#la de dah dah day

[wolfdogskunk]

Okay but..what if the starkid cast went out in costume and performed la de dah dah day in public randomly one day..have them hide amongst the general public and all come out one by one to torment Jon Matteson as Paul.. and then when the song is over they all just disperse back into the crowd silently while Jon runs away in terror. Just a thought.

Not only could it be a sick publicity stunt, it would show us how la de dah dah day actually happened, without the music. And the confused onlookers really taking the cake.

[duckgens]

ted tgwdlm 🤝 fred christmas carol

male roles ive played where they made me sing EXTREMELY HIGH onstage

[soulmusicsongs]

La-De-Dah - The 8th Day ‎(The 8th Day, 1971)

[willowshelter]

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[rockethorse]

I decided Calcinidae Bay needed a nice romantic restaurant for Valentine's Day, and so I present La Rose de la Rivière, or "Rose of the River". It's modern French fine dining. Bookings are essential.

The spacious indoor dining room, for parties of varying sizes (and significance).

The kitchen, notable for its windows which invite guests to observe the well-oiled machine of its dinner service, a little like the real-world French Laundry.

After dining, guests may move upstairs to Cupid's Bar and pair a digestif with some delightful conversation in one of its many intimate nooks.

And of course, since the Rose is famous for its views of the giant slab of floodfill blue river, there is ample outdoor seating when the weather is amenable.

Since this is Calcinidae Bay, this is, naturally, a shell challenge, with a little surprise -

Ta-dah! 💘 Isn't it the cutest? The original shell challenge is by RoseSkyPlays on the Gallery for The Sims 4 and I thought the little cupid heart shape was really sweet. I had fun figuring how to use it; the tip of the arrow is a very exclusive little windowed seating area in the bar, and the "tail" makes up the restaurant's sign.

Hope you all had a happy Valentine's Day however you choose to celebrate (or not)!

[nobodysdaydreams]

Hatchetverse Crack Theory: In TGWDLM, the homeless man is singing to Paul about another apocalypse he lived through.

I'm sorry to my mutuals for not being up to date on my usual Wolf359 and TMBS content (more is coming I promise), but I recently fell back into Starkid after they released their new musicals, so of course the brain bees™️ gave me some more theories to share with the world (more might be coming, so I apologize in advance).

More details below (spoilers for TGWDLM and Nightmare Time, also I’m just gonna start tagging these “#hatchetverse theory”):

In TGWDLM, Ted as the homeless man sings to Paul during the song "La De Dah Dah Day". The exact verse he sings is: "🎶 I used to want to kill them all while high on bath salt zombie drugs, snacking on a dead man's face 🎶", before leaning into Paul's face.

His verse was played for laughs, and ngl, when I first watched the musical, I was put off by this portrayal of the homeless. However, now that we know from Nightmare Time that the Homeless Man is actually Ted from the future or possibly a version that lives in Tinky's toybox, that does imply that his line might have an alternate meaning.

At first, it seems like the homeless man we see in TGWDLM can't be the Ted from TGWDLM, because that Ted dies during the show and become part of the hive mind (therefore, how can his future self exist as the homeless man in TGWDLM?).

Well, in Nightmare Time, Ted travels back to try to fix the things that have gone wrong in his timeline (he attempts to make things right with Jenny and warn Paul about Emma). He does ultimately fail, but he still tries. Therefore, a version of Ted that lived through an apocalypse would likely attempt go back in time to stop it from happening. The apocalypse in question seems to have involved drugs that turned people into flesh hungry zombie monsters, eventually leading to Ted eating the face of Paul, before snapping out of it and trying to go back in time to stop the apocalypse (which based on how it happens, would likely be caused by Nibbly).

Thus, in TGWDLM, future Ted as the homeless man succeeds in stopping the apocalypse Nibbly was going to cause (an apocalypse where he survives but becomes a zombie for a bit). However, in doing so, he causes or inadvertently allows for Pokey's apocalypse, one where Ted dies and becomes part of the hive mind, erasing the homeless man (future Ted) from existence. Pokey has Ted as the homeless man sing to Paul about an apocalypse where Paul fails to survive as a clever "inside joke" to mock Paul.

