#Cliff Fitch

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Five One Five’s Pups and Pops event

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[evilhorse]

The Rocketeer Movie cards 20: Instant Enemies

[jaydenknight]

I kinda have radiogame brain rot right now sooooo…how did Alastor and Fitch first get together officially? And does Alastor get along with Fitch’s family?

One day, if I ever have the motivation and dedication, I'll make a comic about their first "date" and eventual relationship. But for now, here's the cliff notes:

It began with Alastor regularly pursuing Fitch out of a growing interest in the man who both fights on an equal level as him despite not having the same amount of power and who is absolutely positively not afraid of him. Fitch finds him incredibly irritating both because of the invasion of personal space but also because he cannot kill this fucking demon no matter how hard he tries. However, Fitch begins to develop a growing interest as well, not exactly for the same reason as Alastor, but because Fitch leads a very isolated existence in Hell with Hatchet essentially being his only social connection. So in essence, Fitch likes the attention, but hates that it's a demon giving it to him, and is frustratingly a bit curious as to why a demon is so interested in him.

One day, Alastor proposed a deal to Fitch. Well, less of a deal and more of an invitation. Fitch spends one night with Alastor (not like that, get your head out of the gutter), in the hopes that perhaps the two can find an answer to their prolonged "interest" in each other, if they don't find an answer then Alastor will leave Fitch alone. Fitch agrees, confident that no answer will be found and he can finally be rid of Alastor. But one thing leads to another and the two kiss, solidifying that their interest was one of attraction. Alastor is satisfied with the result, but Fitch obviously is not, and regards the result of the night as unanswered out of denial, demanding that Alastor finally leaves him alone. And again obviously, Alastor does not leave him be. Alastor continues pursuing Fitch, and Fitch continues responding aggressively.

Again one day I'd like to make a lil mini series comic of their eventual relationship so I don't want to reveal too much 😅

As for how does Alastor get along with Fitch's family? Well...

He doesn't 🤣

Marx is just as terrified of Alastor as he is of Fitch and I hc that Alastor is a bit terrified of Hatchet because of how dog-like he acts. Malcom is not in Hell, but I'd imagine his personality would annoy Alastor easily.

[dertaglichedan]

The mid-2010′s saw an uptick in U.S. college closures, particularly among private nonprofit schools. This trend has affected tens of thousands of college students across the country.

Since 2016, 91 U.S. private colleges have closed, merged with another school, or announced plans to close, according to a CNBC analysis of data from Higher Ed Dive. Almost half of those schools closed after the onset of the Covid pandemic in 2020. For many struggling schools the pandemic was the final straw — but two major themes showed up consistently throughout the closures: finances and enrollment.

“There are two significant issues affecting higher education right now, specifically, through the admission and enrollment offices,” said Robert Franek, editor-in-chief of The Princeton Review. “Number one, it is the admission cliff, and that is the impending decline [in the number of prospective students]. We’ll be graduating our lowest high school classes by population in 2025. And most enrollment professionals have been wringing their hands about this date of 2025, but many schools have seen those enrollment declines already.”

About 95% of U.S. colleges rely on tuition, according to Franek, meaning they rely on money from students to operate. Dwindling enrollment numbers mean less money, fewer student offerings and eventually a shuttered institution.

“It’s a reflection of, I think, an unsustainable operating platform, meaning a heavy reliance on tuition, which can’t always keep up with inflation [or] with erosion in enrollment,” said Fitch Ratings Senior Director Emily Wadhwani. Colleges “can’t keep hiking tuition sticker price in the hopes that the net residual once you account for scholarship and discounting and the like is going to be enough to offset your growing expense base.”

[howlingmoonradio]

February 9th Playlist

Picked up the fab compilation pictured above on a recommendation from our friends at Uncut Magazine, and with it being Black History Month, it made perfect sense to feature tracks from it on tonight’s episode. A couple, four, tracks come from one of the annual music issues that the Oxford American magazine curates, often featuring artists from a particular state, in this case Alabama. A pretty strong episode if we’re tooting our own horn, but you of course are the judge...

