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Thereâs a movie made from his story, you guys can check it out. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3449292/
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That mountain didnât not know who it was fucking with.
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My friend told me a story he hadnât told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, âWhoâd believe that? How can that be true? Thatâs daft.â So he didnât tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.  When he was a kid, he said, they didnât use the word autism, they just said âshyâ, or âisnât very good at being around strangers or lots of people.â But thatâs what he was, and is, and he doesnât mind telling anyone. Itâs just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but thatâs okay.  Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying âshyâ or âwithdrawnâ rather than âautisticâ. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he canât quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the filmâŠ! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. Itâs a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.  It was âLabyrinthâ, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.  âI met David Bowie once,â was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.  âYou did? When was this?â I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.  He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.  He told the story as if it was heâd been on an adventure back then, and he wasnât quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.  It was thirty years ago and all us kids whoâd loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?  I asked him what happened on his adventure.  âI was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. Heâd heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.  âHe gave me this mask. This one. Look.  âHe said: âThis is an invisible mask, you see?  âHe took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. âPut it on,â he told me. âItâs magic.â  âAnd so I did.  âThen he told me, âI always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesnât take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.  âI sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.  âThen I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.  â'Now weâve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know weâre even wearing them,â he said.  âSo, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.  âIt was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.  âI still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.â  I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.  What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?  âDavid Bowie said, âIâm always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.â And then it was over. Iâve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.â  My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.  âThe normal reaction is: thatâs just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.â  But I do. I really believe in it.  And itâs the best story Iâve heard all year.
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After his friend announced that the new TRANSFORMERS movie had ruined his childhoodâŠ
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This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
Iâm convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat
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Allow me to introduce you to a Mr. Mitt Romney. A haphazard skew of a man, whose political career, much like his wit, is an act of uncomfortable brevity. To his immediate right is a door-to-door salesman, of sorts, whose peddled wares are more than just stowed encyclopedias or finely crafted Tupperware. Mr. Romney is about to learn that legacies arenât built with the brick and mortar of intentions, but of deeds. Dip your quill and get ready to sign. Your dotted line: The Twilight Zone.
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Langston Hughes' Harlem home has shot up in value in recent years. A group of writers is raising money to save it from being turned into condos or coffee shops.
Ivy still grows on the front of Langston Hughesâ home in Harlem. There arenât many houses like it left in New York City. Real estate agents estimate itâs worth over $3 million.
And thatâs before anyone talks about the fact that one of Americaâs great writers â a hero of the Harlem Renaissance â lived there for much of the 1950s and 60s, until he passed away. His typerwriter is still on a shelf.
Pressure to sell âHughes Houseâ is escalating. The current owner listed it for a mere $1 million a few years ago, but it didnât sell. For now, the home sits empty. The owner doesnât live there. No one does. Paint is chipping off the front steps.
Renee Watson thinks itâs a tragedy. Thatâs why she started an Indiegogo campaign to raise $150,000 to rent the home and turn it into a cultural center honoring Hughes.
âThe more Harlem changes, the more Iâm motivated to do something,â says Watson, a writer who lives nearby, and has watched gentrification flood in. A Whole Foods is set to open in the area early next year. Realtors predict prices will skyrocket even further.
âWe â the community â must hold on to the space,â says Watson. âI feel a sense of urgency.â
So far, the initiative to save Hughes House has raised just over $25,000.
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Ladies and gentlemen, there are two things I love: old Presidents and jokes. Now that we are in election season, I decided to marry the two through t-shirts. Hail to the Tees!
Currently there are ten designs waiting for your perusal which include a visual representation of every President with facial hair, a President Garfield/cat Garfield mashup, and even a Frankie Goes to Hollywood reference. Thereâs something for everyone (who studied US History diligently)!
Iâll be introducing new shirts monthly and Iâll be highlighting a few on this here Tumblr and on Instagram, or you can just make www.hailtothetees.com your new browser homepage. Thatâll work too.
