#Ham ball Lecter

[womp-goblin]

YES SWEETIE THE HANNIBAL FAIRY WILL VISIT YOU WHEN YOU SHED YOUR FIRST LIVER

[cowboyeulogy]

my friend and i are watching hannibal nbc together (her for the first time, me for the millionth) and we have come up with so many new names to refer to the show by that at this point when one of us is free to watch it we just send this picture

[willlemonheadsupremacy]

I am in a bar and I am on tumblr trying not to cry over ham ball lecter

[imsupposedtoloveu]

Crying bc I can’t find the “Ham Ball Lester” meme with the distorted pic of Hannibal Lecter, someone please find it and reply to this

[austinpanda]

Dad Letter 111818

18 November, 2018

Dear Dad--

I am settling into my new gallbladder-less life! Not much is different about this life than the old one. I still have a stab wound in my navel that’s still healing. The only thing that’s a little different from before is that if I eat too much fatty food, it tends to produce Nagasaki-level bowel movement excitement, but that’s not too big a deal. I can moderate my fat intake, and that’ll help alleviate the problem.

I’ve actually started to (gag, ack, retch) EXERCISE a little bit after work every day. I’m walking around our building before I leave to go home, essentially. It’s a huge building, so walking around it takes a good while. And I think there’s just a chance that it makes my depression less intrusive and helps me more optimistic. I could be wrong, but at the beginning of the week, I was still nervous as hell about moving out of state. By Wednesday, after I’d walked and gone home, I was feeling much less nervous, and even started to look forward to the possibilities. This may not be permanent, and may not have been a direct result of the (gag, barf) exercise, but in case it is, I’m going to continue the walking. I’ll do it all this coming week and observe my own emotional state throughout, see if the walking really does cheer up the ol’ brain.

In case it’s not obvious, I dislike the idea of exercise. Not because it’s physically strenous; I don’t mind exerting myself. And not because my feet give me near-constant pain, because sometimes it’s not that bad. Mostly because exercise is like taking a long trip on a plane. Yes, the results can be lovely, but the process itself is tedious as fuck. (“I’m going to walk around an insurance building! Rapture!”) Then again, lots of people listen to music while they do their walking or jogging. Perhaps I can take my little headphones along with me. I can listen to audiobooks. I can listen to Jack Reacher beating up a group of six bad guys all at once. Will advise.

Thanksgiving is coming up this Thursday. Did not expect it to happen quite so quickly! But we have a plan. I hope you two, too, have a plan for Thanksgiving dinner. Little something special to eat and some...I assume, Dallas Cowboys game? I’m going to make a glazed ham. Zach is going to make something we’ve both heard of, but never tasted: an apple brown betty. Just the name evokes a thousand calories per serving worth of warm holiday cheer, does it not? A brown betty, according to the internet, seems indistinguishable from a cobbler with a crumbly streusel top. That sounds like something I’d like. (Dutch apple pie is my fave.) And, of course, I’ll make balls. Sausage Bisquick balls. They’re amazeballs. It’s just a savory appetizer that’s little balls of bisquick, cheddar, and breakfast sausage, and lots of pepper. I make them once a year, on Thanksgiving. Oh, the jokes. "Those are some hot balls!" "Yes, pop my balls into your mouth for a savory treat," etc. etc.

I’ve been thinking of some of my favorite movie-going experiences, like your experience walking into the drive-in to see Apocalypse Now. A few of my favorites: When I went to see Die Hard for the first time. I walked to the local cinema from my dorm, had no idea what to expect, except that it looked like an action movie with Bruce Willis, and it just blew me away. I walked back to the dorm feeling SO DAMN PUMPED! I wanted to find a German terrorist and throw him off a skyscraper. When I first saw The Shawshank Redemption, I didn’t know what to expect, either. I didn’t know the story, didn’t know he was making a tunnel until the prison warden through a rock through his Racquel Welch poster. SO MUCH was conveyed with a simple sound effect. You expect the rock to hit the wall, with a ‘tick’ sound, and instead you hear *rip* (as it goes through the poster)  *tick tick ting! tick-tick bounce, ting! tick* (as it bounces down the tunnel & hits the occasional metal pipe). And just from those sounds, you suddenly know everything Andy has been doing for the past twenty years’ worth of story. It's one of the best "reveals" I've ever seen in film.

Another good movie watching experience was when I got to see The Silence of the Lambs on my own, then I got to take my best friend Jason to see it. That’s always fun, isn’t it? Showing a really, really good movie to someone who’s seeing it for the first time. I got to watch him go into shock when he realized the patient in the ambulance was actually Hannibal Lecter wearing the patient’s face! That was such a good, sick and twisted movie. I remember when you took me to my first viewing of Lethal Weapon. That was a classic too. Damn, I love movies.

More next week. Stay safe and warm.