Side A Howling at the Moon-Hank Williams Cold, Cold Heart-Dinah Washington Come on Home-Jackie Edwards Get a Good Thing Going-Soul Brothers Waterfall-Jimmy Cliff Nothing But a Heartache-Flirtations Twine Time-Alvin Cash & the Crawlers Get on the Right Track-Mary Gresham Serving a Sentence of Life-Carl Douglas But it’s Alright-J.J. Jackson

Side B Stoned Out of It-John Fitch Pretty Soon-Black Haze Express Man Without a Face-the Chants Moving Away-Kenny Lynch Only a Fool-Clyde McPhatter Swing a Ling Pt. 1-Ernest Ranglin & G.B. Picture Me Gone-Madeline Bell That Man-The Reaction I’m Living Good-McFarthing Kissoon I Don’t Want-Errol Dixon The World Don’t Owe You Nothing-Sam Dees

[luxe-pauvre]

My mother once wrote a poem about rivers. They were women, she wrote. Starting out small girls, tiny streams decorated with wild flowers. Then they were torrents, gouging paths through sheer granite, flinging themselves off cliffs, fearless and irresistible. Later, they grew fat and serviceable, broad slow curves carrying commerce and sewage, but in their unconscious depths catfish gorged, grew the size of barges, and in the hundred-year storms, they rose up, forgetting the promises they made, the wedding vows, and drowned everything for miles around. Finally, they gave out, birth-emptied, malarial, into a fan of swamp that met the sea. But this river was none of these things. It flowed serene and ignored [...] This river was a girl like me.

Janet Fitch, White Oleander

[earthanthem]

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White Cliffs of Dover, England by Christopher Hope-Fitch on Getty Images

[smelldictionary]

Le Point G - Veronique Gabai

Notes from description:

Pink pepper, Rose, Iris, Vanilla, White musks, Leather, Cedar wood.

My review:

At first the musk note shines through VERY strongly on me (to the point that it brought up forbidden memories of the mall and the noxious and impassible mirage that always surrounded the Gilly Hicks store). This mellows out very quickly into a slightly masculine leather (the masculinity is helped by the musk without a doubt). This leather is a domestic leather, much more "interior of vintage Jaguar" or "cartier watch band" than "cowboy in saddle" or "MotoGP". There's nothing sporty or rugged to this leather. It's how I imagine that secret room in the Hermes store where they give you a Birken in some ritualistic blood sacrifice smells.

This leather lingers for a while longer before blending into a nonspecific floral top note. This is what I would imagine someone who had never been outside would come up with if asked to create the smell of a rose from description alone. It's not artificial or cloyingly chemically but it sure as fuck doesn't smell like any flower I know.

It sort of rests here for a while, in this unidentifiable flower garden, wafting in and out, feeling more stuck than resting.

The final iteration takes on a subtle spice, a vanilla, and the musk comes back but creamy now, sweetly, like an Abercrombie and Fitch store that has grown up, earned an MBA and started wearing independent French leathergoods as a show of individuality.

There's something very subtly like sex in this too. It's not called the "G Spot" for nothing. If you are a pussy conniseur you'll know what I'm talking about. If you are not a pussy conniseur you will suddenly become one after smelling this scent. (Smell of make you want to eat pussy).

Definitely not to my liking at first but its growing on me (pre-cancerous moles and parasites also grow on people... is this like that? I haven't decided yet) regardless I can not stop smelling it. I'm like a horse licking a salt deposit on a cliff face, a cat drinking antifreeze from a puddle in the driveway, a child eating wasabi over and over and over again and crying everyvtime. I'm being obsessive, in short.

Would never buy the full size and nor would I describe it as being "me" in any truthful way but it's certainly an ~Experience~ and one that im planning on enjoying thoroughly until this vial runs out.

