#Peter Donnelly

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Photograph by Peter Donnelly, Birmingham 1962.

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Peter Donnelly

Birmingham

1962

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Peter Donnelly, Birmingham, 1962

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MONSIEUR MADELEINE

(restaged ver)

thank you nick cartell for posting SO much about this costume

[thena0315]

SVU's Prosecutors from the Last 25 Years

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Jason Manford: time to hear bring him home like you’ve never heard it before Les Mis fans:

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New Chapter of Overruled!

[meilas]

Socks' Ultimate Phantoms list

Phantoms

Franc D'Ambrosio - Yes. Brings all the sad noises and I am here for it. Nice voice. Excellent acting and facial expressions. Very expressive eyes. Is a cinnamon roll irl. Gary Mauer - Best voice ever. 10/10 would believe this man was an angel. Greg Mills - Looks like a cinnamon roll, will kill you. I never thought tongue action could be sexy but here we are. Ted Keegan - Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll. Surprisingly sexy. Killian Donnelly - Looks like a cinnamon roll. I can't explain why I like him, but I do. Christopher Carl - I've only heard audio of him but I like him based on how he sobbed on the golden angel. Jeremy Stolle - Nice voice. Acting is too subtle. Peter Karrie - I love how he takes certain notes up a step, just to show that he can. Slightly nasally, but tolerable. Davis Gaines - tbh all I remember really is him slowly rocking his hips while he was sprawled on the portcullis and I now judge all phantoms on a metric of how good their pants look. 9/10 his pants. Peter Joback - I absolutely hated him when he sang in English. I liked him a little better when he did the show in Swedish. James Hume - Unmemorable. Michael Nicholson - Excellent acting choices. Was thinking about him for two weeks after watching. I just really like the production in German, okay? Earl Carpenter - Better in his earlier runs. Good acting choices. Simon Pryce - Very deep voice. Stands nicely. Scott Davies - He looked like fun and I wanted to like him. Noped out of that one pretty quick. Too much vibrato. Anthony Crivello - From the Vegas boot! I actually don't remember too much about him. But I know I liked the boot! Ben Crawford - Tended to have really weird pronunciation toward the end of his run. He was decent when I saw him right after the Broadway reopening. The most remarkable thing he did was to belly slide all the way across the stage during STYDI. Other than that, I recall nothing specific. Thiago Arancam - Remarkable only in the fact that he is boring. Uwe Kroger - The boob-stroking guy. I remember nothing else. Cooper Grodin - Entertaining in the fact that his acting is so wooden. Nice voice when he's not doing blocking at the same time. Good pants. It helps that he never skips leg day. Laird Mackintosh - I think he was good? I honestly don't remember. Geronimo Rauch - I remember I liked him! Norm Lewis - Nice voice, a little boring. Sorry Norm. John Owen-Jones - Hands. Michael Crawford - Absolutely not. I do not understand what anyone sees in him. His voice sounds like it's about to snap any second, and he is very unsexy. David Shannon - Yes. Absolutely yes. Excellent acting choices and nice voice. Does sad very well. Deserved better. Saulo Vasconcelos - All I can recall is @wheel-of-fish spamming the chat with "hands" all night and that's all anyone really needs to know about his Phantom. Ethan Freeman - Looks like a goddamn stick insect during Final Lair and I am here for it. Looks like Tony Shaloub. Bronson Norris Murphy - Technically only was the Phantom in Love Never Dies. RIP. He deserved better. Anyway. His voice is a little deeper than Franc's or Gary's. I wish he had gotten a chance to play the Phantom in POTO proper. I am very curious as to how he would have played it. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a burnt cinnamon roll. Ramin Karimloo - He was my intro to POTO on stage. I liked his performance enough that I went looking for more clips of the musical, and found the Saturday Streams. Eiji Akutagawa - Ah yes. The self-groping Phantom. That's all I can remember about him. Josh Piterman - Does sad very well. Gerard Butler - My first-first Phantom. I still like him. There's something about his voice that I do actually like, and it annoys me very much when people go "he can't sing" yes he can, everyone has the ability to sing. Just shut up and let me enjoy what I like in peace. Hugh Panaro - Great voice, excellent acting. Funny. Fun to watch. Reminds me of Franc, in that they're both innocent/childish. Hugh is more childish and angry. Looks like he could kill you, and he might, it depends on his mood.

PART TWO

[mariocki]

The Saint: The Gadget Lovers (5.23, ITC, 1967)

"Start at the beginning - Mr. Templar."

