So this is how I picture the season after grimmons becomes canon...
Sarge: Blues… I’m on my last line here. I’m begging you. Please help me break those two up.
Tucker:what the fuck are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for fucking years for those two to get together. No way on hell!
Wash:what’s the problem? They don’t seem any different to me.
Sarge: LOOK AT THEM. OVER THERE. BEING ALL SAPPY AND NICE TO EACH OTHER.
Simmons and Grif a few feet away.
Grif:Sorry dude. Don’t know what to tell you.
Simmons:But your from Hawaii! How can you not like pineapples on pizza?!
Grif:I don’t appreciate your stereotyping Simmons.
Sarge: Its going to kill me!!!
Tucker and Wash just look at each other. You can’t see their faces, but you know they are rolling their eyes. Sarge’s mission for the rest of the season is to break them up.
I-I don’t understand this– Our daughter is dying in there. I want answers! It is your job to give us answers! Mr. Cahalan– No! This ain’t some kids club where you get to play doctor! This is my daughter’s life! Her life is in your hands and I want answers. Tell me what is wrong with my daughter!
The side of Michael Jackson they don’t show you: his ACTUAL RACE.
On 6th February 1984, after winning an unprecedented number of AMA awards Michael spoke to black publication JET magazine about people in his life he was thankful for; Stevie Wonder, who expresses pride of race in his music.
“That’s why I love Stevie Wonder’s album called Songs in The Key of Life… He had a song called Black Man and I just jumped up screaming when I heard that record because he’s showing the world what the Black man has done and what other races have done… He named it Black Man and all these people who have got the album sing it. And that’s the best way to bring about the truth.”
Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening,quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.
While all the aides seemed to be friendly with each other, there apparently was an intimate inner circle at headquarters composed of Harrison, Tilghman, Hamilton, Laurens, Gibbs, and Meade. Their personal letters to each other are full of affection and good humor.
“Spidey, about before. You know I think you’re the best, right? And not just the superhero stuff. You’re a big brain, too. You should be over there with Reed and Tony, saving our butts.” “Right, like I’m in their league.” “Okay, so let them do their thing. You can go work on a fallback plan.” “Johnny, look at the time. There’s no way I could… possibly… come up with… a fallback plan!”
Close the blinds and kill the birds, I surrender my desire for a logical culmination. I surrender my desire to be healed. The blurriness of being alive. Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it. Not just the idea of it but the ramifications of it. People love to hate themselves, avoiding the necessary recalibrations. Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are. What would a better me paint? There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time. Vanity, vanity, forcing your will on the world. Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail. You want to solve something? Get out of your own way. What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalization. The world doesn’t know what to do with my love. Because it isn’t used to being loved. It’s a framework problem. Disheartening? Obviously. I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love. I said no more severity. I said it severely and slept through all my appointments. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work. Admirable? Not really. I hate my friends. And when I hate my friends I’ve failed myself, failed to share my compassion. I shine a light on them of my own making: septic, ugly, the wrong yellow. I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.