Rating: "Makes no sense, compells me though"

[torque-witch]

Witchy/Pagan Book List 2020

These are personal collection books and will be updated as necessary

* Please note I’m not finished reading all of these, but intend on doing reviews in the future. Not all listed are pictured

Updated - 1/29/2020

Left -> Right

Norse Paganism / Polytheism / Magic

Rites of Odin - Ed Fitch

The Study Havamal - Carrie Overton

The Nordic Baking Book (devotional purposes) - Magnus Nilsson

Icelandic Magic - Stephen Flowers

Slavic Witchcraft - Natasha Helvin

General Mythology | Anthology

The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology - Arthur Cotterell and Rachel Storm

The Kalevala (Finnish epic derived from oral tradition)

Traditional Witchcraft

Folk Witchcraft - Roger J Horne

The Devil’s Dozen - Gemma Gary

Silent as the Trees - Gemma Gary

The Black Toad - Gemma Gary

Traditional Witchcraft and Cornish Book of Ways - Gemma Gary

Besom, Stang and Sword - Christopher Orapello and

Tara-Love Maguire

The Grand Grimoire | The Red Dragon (1750)

The Crooked Path - Kelden

Southern Cunning - Aaron Oberon

Green Witchcraft | Herbs | Nature | Spells

The Wildwood Way - Cliff Seruntine

Grovedaughter Witchery - @breelandwalker

Pastel Spells - @orriculum

The Witching Herbs - Harold Roth

Pocket Guide to Familiar North American Species (Mushrooms) - Kavanaugh and Leung

The House Witch - Arin Murphy-Hisock

Wicca | Sabbats

Wicca for Beginners - Thea Sabin

Seasons of the Witch - Gail Duff

Death | Death Witchcraft

Making Friends with Death - Laura Pritchett

Tarot | Divination

Modern Tarot - Michelle Tea (very good companion to any deck!)

LGBTQA+ Magic

Queer Ultraviolence - (collection of essays)

Becoming Dangerous - (collection of essays)

[dramyhsturgis]

Halloween 2020, Day 11

(Photo by Yours Truly. Skulls from Toscano.)

Today I bring you several recent articles that are perfect for getting into the Halloween spirit. 

1. From Danielle Trussoni for The New York Times: “Grisly Slabs of Gothic Horror.” 

2. From Marc E. Fitch for CrimeReads: “Literature Is Built on a Foundation of Horror.”  

3. From Dr. Sam Hirst for Tor.com: “More Thrilling than Fiction: The Real Life Heroines of the Early Gothic.”

One of the heroines mentioned in the article above is Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800). Here is an excerpt from her poem “The Haunted Beach” from Lyrical Tales (1800):

And often, while the moaning wind   Stole o'er the summer ocean, The moonlight scene was all serene,   The waters scarce in motion; Then, while the smoothly slanting sand   The tall cliff wrapp'd in shade, The fisherman beheld a band Of spectres gliding hand in hand–   Where the green billows play'd.

And pale their faces were as snow,   And sullenly they wander'd; And to the skies with hollow eyes   They look'd as though they ponder'd. And sometimes, from their hammock shroud,   They dismal howlings made, And while the blast blew strong and loud, The clear moon mark'd the ghastly crowd,   Where the green billows play'd.

And then above the haunted hut   The curlews screaming hover'd; And the low door, with furious roar,   The frothy breakers cover'd. For in the fisherman's lone shed   A murder'd man was laid, With ten wide gashes in his head, And deep was made his sandy bed   Where the green billows play'd.

Read the complete poem here.

[mermaidenmystic]

                     “A glimmering figure sitting high on a cliff.”

from “The Moon Princess: A Fairy Tale” written by Edith Ogden Harrison ~ 1905 ~ illustrated by Lucy Fitch Perkins (American illustrator and author, 1865-1937)

[weirdletter]

Occult Detective Magazine #6, edited by Dave Brzeski, Cathaven Press, Fall 2019. Cover art by Roland Nikrandt, info: greydogtales.com.

Out of the ashes of Occult Detective Quarterly rises Occult Detective Magazine! Enter the world of the occult detective and the psychic investigator, men and women who risk their lives facing strange and supernatural phenomena. Apart from the title change, it’s the same blend of dark and imaginative fiction, articles, reviews, and great art as before. Authors this issue include: Melanie Atherton Allen, Alexis Ames, Bryce Beattie, Cliff Biggers, Sam L. Edwards, John Paul Fitch, Kelly M. Hudson, Ian Hunter, James A. Moore & Charles R. Rutledge, Tade Thompson, I.A. Watson, Matt Willis. Non-fiction and big review section by Dave Brzeski, Sam L Edwards, Michael Kellar, Julia Morgan, Craig Stanton, including an interview with Jonathan Raab. Plus artwork by Autumn Barlow, Mutartis Boswell, Jason Eckhardt, Dave Felton, Bob Freeman, Roland Nikrandt, Russell Smeaton.

