Talking in the Sleep

He is played obviously camp and dramatic, for a start, and there is the aforementioned "hate your hair/not likely/yikes yikes yikes/let me guess you have a great personality" summary dismissal of all his potential brides. Then he spends dinner asking Yzma about Kronk ("so he seems nice? He's what, in his late twenties?") and otherwise being slightly obsessed with him.

Then there is the whole Adventure of Doom with Pacha, him being ever huffy about the Kiss of Life, and then the restaurant gag where Kuzco takes to playing Pacha's fake wife and dressing up in ladies' clothing with great gusto (reinforced by the waitress' "bless you for coming out in public" remark when Pacha says they're on their honeymoon). Then when he is finally de-llamafied, we don't see him paired off with the obligatory girl from the lineup earlier, as might otherwise be expected in a Disney movie. Instead he is still single, but goes to found family it up with Pacha, Chica, Kronk, etc, which dare we remark is a very queer trope.

In short, I have no idea how a Disney movie with no white people (all the characters are Indigenous/people of color), a gay king, cross-dressing jokes, and the most offbeat plot of all time actually ever got made (can you imagine the Family Friendly Mouse doing that today? Let us also talk about Kronk because he is a brilliant deconstruction of both toxic masculinity and the musclebound henchman stereotype.) Other than that this was the Chaos Hour of animated movies in the late 90s/early 2000s, and yes.

Please, read this article if you have some time. This story is wild, and involves directors being pitted against each other Bake-Off style and a shockingly intimate documentary created by the wife of Sting who, himself was heartbroken by the decimation of the songs he wrote for the film including cutting a fantastic Yzma villain song sung by Eartha Kitt that is SO DAMN GOOD but would not ever have fit the more nailed-down Yzma we would eventually come to know and love. It’s so catchy though, I’m doubling up on calls to action but please listen now:

My wife Brittany is sick. It took a long time to diagnose the cause of the massively enlarged lymph nodes in her neck. Doctor after doctor, biopsies, core samples, ultrasounds, endless tests, surgery. The fear and frustration we felt watching them grow without any answers was indescribable. Finally, Mayo Clinic experts identified something no one expected, and few have heard of: pseudomyogenic hemangioendothelioma with EGFL7-FOSB fusion. Cancer, an ultra-rare sarcoma. She is the third documented case with EGFL7-FOSB fusion, which is believed to make it more aggressive, and the first woman. She is 35.

PET scans revealed that the lymph nodes (a dozen of them, the larger ones golf-ball-sized, three removed so far) are metastatic. The origin point is in her head, dead center beneath her brain.

Mayo is going to operate in the next 4-6 weeks. The plan is to follow this with proton beam radiation, once a day, every weekday, for almost two months. We can go home on the weekends. We will need to stay in Rochester during the week. We can't stay at the Hope Lodge because we have a pet who needs twice-daily medication. Our beloved cat Fortune is already costing us a fortune in ongoing vet bills for feline triaditis, which couldn't be happening at a worse time. Mayo can get us a patient rate in a partner hotel, but it's going to be a significant cost, and a lot of time I won't be able to work. I'm hoping to apply for paid leave, but whatever happens, this is going to be expensive. This is absolutely dominating our lives.

Brittany is incredible. She is so smart, and so talented, and so good, and so young. She's an artist and a wonderful writer. She loves bubble tea and scary movies. She sings little songs to our cats. You can see her hair from a block away. I'll always remember the first time I did, from a bus, traveling across the country to visit her after falling in love with each other's blogs and then each other in 2012. I thought she was catfishing me at first. I thought she was too good to be true; too cool, too smart, too funny, far too beautiful. But she's real. She's the love of my life.

Brittany has been too sick to work for a long time. I work one full-time job as a home health PCA, and another in a facility (assisted living, memory care, and hospice). I'm grateful that the patient care skills I've learned are helping me take care of her.

We have already been through so much. We've both had to work hard for our life together, far away from other family, battling ongoing health problems. It's just us and the rescue pets (two cats and a chinchilla) in a little apartment, but we don't need much. We don't even have a car (on purpose). We just need to find a way to cover rent and expenses while Brittany recovers.

This cancer is too rare for any confident prognosis. I have to believe she'll recover.

shark x undersea cable engineer

ancient farming manual x first emperor of china

dalai lama x mount everest

mothman x baphomet

jesus x texas

king arthur x chavette polycule

poison dart frog x the sea slug that eats poison

sauron x aragorn

while sauron IS a necromancer, none of these ships are between blood relatives! it's rather more about a member of a legendary band of heroes turned divinely-empowered king and the relationship with the immortal, eternally resurrecting divine creation that commands the armies of several evil empires from behind the scenes to steal an divine eldritch artifact from them