I hope you enjoy my unhinged theory Starkid fandom.

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Jesus fucking Christ I fucking hate "The Doll Community" especially Monster High and g3 monster high, I really do...

I was just watching a video of this big name doll youtuber reporting on doll news, as they do, and they were covering the new Beetlejuice Skullector Two Pack, but what got me is they how said some pretty Anti leaning shit that was just unnecessary?

Like they literally said: "Obviously NO ONE ships Beetlejuice and Lydia so NO ONE would promote this as a romantic thing.. But if it's a wedding set that's set to release Valentines day then la de dah blah blah!"

And like? I honestly didn't know if this person was just saying this to just like, cover their own ass so THEY didn't get harassed by other tenderqueers because they were young, or if *they* genuinely believed what they were saying? Because from what I've watched from their channel, they're young and don't seem to know or care a lot about horror as genre in general? Like I don't mean to gate keep, but they're one one those obnoxious Monster High fans I made of fun of in my one post where it's like, "knows nothing about horror, just learned who Elvira is, only got into mh as a kid as the 'alternative' to their conservative ass parents who already believe pokemon is The Devil letting them experience Actual Horror and just never stopped consuming the dolls and Skullectors regardless if they're even familiar with the source material" kinda people? And yeah, that gets really annoying?

But I obviously didn't want this to be my cutting off point for watching their channel because ... Doll news?

So, I just wrote up the most, civil. neutral comment I could possibly articulate explaining how the Beetlejuice fandom's been practically built off of nothing but shipping for 36 years and how people can think whatever they want but Winona Ryder does ship it and it was quite frankly unprofessional of them to alienate Beetlebabes who might want to grab the two pack by implying there's a right way and a wrong way of interpreting the movie and the relationship between these iconic characters and they should respect the older fanbase and all the history that came before the musical?

And I was about to post it, but then I got nervous when I remembered, that I once purchased a doll from this person, which meant that they had my address at one point, which meant if they didn't like what I was saying, they could like, maybe dig it up and dox me? Or at least threaten to and I'd have cause to panic over it being like, legit or not? And I tried to brush it from my mind like nuh nuh they're cool they're cool... They're not on *that* level of Anti...

So then I just tried to check and refresh the comments to see any more overt ship bashing was taking place and of course, I just immediately find this:

So then I do this little blackout thingy for the usernames so that none of this can get back to youtube, and I go to screencap my comment so I can at least post it here in a vent, but I lost my comment trying to get the screen cap thingy to work and accidently clicking the youtube refresh button... 😔

... I just...I hate having such a lil' ghost face moment right now, but just like... I hate you legit fake horror fan Monster High collectors who can't appreciate horror having romantic subtext when that's the entire point yet you keep hoarding all the dolls anyway, I hate you little faggity boys with broccoli haircuts and split dyes who pressure girls into sending you nudes and the retired Mommy Vloggers who enable you, I find you extremely annoying XCanadensis, I hate you for your extremely annoying editing and intros zombiexcorn, I like you Lookin' Bratz but I hate your bratzline podcast cohost for fully admitting to doing a binge watch of all the Harry Potter movies in the franchise for "the first time ever" in fuckin' 2024 with absolutely no disclaimers or acknowledgment of the elephant in the room there and thinking that was a good idea to disclose something as quite frankly as disgusting as that and ruining what could've been a nice gothic doll chat for me and putting sour taste in my mouth about listening to the rest of your podcast...

And I especially hate that one dude with the ugly live action beauty and the beast dolls with the pink hair and the bowl cut and the glasses who for some reason keeps insisting every time she's brought up that Ghoulia Yelps can't be disabled/autistic because she's supposed to have some type of racial coding...

They're HEADCANONS!

They're PIECES OF PLASTIC!

GROW UP! 💀

(I love you weirdo OOAK Doll Artists, you're the only Real Ones left! ❤🫶)

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

That's All

Another little ficlet from last year but needed new life since Luke talked about his love of piano in an interview released today. This is short...about 662 words...but sweet ☺️ and based on one of my favorite Michael Buble songs.