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BIRD UP
Goddamn it I love Paul Robertson.
Before Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, there was Shirley Chisholm.
ï»żâI ran for the Presidency, despite hopeless odds, to demonstrate the sheer will and refusal to accept the status quoâŠI ran because somebody had to do it first. In this country, everybody is supposed to be able to run for President, but that has never really been true.â (The Good Fight)
In 1972, Shirley Chisholm became the first major-party African American candidate for President of the United States, and the first woman ever to run for the Democratic Partyâs presidential nomination. She was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2015.
This program from Chisholmâs appearance in Richmond, Va. may be found in the Mary Holt Woolfolk Carlton Papers (M 11 Box 1), Special Collections and Archives, James Branch Cabell Library.
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Thereâs a really great documentary about Shirley Chisholmâs presidential run that you can rent on Amazon for $4! Itâs called âChisholm â72: Unbought & Unbossed.â
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Charlie Roseâs interviews with the leading faces of Hollywood are a complete pleasure to become engulfed by. His work has been known to pop up occasionally on YouTube, only to disappear a couple of weeks later, but weâre incredibly excited to bring your attention to the redesigned Charlie Rose website that has been available to the public, with all the treasures of Roseâs career finally at the palm of our hands. Charlie Rose is definitely one of the more important reasons weâve been trying to do our best at exploring the world of film, and we can only hope that one day our interviews would have at least a glimpse of Roseâs thoroughness and inspiration. The way the likes of Martin Scorsese, Werner Herzog, Sydney Pollack, Quentin Tarantino, Robert Altman, Brian De Palma, Michael J. Fox and a plethora of other dignities open up to him and discuss their lifeâs work and personal aspirations is a major source of inspiration for our website. Enjoy these interviews as much as we did!
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Second in a series of articles about the moral panic surrounding role-playing games in the 1980s, as experienced by those who lived it. You can read Geek & Sundry's first article in the series here. How did the people who worked for TSR, the company that published Dungeons & Dragons in the 1980s, deal with the charges of Satanism, suicide, and sorcery that swirled around the game? And given that the charges were complete rubbish, why did they think a tabletop board game was the nexus of such cultural hysteria? You can watch a representative piece of the mania, pandemonium, and outright lying in this clip below, which reads as absolutely hilarious now that we have decades of hindsight, but doubtless caused many gamers endless trouble and put struck fear into the hearts of TSR and its employees. And so it was that Frank Mentzer was sent forth to fight for your right to game. Frank Mentzer is a giant of the role-playing field. If you came to D&D in the 80s, you likely
A good read and a great video about early D&D panic!
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Mainly reblogging this for @chrisreblogs but it's worth mentioning my college roommate wrote this!
an actual video of me in any math class ever.
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My thoughts on being a person of color in Hollywood
The New York Times asked me to write about being a person of color in Hollywood. I wrote it but they didnât like what they read I guess??? I say that because they decided not to run it. But I think I actually wrote something good. Thank you to my dear friend Madeline Walter for proofreading and editing it. Have a read will ya?
