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It is always morally correct to dead name Sears Tower

You can take "Mile High Stadium" from my cold dead hands

i kinda feel bad for oedipus b/c everyone assumes he chose to fuck his mom when in fact he went out of his way to avoid it. he left his hometown and distanced himself from his parents because he was afraid he would somehow get tricked into fucking his mom. everything could have been avoided if his adopted parents told him he was adopted.

someone: oedipus was fucked up like who fucks their own mother??? fucking weirdo.

me: it’s not his fault! he didn’t know!

also the point of the myth is supposed to show how despite your best efforts no mortal can thwart fate but also? what the fuck? the whole thing was an oracle telling laius that his son was going to murder him and fuck his wife. that shit came out of nowhere. he didn’t offend the gods or anything. they just decided for no reason other than the world is fucked up sometimes.

i have been informed that oedipus’ dad, laius, did in fact bring a curse upon himself for kidnapping and raping king pelop’s son chrysippus.

i stand by my stance that it’s still ridiculous to punish oedipus and jocasta for laius’s crimes. also why would the godss curse oedipus for fucking his mom when they tricked him into doing it in the first place? fucked up.

You’re assuming the gods are ruled by logic and not by zeus nudging poseidon and saying “hey you know what would be so fucking funny”

This is so accurate

did u guys ever watch the BBC drama “Atlantis” where the main character is a modern guy who accidentally travels back in time to Ancient Greece

and tbh it’s full of him having moments where he realises this is a myth

like this woman comes to him and asks for help because her husband is trying to kill her baby so he helps her smuggle the baby out of the city to be taken in by another family and the other family ask the baby’s name and she says “Oedipus” and the guy is like

oh fuck

and then he meets a girl called Medusa and the whole time is just like shit shit shit then she goes missing and they track her to a cave and he is like “guys this is gonna sound weird but does anyone have a mirror”

BEST MOMENT  is he meets a guy who says “Hi I’m Pythagoras” and he blurts out “THE TRIANGLE GUY” and Pythagoras is just HEART EYES like “YES I LOVE TRIANGLES HOW DID YOU KNOW”

In conclusion: Oedipus’ story is complex.

amy is a commentary on the nature of being a companion in many ways but "functionally an orphan, parents mysteriously never mentioned, raised by aunt" is a very specific thing to reference. anyway, over in classic who,

how did I never realize this

hope you don't mind if i add on, because oh boy do i have more to say. i just rewatched the pandorica opens/the big bang, and it's striking on reflection the extent to which amy functions as a classic who companion taken seriously. what i mean is this. look at dodo chaplet's introduction:

she's an orphan; she's looked after by her great-aunt, who seems to have no great affection for her; as such she has no real ties to the world around her, and is quite easy to simply bring along. and this is a pretty bog standard classic who introduction format! young girl/woman, no real ties to earth, and, especially in the hartnell era, no family. vicki, too, is explicitly an orphan abandoned on a planet, with no ties to dido and no reason to stay. the same goes to a lesser extent for other companions in classic who: no family, no one who cares about them, and as such, no reason to stay. and this resembles amy very, very closely! her experience practically matches dodo's - no parents, and a (great-)aunt who, frankly, probably wouldn't care if she didn't see amy again.

thanks, amy's aunt! you don't sound neglectful at all! but the thing is, in classic who, it's pretty common for little things like family to never be mentioned at all. we know vicki has parents, or we wouldn't know she was an orphan in the first place, but we don't know their names. we know ace has a mother - but we learn nothing of her father. (she's one of the few characters whose mother actually gets even the vaguest of biography.) frankly, we don't even know if half the companions in classic who have parents; that we meet nyssa's father onscreen at all is unusual. compare that to rose, whose mother we meet right off the bat, or martha, whose family drama is pretty clearly laid out for all to see in her first episode. this isn't, by the way, a criticism of classic who - it's just an example of the show functioning differently to the revival. classic companions don't need fleshed out backstories, because family drama doesn't and can't drive the plot in the same way it does in the revival.

anyway, this is where amy comes in. amy has a very classic who style family tree. who are her parents? we don't know! she doesn't have them. we never meet them in the eleventh hour, and we never learn their names.

and the show takes that completely seriously.

in the pandorica opens, we see the doctor not only notices amy's total lack of backstory, it actively troubles him. amy, like so many classic who companions, just has a blank slate for a past - and it's taken to its logical extreme, to the point that her parents, and then her boyfriend, were literally erased from time.

when amy says she doesn't have parents, it's not a euphemism for them being dead. she's dead serious: they literally don't exist.

series 5 asks: what if a classic who companion was a real person? what if a companion with no backstory functioned as a character with backstory? and then, of course, it answers those questions. amy's parents do exist, they do have names, and they're brought back. i think it's a fascinating way to approach a character.

amy is a metacommentary on the nature of doctor who companions in a lot of ways. she's a child of the wilderness years, literally. the doctor's disappearance and status as her raggedy man during her childhood, then his reappearance, are a metaphor for the revival of the show. she's a fairytale character. she and rory are, as with basically every young man/young woman human duo since ben and polly, a cracked mirror of ian and barbara's dynamic. and amy is the classic who companion ending... as a start for a character. what i mean by this is, a lot of classic who exits can be summarised as "female companion falls in love with a man and has to leave the tardis and get married". but for amy this is her starting point. she's not vicki or jo or leela leaving the tardis to settle down; she's already engaged, and roughly midway through her tenure she's married. amy's arc as a companion doesn't end with marrying and settling down; it falls right in the middle of her life. awesome.

anyway, i'd like to rudely interrupt an essay i can't find a conclusion to to add that, though dodo's introduction is most strikingly reminiscent of amy's, it was actually sarah i was thinking of when i hastily dashed off this post. functionally an orphan, lives alone with an emotionally distant aunt, seems to totally lack an actual past - ooh, yes, there are similarities. the reason i haven't mentioned sarah at all throughout this post is that her life outside of the doctor is so sparsely detailed that her being an orphan doesn't even come from the show, it comes from the eu, which doesn't really fit into an essay about the televised show.

amy, of course, isn't the only metacommentary on what it means to be a companion. clara has that in spades, too. but the extent to which amy's life tracks with the tropes of fairytales and how that maps onto being a companion fascinates me, and i just... really love amy. she's a fantastic, flawed character, and i haven't even touched on her experiences with mental illness and how they inform a lot of how she acts.

that was a lot of words. thanks for listening.

