My Cabinet of Curiosities

the more I rewatch the mummy (1999 & 2001 movies) the more solid good stuff I see and among that stuff is the way Ardeth isn't your typical spiritually powered character. yes he's a believer of an ancient religion with mighty gods and powerful spells that still affect this earth. yes he's a person of tradition and a part of an ancient secret society etc etc. yes he's a mighty warrior. but he's mighty not because he's of that religion and spirituality. they coulda given him some supernatural kung pow like fighting style or make him deflect bullets and blades with a sword or the power of thought. they didn't have to make him realistic. the movie's goal isn't to be realistic. it's a story about a mummy coming alive and you can light a match on a guy's beard in it as long as the guy is hot enough, but still you have bits of brilliancy and accuracy and relatability in the whole mash. he is as realistic as the movie lets him be. his favourite weapon? a tommy gun. because that and your faith can get you much further than just your faith. it's funny and it's perfect and it's very refreshing

but did victor frankenstein actually have a phd

no one’s answered my question

i am never going to let the world forget that victor frankenstein spent 90% of the novel moping instead of doing literally anything else. actual quote from emo kid victor frankenstein “my only solace was silence - deep, dark, deathlike silence” like HOW EXTRA

You’d almost think Mary Shelly was taking inspiration from someone she knew….

Leave Lord Byron alone

Lord Byron deserves what he gets and he knows it

This is the kind of discourse our world needs

Like imagine if someone brought you something weird but understandable contained in a material that they said was made out of wood and you could tell that it’s clearly made out of wood they’re not lying about that but it was also completely transparent and see through with no visible flaws. That’s about the level of weird we’re talking about here.

What the fuck I feel like a medieval peasant seeing an iPhone

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This is what I said! A revolution needs to save everyone or we save no one. Lives aren’t expendable.

why go to the grocery store or to a restaurant when you can just get food delivered why go to the mall when you can get same day shipping on amazon why go to the library when you have kindle why make art when there’s ai why go to the cinema when you can stay at home and watch netflix. we are in a loneliness epidemic btw

the loneliness epidemic was invented by BIG SHIT to sell you more SHIT

kitten fever is worse than baby fever because a kitten is way easier to obtain than a baby so it's more dangerous

i think when actors need to leave a show for whatever reason but the character is important and doesnt need to be written off / writing them off would make the story worse i think they should just hire a new actor for the character but, and this is the crucial bit, hire a similar-looking actor of a different gender. Yeppp they look different bc they transitioned between seasons. Obviously

I hate you Ozempic craze I hate you 'heroin chic' I hate you weight loss ads on public radio I hate Burn Fat Fast ads every thirty seconds I hate you I hate you I hate you

I grew up before the term 'thigh gap' was invented I grew up before 'hip dip' was invented I was born before 'muffin top' was a thing before 'clean girl look' was a thing before 'glass skin' was a thing before razoring off peach fuzz was a thing and I'm so so so fucking tired of us inventing new concepts purely for the purpose of convincing people to hate their own bodies enough to buy products

“If you deny any affinity with another person or kind of person, if you declare it to be wholly different from yourself—as men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation—you may hate it, or deify it, but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality, and its human reality. You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.” Ursula K. Le Guin "American SF and The Other" in Science-Fiction Studies 7, 1975.