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“I think women like to read about murderous mothers and lost little girls because it’s our only mainstream outlet to even begin discussing female violence on a personal level. Female violence is a specific brand of ferocity. It’s invasive. A girlfight is all teeth and hair, spit and nails — a much more fearsome thing to watch than two dudes clobbering each other. And the mental violence is positively gory. Women entwine. Some of the most disturbing, sick relationships I’ve witnessed are between long-time friends, and especially mothers and daughters. Innuendo, backspin, false encouragement, punishing withdrawal, sexual jealousy, garden-variety jealousy — watching women go to work on each other is a horrific bit of pageantry that can stretch on for years. Libraries are filled with stories on generations of brutal men, trapped in a cycle of aggression. I wanted to write about the violence of women. […] I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains…I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”

— Gillian Flynn, “I Was Not a Nice Little Girl”

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You may try for ever to learn how Hudson got his effects, and you will never know. He writes down his words as the good God makes the green grass to grow, and that is all you will ever find to say about it if you try for ever.

Joseph Conrad on W.H. Hudson

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Shetland (BBC Scotland) - Douglas Henshall as Jimmy Perez

Jimmy Perez saying “okay” keeps me up at night. The fact that it’s his catchphrase. That he even has a catchphrase. That it’s one of the most overused words in any language, and he uses it for one of the rarest things. For empathy.

It’s the way he answers when someone comes to him for help. When someone is desperate and needs him. And he has a thousand different ways of saying it, but it always means the same thing: I am here with you, in this. It’s not an “okay” of agreement. It doesn’t mean he goes along with whatever they ask of him. It means he accepts the reality of the situation – THEIR REALITY. He doesn’t agree or disagree. Doesn’t question it. He understands.

He knows suffering. He cannot know what it’s like for Thomas Malone to be suicidal and clinging to life. Or for Tosh to be struggling with trauma. But he knows his own pain, enough so that he can understand theirs. And when they turn to him, his initial reaction is always to acknowledge what they go through. Before any decision making or problem solving: “okay”. It’s such a small, meaningless word. Not when he says it, though. Jimmy Perez means it.

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- What is it Duncan, what it is that you want to know?

- …I just want to know you’re alright.

Duncan Hunter // Jimmy Perez, Shetland S3

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Sgt Troy’s Exam Results Finally Arrive | Inspector Barnaby’s Midsomer Mu…

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“I was rubbish at history. I mean, King James VI and King James I were the same person? That’s just confusing. Having said that, Rocky II and Rocky IV are the same film.”

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- A murder?! Thank goodness for that!…

Midsomer Murders  —  Detectives’ Introductions 12/∞

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Jamie Wyeth, Study for Ice Storm, Maine (1998)

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The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action, Audre Lorde

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- [panicky knocking] Sergeant Troy, Causton CID. May I have a word?

Midsomer Murders  —  Detectives’ Introductions 11/∞

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Ronnie O’Sullivan diary entries from his autobiography Running (2013)

“Wednesday 15th

Got up. Felt like the chimp was on me. Telling me I’m over playing, should be at home with the kids, should be training, running, obsessing about getting fat. Told him that I was not gonna discuss this now, I want to go and enjoy my breakfast. I then want to go and enjoy the snooker.

I went to snooker, and started off great. Not missing anything, my chimp was very quiet. I stayed in a great space. There were times when I played, or felt not quite comfortable on the shot, but I quickly put the chimp away, I gave it some logic and facts. Facts: that I have actually played lots of great shots. Not true that I’m no good. Logic told me that I should not beat myself up. Once I put that in place I really did shift and start to find momentum again.

Once I came home I did start to think about my shoulder, and my approach to the shot, and telling myself this good form can’t continue. I did put the chimp away and felt better, but he kept coming out. But it was okay, not that bad. I kept putting him away.

BELIEF: That I can’t play bad and win.

FACT: I have played bad and won three world titles.

BELIEF: Everyone is better than me.

FACT: M. Williams says I’m the best.

BELIEF: That I’m getting old and that my potting is not very good.

FACT: I have been potting long ones in certain games.

PERSPECTIVE: If I’m lying on my death bed what would I say to little Ronnie and Lily? ENJOY LIFE!!!

What would I prefer – to lose and enjoy or win and be unhappy?

LOSE AND ENJOY!

Thursday 7th

Got up, felt like the chimp was at me. Telling me you’re not consistent, that you’re gonna start mistiming balls. I let him have his say, and then said, right, now I’m gonna give you some logic. I’m enjoying the game and I want to play, I have been feeling really good about my game recently. I’m thinking a lot clearer, I’m with Steve now, I understand the chimp, and you’re telling me SHIT. I’m not going to panic, I’m one of the most successful players ever. No one thinks I’m bad because I play a bad shot or frame or match or even a bad year, so it’s all nonsense. I’m going to do my best, that’s what I’m telling myself. The chimp went quiet, my mind started to think very clearly.

Tuesday 24th

Woke up, chimp was there. Not as bad as morning before. He was saying, your right hand/arm will lose its accuracy.

Thursday 29th

Got up. Chimp was talking to me, saying my right arm is not going through the ball correctly, it’s mistiming, not solid, cutting across the ball, your right arm is not in sync with your body. The chimp would not go away. I could not get out of bed at the thought of it. I felt him have his say, then tried to give him some answers … I ended up going for a run. Chimp was telling me my stance and technique let me down, chimp was telling me after the game that if you play like that you won’t win a tournament. Forget it!! Felt quite panicky in the evening when I got home.

Keeping the diary made me feel better. It is really useful to look back at, too – if painful. It’s a reminder of just how possessed I can be by this self-destructive demon, and how pointless the quest for perfection is. [...] I know it must read like madness to most people, but this is what goes through my head, and has been doing for the past 20 years.”

- Ronnie O’Sullivan, Running (2013)

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Troy Icons--A Talent for Life

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To those of you recently joining Hardy Squad

may I just say a) welcome to victory, and b) might I recommend Locke to you

On offer in Locke is Tom Hardy in a cozy sweater & his nicest beard, serving up top-grade Resting Concerned Face while speaking in an accent that is PURPORTEDLY Welsh, no one believes this, but it’s as melodic as it is odd so like, call it Hardish and just enjoy. Honestly I watched it twice in two days and the second time was pretty much just as a lullaby.

Plot: Locke is the story of a man driving from Birmingham to London while his life crumbles one hands-free phone call at a time. Things that will not distract you from Tom Hardy in this movie:

- scene changes - other people on screen

because there aren’t any!

The film is tense & emotional, but strung together with that strange hypnotic calm that comes from driving alone at night with the lights of the road sliding over you. It’s an experiment in form as much as it’s an experiment in just how fucking interesting Hardy is on camera. You know how in Fury Road half his lines are just grunts and you’re like, “how is this mumbly dust block so compelling?” That’s the same sort of A-game he brings to shit like having the sniffles while trying to remotely explain where a folder is to a slightly drunk Andrew Scott.

Also, Bonus: you will not be able to help learning things about pouring concrete. You watch this movie and you are going to know what C6 is forever.

IN CONCLUSION, Locke is a literal Tom Hardy vehicle and genuinely good to boot. Worth A Watch.