Contents: Editorial by Dave Brzeski In Memoriam: Sam Gafford (1962 — 2019)     Fiction “The Rending Veil” by Melanie Atherton Allen Komolafe by Tade Thompson “The Way of All Flesh” by Matthew Willis “Blindsider” by Cliff Biggers “Vinnie de Soth and the Phantom Skeptic” by I.A. Watson “The Empanatrix of Room 223” by Kelly M Hudson “The Unsummoning of Urb Tc’Leth” by Bryce Beattie “In Perpetuity” by Alexis Ames “The Way Things Were” by Sam L Edwards “Angelus” by John Paul Fitch “The Last Performance of Victoria Mirabelli” by Ian Hunter “Occult Legion: He is the Gate” by Charles R Rutledge & James A Moore     Non-Fiction Kotto’s Creepies: An Interview with Jonathan Raab, by S.L. Edwards Nury Vittachi’s The Feng Shui Detective and the Singapore Union of Industrial Mystics, by Craig Stanton COLD CASES: Supernatural Sleuths: Stories of Occult Investigators, edited by Peter Haining, by Michael Kellar Reviews Describin’ the Scribes

[atlanticcanada]

Two 60-bed nursing homes to be built in New Brunswick by 2024

Two nursing homes are set to be built in New Brunswick by 2024, one in Fredericton and one in Moncton, adding 120 beds to province’s long-term care system.

The minster of social development, Bruce Fitch, said the new homes are part of the province’s five-year nursing home plan that aims to add 600 nursing home beds to the province.

“New Brunswick has a rapidly aging population with a higher than average percentage of adults aged 65 and older. And those entering nursing homes today have greater needs than those in the past,” said Fitch.

“Our government recognizes that, while many seniors will be able to age at home, others will need to be cared for at a nursing home. They must receive the highest quality of care and continue to maintain their quality of life.”

The two new nursing homes will be built by Shannex, which already operates facilities in New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and Ontario.

The homes will be built with an innovative design that keeps the possibility of a pandemic in mind, said Jason Shannon, president and COO of Shannex.

“Washrooms, 100 per cent private rooms, small household designs where residents receive their services from a consistent dedicated team member, high-quality air handling systems, lots of outdoor spaces and they will also be delivered quickly,” said Shannon.

“These new homes will be built with the resident at the forefront of every detail, with thoughtful innovative safe features specifically designed for the needs of seniors in the future.”

The Fredericton home will be built on Cliffe Street, next to Shannex’s Neill Hall. The new home in Moncton will be built behind the Northwest Plaza, between Worthington Avenue and Mountain Road.

The Moncton home is expected to open by November 2023 and the Fredericton home is expected to open by April 2024, the province said in a news release.

“We are confident these new homes will be places where they will continue to live well with support from our dedicated team members. We know we hold the trust of New Brunswickers in our work and we take that seriously,” said Shannon in a news release from the province.

There are currently 71 licensed nursing homes across New Brunswick that provide 4,953 beds. The government plans to increase this to 80 licensed nursing homes in the coming years.

Minister Fitch said government also plans to increase the hours of care in nursing homes to 3.3 hours per resident in April this year.

The initiative represents an increase of $15 million to the provincial annual budget for nursing home services, said Fitch.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/BodPVQL

[cannedpoo]

In the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth—so! Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a small ‘Stute Fish, and he swam a little behind the Whale’s right ear, so as to be out of harm’s way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said, ‘I’m hungry.’ And the small ‘Stute Fish said in a small ‘stute voice, ‘Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man?’

‘No,’ said the Whale. ‘What is it like?’

‘Nice,’ said the small ‘Stute Fish. ‘Nice but nubbly.’

‘Then fetch me some,’ said the Whale, and he made the sea froth up with his tail.