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"I'm going to maim that man one of these days," Sophie mumbled as she struggled up the stairs with the shopping, "Why can't he ever answer his phone when I need him?"

She heard the faint sound of soft piano and sighed. He was lost in his music again.

Benedict was often at the piano these days. Unlike his painting, which fed his passion and his wallet, playing the piano fed his soul. It gave him solace. It had been several months since Sophie had moved in and his world turned topsy-turvy. She'd needed a place to go when her boyfriend decided to sell their home and move back in with his, surprise to Sophie, wife. Ben had welcomed her with open arms declaring that this was her home as long as she wanted. He never realized how hard it would be to live with your unrequited love.

"Ben, I could use some help with the shopping," Sophie called to him. "There's just a few more in the car to get and then you can go back to your keys."

The music stopped. "Coming, Soph. What all did you buy? We're only having a few friends and family 'round", he laughed as he bounded down the stairs.

" Well, the human disposal known as your dear brother Colin is coming so we must have enough for him plus the other 15 or so of us. What were you playing when I walked in? It sounded beautiful."

He blushed slightly, "Oh, nothing much. Just something I've been messing around a bit. Not fit for ears yet I'm afraid."

"Well, it seemed lovely and I can't wait to hear the finished piece", she kissed him on the cheek, "I'm going to bathe before we get to work on the food."

Sophie settled on a bath instead of a shower. She tried to relax into the steamy water and let it work its magic on her sore muscles. She'd been so tense since the breakup and moving in with Benedict. She knew how he felt about her and, while she did love him in her own way, she was nowhere near ready for another relationship.

She heard the piano start again and the lovely tune he'd played earlier drifted upstairs. Except this time Benedict was singing along,

" I can only give you love to last forever and a promise to be near each time you call…la da da de da da da…la dah de da da dum…."*

Sophie sat mesmerized by the beautiful words she'd just heard and, moreso, by his voice. She'd never really heard him sing, hum yes, and drunken karaoke didn't count. Benedict had a rich, deep, almost sultry singing voice and she needed to hear more. Stepping out of the bath, she tiptoed into the hall.

"If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear. You'll be glad to know that my demands are small. Say it's me that you'll adore, for now and evermore. That's all. That's all."*

Sophie stood trying to keep the tears from running down her face. She clutched her towel tighter and made her way down to his music room.

"Benedict", she whispered very softly, so low he could barely hear her. He spun around.

"Sophie! You're soaking wet and…crying. Did you hurt yourself in the bath? Are you alright? He jumped up to look her over for injuries.

"I'm fine, Ben, I just heard you playing and singing and wanted to hear more. A private concert if you will."

"Are you sure you're not hurt? You didn't hit your head, did you? You're acting a bit strange right now," he laughed nervously. "It's not like you to run around half starkers just to hear me play."

"Don't forget I wanted to hear you sing too."

"That's all then? You really just want to watch and hear me?

"That's all, Darling. That's all."

*Song is "That's All" by Bob Haymes*

*My favorite version is by Michael Buble*

[cw-but-starkid]

So I saw this theory:

And I thunk some thoughts—

During Yellow Jacket, Eddie Chiplucky mentions that he’d bought the place from the titular Pete that made the place. Bbbbbbbut. If the theory is true (at least for that Universe) and we know anything about how the Spankoffskis are, there’s no wAY it was a regular transaction.

Older Peter either had to of died, gone missing, gone (further) crazy, been threatened, or something else in terrible nature. Cause.. I mean look at where older Ted is now.

—but to further torment a friend of mine I shared this with, I mentioned that Pete would potentially end back up on the streets after selling/losing the pizza place if this is true.

And the Homeless Man ( T e d ) in La Des Dah Dah Day mentions eating someone’s face.

What if someone didn’t recognise the older version of their baby brother? Especially since as far as we know, HM is the literally only homeless guy in Hatchetfield.