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I so desperately want to be able to convince Trump supporters with facts and logic and empathy, but it’s so important to remember that their ignorance is INTENTIONAL. my mom didn’t let us watch Sleeping Beauty growing up. I asked her why recently and she said, “it was evil.” when I pointed out other movies had similar themes and depictions of evil, and asked what the difference was, she couldn’t. I pressed one more time and she just said, “it felt evil to me. I didn’t like it”. same thing with dune 2: she said it was “dark”, and I was, “literally, like the movie’s lighting? Or the themes?” and she said “I don’t know” and didn’t want to talk about it more. many conservatives genuinely cannot tell the difference between “I don’t like it” and “this is evil” and they do not care to learn despite many chances

Spend my entire night on this 🤍 hope you’ll like it 🌟

No.

I LOVE IT.

If you'd redecorated that way, I'd love it!

20 years of New Who!

first day in the time loop it is not a loop yet. i go about my day and its a pretty good day and when i make my evening cup of tea i wish all days were like this

second day in the time loop and in the moment before waking i have a dream about something i have to do tomorrow. i do not realise i will never get to do it.

third day in the time loop i get hit with a wave of deja vu sitting in traffic. i am bored of the songs on the radio.

fourth day in the time loop i realise i am mouthing along to my lecturer even though i do not know anything about the sampling of early electronic music.

sixth day in the time loop my friend says hello to me and i say 'yes i know'. she looks at me funny and i apologise. she starts telling me about her girlfriend and i simply do not care. i feel mean for not caring. when i get home i accidentally walk into a doorframe which does not improve my mood. i realise i already have a bruise on my elbow.

seventh day in the time loop i realise there has been a cloud shaped like a weasel outside my bedroom window for the last week. i think 'what are the chances of that' and then i realise the chances are very very low.

eighth day in the time loop i skip everything i had planned to sit by the river and read. i know all about the sampling of early electronic music now and if i have to listen to the radio play summertime or my friend talk about her girlfriend and her stupid cat one more time i am going to scream.

ninth day in the time loop the irony of hearing summertime every day becomes apparent. i am trapped in an endless summer day. i remember the saying about not being able to stand in the same river twice so i make a point of standing in the same river for half an hour on the off chance i'm doing it at the same time as i dipped my feet in yesterday just so i could be the exception.

tenth day in the time loop it is very obvious that no one else know they are in a loop. i wonder if the whole world is looped and i'm just the only one who knows it or if i'm the only one who is looped and the world is seeing endless double exposures of me. i wonder which loop is the real one.

eleventh day in the time loop i wonder if i'm aging at all.

twelfth day in the time loop i start to think about video games. playing the same level over and over and over again. you die on the same point of the level every time but you re appear the start to have another go. i wonder what part of the day i am stuck on. which obstacle i have to beat to get to move on to tomorrow.

thirteenth day in the time loop i am remembering everything now. i do not think i did at the start but i can definitely remember what i had for breakfast yesterday morning because that was today. my friend calls me in the middle of the night asking why i wasn't at the lecture. i start telling her that i've already been to that lecture six times when it hits midnight and the loop resets.

fourteenth day in the time loop i drive as far away as possible to see if i still wake up in my bed when the loop resets. i get a cheese and pickle sandwich from a gas station but it sucks so i leave without paying. i do buy a packet of gum though. just not the sandwich. i wonder how food works in a time loop and suppose food consumed gets um-consumed. the radio stills play summertime and as i drive i think about the inherent time loop of a song. the exact same four and a half minutes over and over and over again. i wonder if we have a god complex about our favourite songs. i wonder if i am getting to wound up in the themes of the time loop and if there is an easier way to solve this than getting philosophical. it is a long car ride and i have a lot of time to think. but still only twenty four hours.

fifteenth day in the time loop i get up early wash my hair and sit outside on the porch. a woman walks past with her dog. they were not there on the fourteen day and i think this is a good sign.

sixteenth day in the time loop i open my diary and see that i have been writing on the same page over and over and over. i turn the page and write 'today is tomorrow' in big letters.

on the seventeenth day i the loop breaks. i still don't know what i did. i don't think it was the diary page because that reset but the world didn't. or i didn't. or something. i go to the scheduled lecture and i'm so relieved its not about early electronic samples i get lost in the lecturer's voice and forget to take notes. i order a piece of lemon cake from the cafe because they didn't have it yesterday but they do today. i hang out with my friend and she tells me about some endearing silly thing her girlfriend did and i laugh. it's a nice day. i find myself thinking 'i wish more days were like this' but i don't think i do, actually.

Official Time Loop Post

Just passing through. Helping out. Learning. I don't need an army; I never have, because I've got them. Always them. Because love is not an emotion. Love is a promise.

Some borrowed mannerisms from previous regenerations

Peter Capaldi