Hmmmmm⊠oh boy. Imagine my surprise when I opened an email and saw that the New York Times wanted to know my opinion on being a person of color working in Hollywood. To me, that sentence is a crazy sentence. Like my life is crazy and the fact that I am working in Hollywood is crazy. Also my friends barely want my opinion on anything, and the New York Times is, like, a news source that intellectuals in coffee shops read. But, down to the actual question that has been posed to me⊠what is it like being a person of color working in Hollywood? Well Iâll tell you, itâs a real roller coaster, because not only am I a person of color, but I am a woman and an overweight one at that. Iâm like the least traditionally fuckable of all the women you could gather and put on TV/film. Now youâre probably thinking, âOH NICOLE! DONâT SAY THAT ABOUT YOURSELF! EVERY BODY IS A BEAUTIFUL BODY!â Thatâs a very nice thing for you to shout at me, but I already know that. I love who I am right now, and Iâm not the one whoâs telling myself Iâm unfuckable. It gets beaten into my brain from audition notices that say, âlooks like a linebackerââŠâwoman who is fat and disgusting but still somehow has sexâ⊠âfat black waitressâ⊠âhookerâ⊠âblack bus driver.â A lot of under-five characters I would audition for donât even have names. Instead, theyâre named by their race, body type and/or profession. Theyâre not given real names, which to me, means theyâre not viewed as real people. Which is super helpful, âcause, you know, in case I forget what I look like, some cool writer or casting director will remind me. Also, Iâve done a handful of voiceover and on-camera jobs where Iâve been asked to âbe blacker.â Which is code for be sassier, more ghetto, more neck rolls and snaps. I even wrote and shot a video about it with some dear friends (please take a break from this and YouTube it). A lot of the time I wouldnât know where my next paycheck was coming from, so I would just sass it the fuck up when someone asked me to. Thatâs not to say that being sassy isnât fun. It is⊠just not when itâs asked of you everywhere you go. Because you start to feel that nobody cares what else you have to offer. Now before you think, âNicole, nobody escapes typecasting,â I say, âOh fuck you, take a nap, you donât know what youâre talking about.â Typecasting is a thing, but when it involves race, it narrows the roles available down to an almost comically small amount. On the flip side (told you it was a roller coaster), now I do get to audition for things that are not defined by race. Iâm very lucky that in most of my jobs now, Iâm able to just be a âfunny personâ as opposed to a âfunny black person.â I perform at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre, where my race and gender are rarely pointed out. I just worked on a new sketch show for Fox called âParty Over Here,â where sketches were written for me because of my funny and not my race. MTVâs âGirl Codeâ was one hundred percent me⊠that show allowed me to really fine tune my comedic voice. Now, Iâm currently writing and about to star in my own scripted show for MTV, where race and gender play a role but are not the star. Maybe youâll see me take off a wig or get my brown makeup on the cheek of a white person and then discreetly try to rub it off without them noticing⊠I mean, you guys, there are so many funny (and some not funny) stories that people of color can tell without race having to be mentioned overtly. You know, I think Viola Davis really hit a home run with âAnd let me tell you something: The only thing that separates women of color from anyone else is opportunity. You cannot win an Emmy for roles that are simply not there.â I constantly see shows that seemingly have diversity but fail to realize that you donât have to hide people of color in the background and in under-five roles. You can give them fully three-dimensional characters who return in multiple (dare I say all?) the episodes in a season. So, when I think about being a mildly successful person of color in Hollywood, I think that change IS happening. If you look at me on paper, I shouldnât have the things I have. I should thank Queen Latifah, Gabourey Sidibe, and Monique for being trailblazers by not adjusting their bodies to industry standards. Their careers have made it easier for me to exist in this world. Also changing what the standard is; is hard. Maybe now youâre thinking, âNicole shouldnât the best person get the job, regardless of race or gender?â Yeah, they should, but in this business, âbestâ is subjective, and people tend to like what they know. And more times than not, itâs a bunch of old white men making the decisions. If youâre white, you know white⊠which isnât on purpose, itâs just embedded in our heads. Systemic racism/preferential treatment is real, and itâs something I could go on forever about but, my friends, I have a word limit. Listen, I donât wish we existed in a colorblind society, because what a boring fucking world that would be. Also, saying youâre colorblind is essentially taking the color away from people, just lumping everyone together into one big beige ball. I donât ever want to be just a basic bitch lumped together with a bunch of other basic bitches in one big basic bitch beige ball. I want to wave my color proudly. I want to bring my color and background to the table, because it makes life/entertainment more interesting. And, I want people to embrace differences and maybe step outside of their comfort zones. I know I think we just as people in entertainment and in life need to be inclusive⊠I donât know. I hope that wasnât too ramble-y. Okay bye bye!
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