But anyways. That’s just me rambling cause why not

I love this theory though, all kudos to the OP like for real. It’s such a smart connection

[blazethestarshipranger]

At the island town and I feel fine i-la de dah da day~🎵🎶

[theathenszinebibliotheque]

AZB is taking part in this amazing exhibition initiated by Zoetrope Athens, with 5 zines from its archive: Blurring The Raster | Photobooks In Riso

Exhibition and Talks

Riso printing has become a popular choice for independent publishers, artists, and designers around the world. The technique is characterised by its imperfections, imprecision, and unpredictability, that is linked to the origin and the idiosyncratic function of the machine. Each riso print is thus unique, with shifts, smudges or odditie. Unlike traditional printing techniques, risography doesn't reproduce an image exactly but rather transcribes it differently. By using slightly or totally different colors, it creates alternative versions of the image, opening up immense possibilities to rethink the purpose of the printed image and its context.

​Risography originated in Japan in the 1940s. It is a direct tone printing system that uses a stencil printer to create images with bright, fluorescent colors and textured rendering. The technique is eco-friendly, using vegetable oil-based inks that dry slowly by absorption into uncoated paper. Each ink uses its own drum, which is fed in and out of the machine as required, making it a low-cost method of producing large quantities of work using a limited number of colors.

​The exhibition ‘Blurring The Raster | Photobooks In Riso’ presents 44 photobooks and zines from Greece and abroad, framed by a series of parallel talks, offering a glimpse into the diverse and creative possibilities and particularities of risograph printing while questioning the conventional notion and experience of the printed image.

​Initiated by Zoetrope Athens in collaboration with Alice Laurichesse, Keda*Press, Dolce, Athens Zine Bibliotheque, Sleep On It Press, RNVP and Quintal Atelier from Paris, the library Herbarium Riso in Berlin and the nomadic collection of Zines of the Zone.

30.03.23 at 18:00 : Exhibition Opening 31.03.23 at 18:00 : Parallel talks, a discussion around Risography in Photobooks by Alice Laurichesse, Keda*Press, Dolce and Zines of the Zone.

Books: Augure I - Rodrigue de Ferluc, La dernière visite - Eliot Nasrallah, TAKO - Laia Bonastre, Dallol - Jeff Le Cardiet, The Girl You Lost To Cocaïne (2) - Maxime Muller, Arpenter - Alice Laurichesse, Greek dog days - Ilja Niederkirchner, Kuebiko - Evangelos Daskalakis, Island - Andrew O'Carroll, Blurry Territory - Georgios Plastok & Alfred Fabricius, Gestures of lover - Ellie English, Sometimes I take pictures of strangers too, but it's more difficult - Karina Golisová, Ten African shops - Rubén Montesinos, Routine - Alloprosalos nous / A*, Annie - Annie Tsevdomaria, The cemetery is a forest - Olga Vereli & Katerina Markoulaki, Metaphors - Dimitra Dede, Something I see through doors - Kati Akraio, The Rose - Nikos Nikolaidis, You are Mine now - Ioannis Karmaniolos, Strays- Folded City, Harry - Céline Guillerm & Alice Laurichesse, Domus Locked 2 - ΗΓΗ & Keda*Press, In Situ - Bertus Gressen, O tempo se fabrica - Bia Bittencourt, Kenned - Steven Dreux, Evan Lunven & Clément Le Page, Land of the setting sun - Miyuki Okuyama, Tatu Tita #1 - Jone Taberna, Miguel Orcal & Lorena Otero,Friture, Anarchie, Vandalisme - Anonymes, Plutati u Vremenu na zemljiI - Sergej Vutuc, 2 Niice - Gabe Gonzales, Around The Corner - Andrea Reza, OSOBb - Alina Gutkina, Tokyo Beach - Robert Blair, Place And - Suzanna Zak, Aún te Espero - Anaí Tirado, I wanna be sedated - Matt Plezier, Design Studies + Projections - Anne & Eugene Timerman, Semra For Life - Gloria Glitzer, Frumai - Yuri Manabe, Many dimensions of a soul people - Justin Samson, The basis of zero-point energy inventions - Benjamin Phelan, Untitled - Joseph Akel, Distribute with love - Dah Yee Noh

30-31/03/2023, 18:00-22:30 Zoetrope Kimolou 17, 11362, Kypseli, Athens

[sage-mcgavin-main]

“Just wear contacts” la-de-dah Becky some of us can’t poke ourselves in the eye on purpose on a day to day basis.

