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Frances

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one of my favorite this american life segments of late is about the people who played orchestra pit for phantom of the opera on broadway and how, like, a sizeable majority of them had literally been playing the show since it opened in 1988 (on broadway. I know it opened in 86 on the west end, you random pedants, but I am specifically talking about broadway musicians) because their contracts stipulated that they'd have jobs throughout the show's entire run... but nobody anticipated that phantom would become the longest-running broadway show of all time.

and none of these people wanted to walk away from a guaranteed job, so very few of them ever quit. they just kept doing the same show eight nights a week... for twenty or thirty years... and by the time it finally closed last year most of these musicians (who had been working together for DECADES) hated each other and really really fucking loathed phantom. I can't stop thinking about it. it's indescribably hellish to imagine but also the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life.

"most people are in a daily trauma....they don't even know they're alive"

titty bouncing crucifix flopping dress shoes slapping

He has anime titty physics

So there’s this artist, Alex Schaefer, who makes a bunch of paintings of Chase Bank burning.

There’s just

so many of these

and I think it’s incredibly funny but

I just read this bit from the artist and

This is a "plein air" painting which means I set up my easel right across the street of this Chase bank in my city and painted it like it had caught fire. The police questioned me on the spot. Three weeks later Homeland Security was knocking on the door to my home. The question they kept asking me was "Do you hate these banks?" I can honestly say yes.

And I just think this is the greatest artist statement I’ve ever read.

Me reading the Chain of Iron ending
I was so happy, but little did I know
It all went downhill from here
Herondales are born to suffer from love, we get it, Cassandra, but wtf
Right at this point I lost all hope
Then Cassandra hit us with this
“And Matthew” you say?
Not the stars
In conclusion, (not) thank you Cassandra Clare for breaking my heart in a million pieces.

jerma is in the desert unboxing card packs for a trading card game that doesn’t exist. he has a film crew and an excavator, and he is dressed like indiana jones

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People will assume this is a shitpost.

This is not a shitpost.