‘One at a time is enough,’ said the ‘Stute Fish. ‘If you swim to latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty West (that is magic), you will find, sitting on a raft, in the middle of the sea, with nothing on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders (you must not forget the suspenders, Best Beloved), and a jack- knife, one ship-wrecked Mariner, who, it is only fair to tell you, is a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity.’

So the Whale swam and swam to latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty West, as fast as he could swim, and on a raft, in the middle of the sea, with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders (you must particularly remember the suspenders, Best Beloved), and a jack-knife, he found one single, solitary shipwrecked Mariner, trailing his toes in the water. (He had his mummy’s leave to paddle, or else he would never have done it, because he was a man of infinite- resource-and-sagacity.)

Then the Whale opened his mouth back and back and back till it nearly touched his tail, and he swallowed the shipwrecked Mariner, and the raft he was sitting on, and his blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders (which you must not forget), and the jack-knife—He swallowed them all down into his warm, dark, inside cup-boards, and then he smacked his lips—so, and turned round three times on his tail.

But as soon as the Mariner, who was a man of infinite-resource- and-sagacity, found himself truly inside the Whale’s warm, dark, inside cup-boards, he stumped and he jumped and he thumped and he bumped, and he pranced and he danced, and he banged and he clanged, and he hit and he bit, and he leaped and he creeped, and he prowled and he howled, and he hopped and he dropped, and he cried and he sighed, and he crawled and he bawled, and he stepped and he lepped, and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn’t, and the Whale felt most unhappy indeed. (Have you forgotten the suspenders?)

So he said to the ‘Stute Fish, ‘This man is very nubbly, and besides he is making me hiccough. What shall I do?’

‘Tell him to come out,’ said the ‘Stute Fish.

So the Whale called down his own throat to the shipwrecked Mariner, ‘Come out and behave yourself. I’ve got the hiccoughs.’

‘Nay, nay!’ said the Mariner. ‘Not so, but far otherwise. Take me to my natal-shore and the white-cliffs-of-Albion, and I’ll think about it.’ And he began to dance more than ever.

‘You had better take him home,’ said the ‘Stute Fish to the Whale. ‘I ought to have warned you that he is a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity.’

So the Whale swam and swam and swam, with both flippers and his tail, as hard as he could for the hiccoughs; and at last he saw the Mariner’s natal-shore and the white-cliffs-of-Albion, and he rushed half-way up the beach, and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide, and said, ‘Change here for Winchester, Ashuelot, Nashua, Keene, and stations on the Fitchburg Road;’ and just as he said ‘Fitch’ the Mariner walked out of his mouth. But while the Whale had been swimming, the Mariner, who was indeed a person of infinite-resource-and-sagacity, had taken his jack-knife and cut up the raft into a little square grating all running criss- cross, and he had tied it firm with his suspenders (now , you know why you were not to forget the suspenders!), and he dragged that grating good and tight into the Whale’s throat, and there it stuck! Then he recited the following Sloka , which, as you have not heard it, I will now proceed to relate—

By means of a grating I have stopped your ating. For the Mariner he was also an Hi-ber-ni-an. And he stepped out on the shingle, and went home to his mother, who had given him leave to trail his toes in the water; and he married and lived happily ever afterward. So did the Whale. But from that day on, the grating in his throat, which he could neither cough up nor swallow down, prevented him eating anything except very, very small fish; and that is the reason why whales nowadays never eat men or boys or little girls.

The small ‘Stute Fish went and hid himself in the mud under the Door-sills of the Equator. He was afraid that the Whale might be angry with him.

The Sailor took the jack-knife home. He was wearing the blue canvas breeches when he walked out on the shingle. The suspenders were left behind, you see, to tie the grating with; and that is the end of that tale.

https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/audio/mp3/just-so-stories-007-how-the-whale-got-his-throat.1300.mp3

[djgeekdout]

Space Trash from Alex Ptak on Vimeo.

Three rapscallions living on a corporate mars colony decide to rob their town's 3D printing factory for stamps. Will rapscallion antics ensue? Yes.