Also if I look to far to the side with my contacts in they get stuck.

Made the mistake of bringing up that needing glasses is a disability on tiktok and people got real mad.

“You can fix it with glasses” yeah, cuz they’re a disability aid? But like, I still have to pay 160 bucks to use my own fucking eyes?

Like, by definition, if your eyes do not work without aid, you have a disability to see.

Having a disability doesn’t automatically put you in what people consider the “disabled” category, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is in fact, a disability.

[luckyduckwrites]

Remembrance Chapter 1-9: The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks!

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Original Female Character(s), Della Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s), Huey Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Louie Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Dewey Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Della Duck (Disney), Canon Autistic Character, Canon Disabled Character, Protective Siblings, Brother-Sister Relationships, POV First Person, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left alone, but Uncle Donald almost never lets me babysit them. One day, he brings us to meet our Uncle Scrooge, the richest duck in the world! He seems vaguely familiar, almost like I've seen him before, but that can't be possible. I've never seen him on TV, so where could I have possibly seen him before?

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

Uncle Scrooge brought me, Huey, and Dewey to the Duckburg Billionaire's Club with the promise he'd take us to the store after. Glomgold ended up being there, and they started some sort of staring contest, which has been going on for an hour. I've just been listening to music quietly and playing on my phone, waiting for it to be over.

I pull out one of my earbuds as Huey asks, "Are we going to the store, or..."

Scrooge says, "Quiet. I'm in the middle of a vision-based battle of wills."

Dewey asks, "So it's a staring contest?"

Glomgold starts looking away, explaining, "It's not just a staring contest. It's a -" He realizes what he's doing and looks at Scrooge again, exclaiming, "Nice try McDuck, but your family bickering will never get me to look away. Never!"

I look at Dewey, saying, "Yes, Dew. It's a staring contest."

An usher walks in and leads me, Huey, and Dewey to the door, saying, "Excuse me, this area of the Duckburg Billionaire's Club is only for our elite members. The creme de la creme, the finest ducks in Duckburg."

As he opens the door and we leave the room, Mark Beaks enters.

Huey gasps, "Is that...?"

Mark Beaks nonchalantly responds, "Yup."

The door shuts behind him, and the usher places us in the 'kid-check' area despite me not being a kid. Mark Beaks has been in the news a lot lately with his mysterious Project Ta-Dah being revealed soon. He's been gaining popularity lately on social media. Huey idolizes him, and I kinda get why.

Huey is very interested in robotics and engineering lately, so Mark Beaks being incredibly successful in that field really speaks to him. I just don't feel all that drawn to his personality. Even on social media, he comes off as arrogant and controlling, so I don't really understand why he's so popular. Maybe that's just me, though. I kind of have a tendency to read too far into things.

Huey exclaims, "That was Mark Beaks! He's right in there! Oh man, I'm almost breathing the same air as him!" He inhales deeply, adding, "Oh, inginuity."

Dewey says, "C'mon, like I couldn't be a young, influential business guy!" Huey laughs, and I deadpan a look at him. Dewey asks, "What?"

Huey says, "Oh, ohh... You were serious? It's just, you're more the 'crazy, irresponsible fun guy' than the 'serious, brilliant, successful guy'."

I keep giving Huey the same look as Dewey says, "You don't know! At least I'm not the 'guy who reads about people who do stuff' guy. I could be a bigger deal than Beaks in three years tops."

He grabs the helmet from the suit of armor next to him and puts it on as the armor collapses.

He says to the usher, "I'll pay for that in three years. I am very sorry."

I ask my brothers, "Why are you both being so rude to each other today? I swear, you guys are best friends one minute and at each other's throats the next."

Dewey shrugs, saying, "It's just a brother thing, I guess." Huey nods in agreement.

