#poorly

Andrea Stella, MotorsportIT

I will say, a team principal coming out and saying one of his drivers has been faster than the other when that other driver hasn’t even had a clean, comparable competitive session because his car can’t function like an F1 car is...definitely a choice.

Blame Lando’s issues on McLaren incompetence, bad luck, Mercedes, the alignment of the stars, pick your poison. But if you genuinely think this team’s management gives a flying fuck about him, at this point?

«Maybe you still think of us

Phone buzz, and still I jump

Why don't I say then?

I want you all the time»

Scene redraw of @/crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington Pork Soda animation

(Original images below cut)

I'm terrible at self-promotion so this is me going out of my comfort zone to share my amateurish attempt at turning Terrore nello spazio (1965), an Italian science fiction movie that would later inspire Alien (1979) into opera da camera in un atto, a chamber opera in one act.

My Italian is embarrassingly bad, my knowledge of music composition untrained and inept at best --- this is, if I am being generous, a rough draft, but one that I've taken as far as I can (yes, that is my sale's pitch) and regardless of all that it still brought me great joy to make ... and who knows? You might find it an interesting read as well.

So I am offering a free way of exploring this project; simply reading it on Internet archive:

Because most folks have never heard this obscure movie, here it is dubbed in English, Planet of the Vampires ... which is an odd choice of title since there are zero vampires in the movie, let alone a planet's worth. Reanimated, rotting corpses controlled by a sinister alien intelligence? O sure, but apparently the distributors worried that American audiences wouldn't know what a zombie was. Cheers!

Guys I genuinely am writing two perspectives of the same fic rn to see which one wins the right to be the first chapter of this fic SOMEONE SEDATE ME!! But also….AHEM