i’m cryinggggggg
(apologies to my followers here for an off topic post, but i want this to show up in some tags (for once) and my personal account is... hidden from search, lol.)
i recently recovered my old hard drive from my dead laptop, including recovering my theatre bootlegs. one of which is something i've seen people asking about for the past couple of years (and had been trying to find again myself without luck): a BBC4 broadcast of the 2015 Barbican production of Anne Carson's translation of Antigone, directed by Ivo van Hove. it was broadcast twice and never released on DVD or permanent streaming. there used to be public links around, but all of them are dead as of right now that i could track down.
so i have uploaded it to archive.org now i have it again!
i had to convert the mkv to mp4, for reasons of 'my broadband is shit and uploads too slowly', but it's still good quality. anyway, i enjoy this production a lot. i want more people to watch it! i'm glad i could get it back and upload it somewhere.
I had a dream where the goat got frostbite and went home. She is cold and we need to warm her.
the little match girl x gävlebocken??
Alex Dellow. Ballroom Dancing. Winter Gardens, Blackpool, England. 1955
The magpie who fishes stars
Casual acquaintance: How are you?
Me: Okay so we spent 9 episodes thinking Victor didn't know who Yuri was until the video went viral but in episode 10 we find out that Yuri got shitfaced and had a dance battle with Yurio and pole danced with Chris and even sexy danced WITH VICTOR and in the last 30 seconds we find out he drunkenly asked Victor to be his coach while humping him and that Victor had been BESOTTED by this sloppy drunk and dropped everything because he was into him and now everything that seemed weird or slightly off MAKES PERFECT SENSE AND I'M STILL NOT OVER IT AND HOW IT CHANGES EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW AND THAT'S ON TOP OF THE FACT THEY ARE ENGAGED!
Casual acquaintance:
Casual acquaintance:
Me: I mean I'm fine how are you?
Habe neuerdings die Startseite von ebay Kleinanzeigen für mich entdeckt. Neue Lieblings-social media Plattform. Anstatt mir reinzuziehen was Leute aus meiner Abi-Klasse auf Instagram für erwähnenswert halten (toll, Valeria, dein Vater hat dir eine Kreuzfahrt geschenkt? Warst du nicht bei Fridays for Future?), lasse ich mich von Verkaufsanzeigen für Hängebauchschweine berieseln.
Es ist ja nicht mal so als wollte ich ein Tier kaufen, ich möchte nur... den Markt im Blick behalten. Die neuesten Entwicklungen des Seidenhühner-Markts interessieren mich halt, ok?
Am besten sind ohnehin die Anzeigen der Leute, die Ponys diverser Art verkaufen wollen. Die Beschreibung liest sich meistens eher, als hätten sie sich eine viktorianische Puppe, die von einem Poltergeist besessen ist, in's Haus geholt. "Verkaufe hier mein putziges Shetland-Pony. Sehr brav, aber manchmal buckelt, beißt und tritt sie. Kinder knabbert sie gerne an". Franzi, dein Pony klingt nach einem misanthropischem Sadisten. "Ich biete hier schweren Herzens meinen Krümel zum Kauf an. Würde ihn auch gegen ein anderes Pony tauschen". Krass, ein Ponyverkauf unter dem Motto "it's not me, it's you"? Großartiges Drama, 10/10, zeig mir mehr.
Tatort Saarbrücken x El Hotzo, Vol. 6