'The Popinjay Cavalier' is an AI-generated title, calling it now.
www.theguardian.com/stage/2026/m...
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'The Popinjay Cavalier' is an AI-generated title, calling it now.
www.theguardian.com/stage/2026/m...
i bet this shit sounds magical if you're fucking stupid
For as long as a film in which Rob Scheider spanks Jean Claude Van Damme with an eel in the middle of a rickshaw race is not an Oscars winner the Academy cannot be taken seriously.
The one exception to this is Josh O'Connor, who most definitely has 'it'.
There's a new-ish generation of good-looking male actors that Hollywood is desperately trying to make happen - Timothee, Glen Powell, Jacob Elordi, Paul Mescal - and whilst they all have certain qualities as actors not a single one of them has 'it'.
THREAD: I got laid off from NYMag/Vulture after 14 years. The family lost 75% of income + medical. Now mzs.press bookstore, once a side project. is do-or-die for Judith & I. I feel weird telling you this because others are doing much worse. But if you could like or share this, we'd be so grateful!
hahahaha VSF
Tânia Maria num cosplay de Gladys, de Weapons (2025), pra dar sorte 😆
via Tânia Maria
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“Piracy is the most effective form of artistic distribution these days. So be it.”
-Werner Herzog on NPR just now 🔥
Every U.K. job ad is like “we seek a dynamic, world-leading expert to care for priceless, load-bearing activities. Salary: £28,000 p.a.”
this is like easy mode...
You're gonna have to tell me what the Yugoslav questions were.
I guess because of the SENTIMENTAL VALUE
Heart, edge AND fearless honesty? Before AI I always thought only two of those things were possible at a time.
Boba, a russian blue on a windowsill with two plants either side and a blue sunny sky. He looks curious about something.
Boba, a russian blue cat sitting on a windowsill, a green plant in foreground circling his face and a bright blue sky in the back. He looks sleepy.
Boba, a russian blue cat on a windowsill, on a bright sumny day. He looks mysteriously at the camera, you can see the neighbourhood below and a potted plant in the foreground.
O gato de sol
An edit for a Simpsons screenshot featuring a whiteboard reading "do it for her" but covered in stills of Mel King from The Pitt
The back of my head throughout today
I think there's a way to "turn on smart features" and have the only smart ones be the email filtering system because i'm pretty sure that's what i've done but no i am not going to check for you because going into that section is a special kind of pain
‘Ancient hatreds’ and it’s Mark Sykes and Francois Georges-Picot carving up the Middle East with a ruler in 1916
People whose grandparents murdered six million Jews: "ve vant you tu zeign vis antisemitism policy vat veee hef vitten, ja?" www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie...
as a hoops head i have a simple solution: just watch the euroleague instead (which is actually doing very well to give itself the same headaches anyway)
"We called London a war zone and moved to Dubai by mistake"
Galaxy-brained managerial insight from Liam Rosenior here: “If you look at our stats, when we have 11 men on the pitch our chance of winning goes through the roof” www.theguardian.com/football/202...
Best 1st watches - Feb 2026
Antonio das Mortes (Glauber Rocha, 1969)
Black Girl (Ousmane Sembène, 1966)
Together (Michael Shanks, 2025)
Within Our Gates (Oscar Micheaux, 1920)
every time one of these markets dissembles and parses and weasels their way out of paying people on a technicality my heart grows three sizes like the grinch. i love to watch these people get scammed on crypto and nfts and gambling. they deserve it and it's funny and it's not my problem at all
hold on a second im still imagining. wow what a mess. still fathoming gimme a minute
He wanted to deny women the right to an education and make them completely subservient to men, and he thought that gay people should be put to death. I don't know why anyone is sad about him getting killed.
But anyway enough about Charlie Kirk. What's this Iran thing?
I mean, in 24 hours I would start with the run, then make a go of the beers and tacos, fall asleep, wake up and finish what's left before the clock runs out.
A screenshot of a Guardian headline for a column by Adrian Chiles. It reads "I wanted an oven with a knob. Instead I got a world of pain."
The box arrived on my doorstep one morning completely out of nowhere. It was a cube, about 4 inches square, made from a very dark wood and each face of it was inscribed with the same phrase: “Your heart’s desire…”. At first I thought it was just the Amazon driver messing up again. When I picked up the box it fitted perfectly into my palm —felt like it belonged there—so I ended up taking it inside with me. If it was actually for next door I was pretty sure I’d hear about it soon enough. I went to put some eggs on for breakfast, but as I lit the gas, the knob came off in my hand, fell to the floor, bounced off my slipper and rolled somewhere—I couldn’t immediately see where. I wish I knew where that went, I said to myself. That very instant the image of the oven knob lying six inches under the vegetable rack popped into my head. I looked down at the box that was still in my hand. The inscription on one side of the cube had disappeared, leaving the surface blank. Well, I’ll be…I thought. The next six months were the best of my life. I was careful and pragmatic with my remaining wishes, making sure to avoid all the traditional pitfalls, and so quickly attained a level of unshowy, comfortable, sustainable wealth and success that would not be easily lost. As a further precaution, I even used my last wish on something entirely unselfish—that everyone else would be as happy as I was. The minute I made that wish, the last inscription disappeared from the cube. However, a new one now appeared, an unexpected continuation of the previous phrase, “...for your soul’s damnation.” The screams of the tortured and wretched are as endless as they are unbearable. Each time a new rusted hook tears into my shredded flesh I hear my cry echoed a thousandfold from those around me. Each morning my eyes regrow so that I can see their agonies, before being pecked out once more by the dark winged things that gather always above me. I still wonder if that box was meant for next door.
#52: Knob
CDs really very useful for compilations and expansive boxsets especially. Nobody but rich nerds with too much time on their hands wants vinyl boxsets
haha, when I saw the notification from you pop up I thought to myself "i wonder if she's listened to pacific ocean blue yet"
Been really getting into John Prine lately and kicking myself for not getting into him sooner. I'm fascinated by his late '70s/early '80s stretch mostly because of the album covers, where he looks either like a porn star, or a retired porn star hucking his autobiography
