I had been a spectacularly good kid in high school, and one day my senior year I got to school and sort of realized that I just didn't want to go, so I didn't. I walked around the city by myself all day instead. I didn't actually do anything dirtbaggy, just kind of wandered around for like eight hours before going home. The next day I discovered that after three years of my near-perfect behavior and a desperately adult-pleasing affect, nobody in the attendence office cared whether I had a note or not. I started doing this on the regular (in my mind it was constantly, but probably it was once or twice a month maybe), usually going nowhere and doing nothing but avoiding school and other humans. I definitely went to the art museum at least once and the downtown library several times.
When I confided to one of my friends that I was doing this, he wanted to do it too, but he was even goody-goodier than I was and insisted we call into the attendence office at the beginning of the day pretending to be each others fathers and excusing our absences. Then we went and flew kites on a golf course. There are no words to describe how non-dirtbaggy this is.
OH MY GOD BREAKFAST POOPING DAD IN DEAR PRUDENCE OH MY GOOOOODDDDDD
(real talk: I was once living in a one-bathroom apartment with a girlfriend that I was in the process of breaking up with and her mother was visiting and while I was in the shower said mom had one of those I have to poop NOW NO WAITING moments that humans have sometimes, but we were both INCREDIBLY APOLOGETIC to each other while it was happening and immediately after and then never spoke of it again, so there's room to make this less nightmarish, is what I'm saying)
Ha, that blows my mind that Twin Human Highway Flares is written for his wife, because I always think of it as about not being able to enjoy the moment you're in love with someone because you're already dreading the moment it'll be over. "on the day that i become so forgetful that all of this melts away/ i will burn all the calanders that counted the years down to such a worthless day."
I'm pretty sure that the "follow up on 911 hangups because they might be cases where a domestic abuser is forcing an absusee to hang up the phone" is a real policy that anti-DV advocates are in favor of, actually. I seem to remember hearing something about this elsewhere. The problem is that the cops can just say "Oh, we got a 911 hangup call here, mind if we came in?" It seems to me that this kind of abuse should be possible to stamp out, because if they got enough information from a 911 hangup to track it back to its source address, that information should be logged somewhere.
police officers lied about non-existent 911 calls to try to convince residents to allow them to search their homes, a tactic several lawyers say is illegal
TEACH THE CONTROVERSY, NEED TO HEAR FROM BOTH SIDES, ETC.
IS THERE ANYTHING SPECIFICALLY BRITISH ABOUT WORLD WAR I OH MY GOD
I would totally see Medea starring Marina Sirtis, for real
THE APARTMENT IS LITERALLY THE BEST EVERYONE SHOULD DEDICATE THEMSELVES TO THE APARTMENT THIS WEEKEND TV-WATCHING-WISE
Clever to have the stoats to block his hands, A+++ use of your own technical limitations for artistic effect
I think it's because she's been such a model inmate for all the time she's there. I find it interesting how little the prisoners seem to discuss their criminal histories and backstories, and certainly the staff doesn't seem acquainted with them at all. I assumed that whoever made the decision to put her in charge of the van didn't check up or didn't care.
I thought her flashback was pretty masterfully set up, actually; the set up at the beginning where she was doing some minor-league credit card fraud, and we thought, "Oh, yeah, that seems about right." But then. Hoo boy.