Emily
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Impoverished spinster. Mediocrities everywhere, I absolve you. | Frances Anderson on @nomgpodcast.bsky.social (She/her)
Happy Bastille Day to France, which I used to celebrate every year with a cake, games of Pin the Head on the Aristo, a tabletop guillotine for photo ops, and wonderful times with friends. Parties are harder now that more friends are scattered but hey- liberté, egalité, fraternité, mes amis.
What am I up to? Just checking out a schoolmate and old musician friend getting made a bishop, no big deal.
The good news is, when you change time zones, it still counts as making it within the same day you left. Night, folks.
This is the part that slays me, when it still feels like an oven outside at an hour to midnight.
The problem is, this HAS been making me laugh for the last 24 hours every time I see it.
I wish the church that employs me could imagine a kind of Catholicism like this. I wish I could have grown up with it around me, like the little kids who came to Mass and ran around eating pizza at the reception. I’m so glad it’s here.
So my birthday isn’t until Sunday, but clearly, how can I feel more celebrated than by a promotional email from a mid-tier fast casual restaurant singing a coupon at me?
We gather here tonight not for Wendell Pierce but for Melanie Field as Emilia, if by We I mean Me, and I most definitely do.
Hello from Final 3 Con, where I am currently surrounded by grims. I get to check that all the fiddly bits made it back into the borrowed copies we lend out throughout the con, and it’s so SATISFYING.
Things you don’t realize mean home until you realize you haven’t seen them since you left.
The good part about having a very Catholic mother is that you know EXACTLY what to order for your parents’ 50th wedding anniversary: a papal blessing parchment. You get to pick your own design and the money mostly goes to the papal charities for the poor.
Six years ago this week, I was reading NK Jemison’s The Stone Sky, and this hits just as hard today as it did then. I wish it didn’t! Wish things were better and the world wasn’t still filled with fear and suffering! But it still helps.
When I was a kid, I bought this book and read it again and again. The art was beautiful and I loved the wild and dramatic stories of ballets I’d never heard of before. I was obsessed with the story of Giselle and never forgotten that childhood fascination. Tonight I FINALLY get to see it.