone else here will surprise her this year.

She can’t remember the last time someone surprised her.

She supposes it’s possible, supposes she can wish for...

Well.

That's a dangerous thought. Wishing for surprises, as if such a thing isn’t just as likely to be horrifying as helpful.

She knows better than that.

She can’t seem to stop it though, a bright fluttering of hope in her chest, hiding behind the small smile and polite nod she offers to those delegates who think to greet the chaperones before the Welcome Feast.

Maybe she’ll get a chance to witness something better than she expects, just this once, rather than worse.

Maybe...

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