"Oh. So you recognised me."

"The moment you entered this compartment. I've a photographic memory, and in the Kremlin there are many files."

"Well, it's nice to be known and loved the world over."

"Known, perhaps."

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ITV's go-to girl... at 47! This Morning's Cat Deeley is the UK's hottest presenter 26 years after making her debut on SM:TV Live as she breaks the 'ageism' curse on female TV stars

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takeout with the donnellys

Blair lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to A Hard Day’s Night on her stereo. It’s her go-to album when she feels like shit, and she feels like shit. She doesn’t even have ballet to escape into until Monday night. It’s a painful Thursday, and all she can do is listen to The Beatles before the psychedelic turn.

When “I’ll Cry Instead” starts over for the second time, there’s a knock on her door.

“Go away!” Blair yells.

So, of course, her little sister Lennie opens the door and lets herself in. Lennie recently turned eleven, and she still thinks she’s entitled to everything Blair says, does, and owns. It doesn’t matter that she’s in junior high now, and she should want her own privacy. What’s Blair’s is hers, even when Mom and Dad try to mediate.

“We’ve got your dinner on the table,” Lennie says. “Dad picked up Chinese. Almond boneless chicken, no gravy. Because you’re a freak.”

Blair sits up and throws a pillow at Lennie, but she diverts the path at the last second. Lennie’s more annoying than anyone in the world. Doesn’t mean Blair wants to hurt her, even for half a second.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lennie asks. “You didn’t even say hi to us when you came home from Eliza’s house.”

“Because I did not want to,” Blair says.

“Why?”

Blair sighs. Lennie doesn’t get it, and she probably never will. Right now, she’s eleven, but when she’s two or three years older, she still won’t get it in the same way. Blair can tell by looking at Lennie that she’ll grow up to be slim and spotless. She also has this long, gorgeous red hair that Blair’s never really seen on anyone else before. Add all that to how outgoing she is … how daring, how fun, how uproarious … Lennie will have to break a lot of hearts. Not Blair. She just doesn’t look right. She has bizarrely muscular legs and a soft tummy she can’t get rid of. Not exactly the figure anyone dreams about. At least, not the kind of figure Chris dreams about.

Come to think of it, Blair has no idea what Chris likes in a girl. If he likes anything at all.

“You said there’s dinner?” Blair asks.

“Yeah,” Lennie says. “Mom says be sure to shut off your stereo.”

Blair gets up from the bed, rolls her eyes, and shuts off the stereo, anyway. She meets up with her family at the table, and for a second, she forgets to be sad. It’s hard to be sad when your parents won’t stop grinning at you.

That’s one thing Blair has never had to worry about. Her parents are there for her, even when it’s embarrassing. She was born to a couple of college students who’d been together since seventh grade (the age Blair was when Chris first kissed her, if anyone is interested), and they wanted a baby badly. Blair was born at the start of their junior year. Ever since Blair put the pieces of her conception and birth together, she’s given herself a kind of deadline. If she’s not at least madly in love by the start of her junior year, then she’s unlovable. On some level, she knows it’s unfair. But on some other level, she can’t help but think fifteen is too old to not have a boyfriend – at the very least, a date for the homecoming dance.

“Hi, Blair!” Dad says. “See what I got you for dinner?”

Blair nods and sits across from her takeout box.

“Thanks,” she says.

She sticks her fork in the white rice and takes a bite that’s probably too big. She sees Mom’s face out of the corner of her eye and worries she must be judging her.

“Peter,” Mom says slowly, trying to get Dad’s attention away from the plum sauce container that’s giving him trouble, “Peter. Look at me.”

Dad looks up, a bit confused.

“What? Oh. Rose. What’s the matter?”

“Blair had a bad day,” Mom says. “She hasn’t told us anything about it.”

“Mom!” Blair says.

“What? We’re your family, Blair. We want to hear what’s bothering you. We’re not going to judge you. We just want to help you.”

Blair rolls her eyes. They’ll judge her as soon as they hear it’s about something shallow. Her mother is such a staunch feminist, she even talks about gender rights with her seventh graders. Her father is gearing up to quit his high-paying corporate job to pursue his real dream of teaching art and art history. Integrity is practically their blood type. If they knew how much Blair already thinks about bodies, boys, dating, and sex … maybe they’d be humiliated. Disappointed.

“I’m just going to skip the really weird part for now,” she says. “And I’ll get to the medium weird part because that’s … that’s the worse part. Eliza asked Chris to the homecoming dance, and he said yes. They’re going together.”

