#THAT IS NAWT MY SON HE IS BRITISH

[littleprincefan]

had the terrible realisation that i actually kinda dislike a lot of things that the 2015 adaptation of the little prince did and my heart broke in 10000 pieces

i dont even have that many issues with the new story (with my main gripe only being the fact that it’s Eerily Similar to this one brazilian animated movie from 2007 that i love . like scary similar to an eyebrow raising extent) but some of the ways the book storyline was handled……….

and ive already spoken about my gripe with the LPs characterisation and how mr prince is more of a character than the Title Character Of The Movie but thinking about it again it just pisses me off

this movie did some things better than the 1974 movie imo but its like barely any . some scenes were done better and the LPs alienness was handled a Little Bit Better + the rose’s character was done well but im rlly split on how they used the businessman as the antagonist . like his thing about owning the stars being actually put into practice was cool but i think that we could’ve had More of it .

i do love the movie’s use of the ‘essential is invisible to the eye’ quote and how they twisted the word essential to mean something else in the context of the school / the adult planet. that was very clever

but i cannot forgive the little prince’s lack of emotion and real character. it pains me to think about it

anyways this was all to say i swapped that movie with the killing of a sacred deer on my letterboxd top 4 :P

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Since I live in the future

One of my friends probably got addicted to cocaine or amphetamines over keeping MMO hours. 

Another may well have become a beard half to a lavender relationship.

The Hayes (since somehow this is what being a clone of my grandfather *does*) may be well on the way to being a chief from patrolling the highways.

I’ve got a Betty and a Veronica (well, a Helen; don’t ask) from a Dutch woman and a Hungarian.

The son of a drug kingpin has been harassing me for *decades* now because, I don’t know, he thinks it makes him white. Today, the “thing” is british stuff, and the “red and white” of the mushroom kingdom, after all manner of “I know, I know! They want to experience whatever I read about in a magazine or saw on a TV show, for my amusement!” (He would say that’s his right to inflict on people “because he’s white like his dad” but that argument is only valid with Mexicans subsisting on TV ideas). The reality is “the peace” can only be maintained by constantly placating them (with no word on how it is that his brother enjoys *none* of the privileges that he has; a sort of implicit contradiction).

Ashland Library is really suffering from that. There’s a mumbling guy clicking a pen and making weird noises on 8. He *is* a prop, and with a collection of props including but not limited to a “grateful dead” tin. (I think he’s supposed to be either a prison threat or else a murder threat from my old boss; could go either way)

There’s a black guy on 6, who resembles someone I went to school with (the patrol guy from up above), who has like ten videos playing at the same time, some pornographic at times, to the consternation of the reference desk

There’s a “lee” expy at reference who seems to work when lee-the-lake-wobegon tale security guy isn’t here. Now clad in dprk green. The expy has followed me into the building and out of the building, and made a point of meeting me at the entrance door when I arrive (not when his shift starts or when the library opens; at the time I approach the door. Made easier by the fact that he lives up a side street like a few hundred feet from the building.

There’s a woman writhing around having forgone a chair to “dance” if you could call it that, at 12. Because good natured ribbing is good natured if you’re connected to running a cartel instead of a public execution. That’s funny too, when certain people think that it is (and you laugh because you *must*)

There’s a guy nodding off on 4 with *two* water bottles because more having is more envy to be had by others in the room. “Oh yeah? Only I have more only I have better” has become a sort of “swan song” of the cartel associated around here. Taking the place of “all others perish (in Latino style) for want of the life support I alone possess”. With enough inhibitor pheremone, maybe *each one of them can be an only child*.

The teen librarian of past years had a variety of negative experiences with the goon parade I tend to lead. She had a registered sex offender making eyes at her, from the teen designated seating, while wearing a pink child’s backpack. She didn’t *know* it was a negative experience until she happened to browse the sex offender registry on a hunch.

She also had the experience with “how latinos do things” whereby a bunch of small children playing first person shooters *during school hours* opined among themselves, “is he a powice?” “He’s nawt a powice...” because risk to them is not risk to Latino children (since all crime here is organized)

The current teen librarian, not on rotation; the real one, has either a Latino husband, or a child from a prior relationship or both. These things, they happen. Without the Latino, there wouldn’t be the reference job. Something recent around these parts since about 2008′s real estate crash or so. The “lee” expy at reference who stalked me around the building and even outside of it, can trace his employment to someone who lived in my boss’s son’s kitchen once upon a time. In a federal building. At a government desk.

There’s a Chilean downstairs who was, “born in the United States” to go with the “token” black guy who now frequents the library on the daily. We’ve got some trans (pre-operation or post-operation both) that I haven’t asked how their “equal employment” experience has gone so far. These are improvements over the old library. 

The Carnegie addition has grown some *enormous* rotation of librarians, at odds with the current levels of patronage they’re here to provide service to. Even with native Latinos in the library employ, the “Spanish speaking librarian” remains very white and very aged.

There’s a “stock” rotation of people who are supposed to look like me, whose presence or absence (and the props and dialogue) is precipitated by the content of this blog on a day to day basis. (That’s new, but in line with some the less savory experiences of “Esther” the now retired teen librarian, except for the whole library staff now)

There were people who literally *waited* in the bathroom for me to use it. Standing around in there not waiting for anything in particular. This is borne out by camera coverage virtually everywhere in this building.  

These are all real events that have occurred or are ongoing in this *one* location, let alone around town. I’m waiting for the newly renovated food pantry to be stocked around me, as the “uncle food’s” soup kitchen of the quarantine and/or fires, would speed away at the sight of me (Because that guy who was living in my boss’s son’s kitchen happens to be literally muralized on the side of the *actual food bank*, and the van servicing it also had the -GUJ half of his license plate)

Aside, and distant from this building, we sold scrip at my old job and people were *really* excited about buying large quantities of something that they viewed as *exotic* with no immediate knowledge of the source.

There have been a variety of undercover detective looking people sitting at the “courtesy” table next to the shelf of free books. Replacing the virtual army of Latina build women wearing “Latin King purple” sitting in the same spot, day after day. An all purpose death/maiming/incarceration threat. Supplanted mostly by “cody’ the lee expy who comes and goes from sight on a timetable, having done that over literally following me around the building.

And I think “Showerthoughts” is operated by a skinhead

“12:13″ lee expy cody appears. That’s like the birthdate of a woman I used to know...boy, that’s a huge punishable coincidence.

Now the guy from the stairs yesterday who “doesn’t want his kid anymore” because he’s parking him at the library during school hours, is leaving his dprk green coated kid on 12. Speaking of endemic gang problems. *switches to sitting “kitty corner” on 8* (There’s some really *white* thinking *cough* sarcasm) -with- street thug backup “who’ll be waiting outside”