---------------------------------------- CREDITS

Mail Fraud Mary — Tara Jean O’Brien Hot Ronda — Sallie Smith-Fitch Ernest —Brandon Scott Wolf Diane — Idil Mohammad Brey Mrs. Ramirez — Rhonda Hamberger Mr. Ramirez —James Austin Johnson Lab Worker 1 — Chris Ptak Lab Worker 2 — Alex Ptak

Writer — Alex Ptak Director — Alex Ptak Director of Photography — Doug Porter Producers — Columbia Tatone, Doug Porter, Alex Ptak Executive Producers — Tom Ptak, Dennis Curran, Prop Master — Vinny Zazzero 1st AC - Matt Tompkins Key Grip — Mike Meyerson Gaffer — Patrick Walter Swing — Marizo Siller Sound —Jack Goodman Production Design — Alyssa Kaufman PAs — Chris Ptak, Mike Quinlan Merch Art Design — Danny Felts Editor — Danny Felts After Effects —Danny Vega Audio Mastering and Design — David Porter Color Correction — Doug Porter

Extra Special Thanks To: Dave Bergmann, Forrest Viola, Lauren Wells, Darren Caulley, Arman Mohazzabfar, Jeremy Hammond, Ben Wasserman

Kickstarter Backers: Vicky and Jeff Kaufman, Paul McPartland, Marjorie Curran and Paul McArdle, Meg and Mike McGlin, Brendan Curran, John and Jen Curran, Kevin and Mary Lou Quinlan, Nancy and Cliff Berger, John Bulian, Mindy Sherman, Eric Blattberg, Rosemary Cooke, Katie Rose Leon, Mike Quinlan, Austen Taylor, Thomas Constantine Moore, Andrew Tavin, John Bilancini, Ryan Stanisz, Deidre Smith, Matt Hoffman, Michael Selden, Greg Warner, Defne Gencler, Jeremy Kaplowitz, Kevin Stedtfeld, Francisco Gil-Culpello, Stephen Rubino, Nancy and Stan Curran

[13thhr]

[👾🎤📖]🎸🏹🤸🏼‍♂️🌈This wk, on the show, DnD alignments of The Rocketeer characters: 1.) Lawful Good – agent Fitch, a FBI agent working to recover the stolen rocketpack; though he an the other G-men were antagonists to Cliff in the film, he was essentially stealing / borrowing someone else’s property so ... 2.) Lawful Neutral – like the G-men, the German stormtroopers were also just doing a job.  The aircrew of the German zeppelin could also fit this alignment. 3.) Lawful Evil - Eddie Valentine, the crime boss in the film tasked with the “snatch ‘n grab” job of retrieving the rocketpack for actor Neville Sinclair fits this alignment. 4.) Neutral Good – Jenny Blake can take care of herself, though doing so may put her at odds with the establishment and/or convention. 5.) True Neutral – Howard Hughes, the Cirrus X-3’s creator, marches to the beat of his own drummer but is beholden to no one but himself, as he has the funds, skills, and resources to be able to cooperate when he wants, 6.) Neutral Evil - Lothar in the film, Neville Sinclair’s giant of a henchman, while just doing a job, seems to have some sadistic methods (breaking people in half, twisting them into pretzels). 7.) Chaotic Good – Cliff, is an inherently good-hearted person who sometimes gets in trouble inadvertently or bumbles his way through things.  He is more hot headed in the comic book, but even there, spends much of the film evading the law.  But - you get the sense that while he might not naturally be the kind of person who deliberately chooses to be the hero, he doesn’t hesitate to put himself in the line of fire to help other people if the situation calls for it. 8.) Chaotic Neutral - in the comic book, Lothar is somewhat tragic figure.  While he serves as a villain, he is doing so out of revenge and his own independent, free will, even if misguided. 9.) Chaotic Evil – I debated giving Neville Sinclair this alignment but his actions in the latter part of the movie show his truer, unpredictable colors, suddenly on people he formally allied with.  Not to mention he drugs Jenny and tries to take advantage of her, making him one of *those* Hollywood guys. Definitely evil!! https://www.instagram.com/p/CAIbPoRFHHL/?igshid=38jv2ltbefcz