“Going together?” Mom asks. “Like … they’re boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Not yet. I meant … going to the dance together. But we all know what that leads to.”

“Not necessarily,” Dad says. “When I was in the sixth grade, I took a girl named Laura to our very first school dance, and after that night, we barely spoke.”

“Sixth grade, Dad. Who did you start dating in seventh?”

Mom and Dad look at each other like they’re human disasters. If only they knew how far off they were.

“Your father and I are anomalous,” Mom says. “I’m sure if Chris and Eliza are going to the dance together, it’s just as friends.”

“False,” Blair says. “If Chris wanted to go with a friend, as a friend, he would have gone with me when I offered.”

“You offered?” Dad asks.

“Yeah. Of course I did. I saw my opportunity, and I took it. Isn’t that what you told me to do this summer?”

Dad pauses. He probably doesn’t remember the conversation he and Blair had on their drive back from Blair’s haircut in Ann Arbor. Blair was almost in tears about Chris not liking her back, and Dad said she either had to make a move or stop pining. It got through to her.

“Yes,” he says, “but, honey – I’m sorry, I just assumed that if you asked him out, he would say yes.”

“Yeah,” Blair says. “So did I. But he picked Eliza, and I guess I should just … stop trying and buy a cat or a dog or something to get my mind off him.”

“Blair!” Mom says. “First thing, don’t stereotype single women. Second, you are fifteen.”

“Which is old.”

“Which is not old. Not by a long shot. Just because it’s the oldest you’ve ever been doesn’t mean it’s old.”

Blair rolls her eyes. She knew her mom would say something like that. It’s logical, of course, but Blair can’t care about logic when she’s hurting like this. Not at all.

“Maybe Chris was scared to go with you because he likes you,” Lennie offers.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Blair says.

“Yeah, it does. Maybe he doesn’t want it to go wrong.”

Blair sighs. In her brief hopefulness on the way home from Eliza’s house, she thought maybe that could be the case. But it’s far-fetched and absurd, the thing only an eleven-year-old could come up with. She can’t let herself have those thoughts. She’s not eleven.

“Well, I don’t want to speak for anyone else,” Mom says, “but I don’t think Blair’s goal should be to get Chris to like her. I don’t think she should want anyone to like her.”

“But I don’t want to be alone!”

“You’re not alone. You never will be. You think these high school kids who go out on dates are any less alone than the rest of us? Do you think they like each other? Do you think they have good conversations?”

Blair shrugs. She’s pretty sure most of them don’t talk at all, but if talking was all she was looking for, she wouldn’t care whether or not Chris kissed her again.

“You’re worth so much more than whether or not a boy likes you, honey,” Dad says. “And boys don’t usually know what they’re doing.”

“You did.”

“Your mom and I are the exception, not the rule.”

If Blair had a nickel for every time she heard that one, she’d be able to pay her way through any elite university that might want to let her in. But she’s not holding her breath about that. She’s not holding her breath about any of the dreams she used to have.

So, why can’t she stop thinking about Chris?

“Do you still want to go to the homecoming dance?” Mom asks. “Even if Chris is on a date with someone else?”

To her own surprise, Blair nods.

“Good,” Mom says. “I saw this incredible dress at the mall the other day, and I can’t wait to take you to try it on. I think you’re going to love it. For you.”

Blair smiles. Mom’s encouragement is sweet. It’s just that it does little to make Blair stop feeling like she’s bad at being a teenager. She always knew she’d be bad at it, but she never expected to fail this much and this often.

She takes another bite of her rice and tries not to think about Chris, Eliza, or Chris and Eliza dancing together in the middle of the room while everyone watches.

It almost works.

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Rescue Rabbit (2014)

My rating: 3/10

Die phantastische Reise, aber in doof und mit nervigem pinkem Hoppelhäschen im Hintergrund, weil ist ja für Kinder. Was das ganze mit den Gobots zu tun hat, verstehe ich allerdings immer noch nicht.

Fantastic Voyage, but dumb and with an annoying pink bunny rabbit in the background, because for kids. I still have no idea what the whole thing has to do with Gobots, though.

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Peter Donnelly, Birmingham, 1962.

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"Red Flowers With Water Droplets at Night”

Photo by Peter Donnelly on Flickr.

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Peter Orlovsky Beat Poets (and Painter) Bob Donlon (Rob Donnelly), Neal Cassady, Allen Ginsberg, Robert LaVigne, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti Outside Ferlinghetti's "City Lights Bookstore," San Francisco 1956