Beaks walks backward out the door, exclaiming, "Keep makin' dat money, y'all. See you in two million dollars and counting!" He closes the door and mutters, "Stuck-up old money duddies. Don't even have a social media presence."

Dewey says, "Mr. Beaks, I'm Dewey, future astronaut, president, and -"

Huey interrupts him, exclaiming, "Can you sign this? You're my hero and a genius!"

I roll my eyes at my brothers and simply say, "And I'm their older sister. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Beaks says, "You three! I like how much you like me. That shows real smarts. Come by the offices, and I'll hook you up with a tour. Maybe an after-school job?"

He does finger guns at us until Huey asks, "You mean it?"

Dewey says, "Sure, why not?"

I say, "Might as well."

Beaks says, "Awesome sauce. I'll text you. Internship starts mañana!"

He walks off, and Uncle Scrooge leaves the room after a few minutes, his eyes red from staring. We go to the store and pick up some groceries, then head home as planned. The rest of the day is pretty mundane. The next day, Launchpad drove us to Waddle for our internships.

I tell Launchpad, "I'll give you a call when we need to get picked up, okay?"

Launchpad responds, "Yes ma'am, Dewey's sister."

As he drives off, I exclaim, "It's Izzy, not- Oh, whatever."

Dewey has a briefcase with him, but I'm not sure where he got it from.

Huey says, "Let's see... Can-do attitude, check. Professional posture, check. Completed checklist, check. Wow, I can't believe we get to be interns at Waddle for Mark Beaks!"

I say, "Well, this would be my first job. It'd be nice to earn some money outside of chores."

Dewey shrugs, saying, "Yeah, I'm mostly doing it to show off this bad boy."

He pats his briefcase, and Huey asks, "What is that?"

Dewey responds, "Oh, this? It's just my super serious business briefcase. What brilliant business secrets is he hiding in there? Who knows?"

I tease him, "You can't open the lock, can you?"

Dewey responds, "Nope."

Beaks greets us at the entrance riding a hoverboard, "Welcome to Waddle, where imagination and innovation get married and have babies!" He claps hands with an app on his phone, then explains, "Digital high-five app so you never have to get left hanging or, you know, have to touch anyone. Come, roll with Beaks."

He leads us on a tour, and the first things we see are trampolines with different tensions.

He explains, "Here are the high-impact trampolines, the low-impact trampolines, and of course, the no impact trampolines. Those are fun."

Later in the tour, we watch an employee going down a slide to the lower floor, exclaiming in delight, "Woo hoo hoo hoo!"

Beaks explains, "Slides are the new stairs."

Dewey says, "Huh. That's actually pretty cool."

Huey says, "If by cool, you mean statistically proven to increase employee productivity. Heh, this guy."

I ask, "But wouldn't you still need stairs to get up floors?"

Beaks shrugs, and we then stop at a secretary's desk.

He says, "Oh, and before you ask, yeah, it's all made of candy. You're welcome."

Dewey licks a stapler, and I recoil in disgust as he exclaims, "Ooh, wow!"

I exclaim, "Ugh! Why would you do that? You don't know where it's been!"

Dewey rolls his eyes as he says, "Whatever. Who knew work could be so awesome?"

Beaks grabs the stapler and responds, "Mark Beaks did. Blammo!"

He drops the stapler, and it shatters on the floor.

Dewey smiles, saying, "He talks the way I want to live!"

Beaks gives us each a hat with propellers on the top, saying, "Here are your official Waddle Trainee Beanies. Congratulations, weenies! Oh, P.S., there's only space for two interns, so one of you is going home by the end of the day. Cool? Cool. Beaks out!"

He leaves, and I say to my brothers, "I could go home and let you guys have the internship. I'm not super into competing over this in the first place."

Huey says, "Izzy, you're fine. Besides, Dewey didn't want it anyway, so I'll tell Mr. Beaks to give it to us."

Dewey says, "Oh, no, no, no, no. Sliding my way to billions? Licking other people's stuff? It's everything I never knew I always wanted. I am in!"

I say, "An internship is about work, not play."

Huey adds, "Yeah, this is more than just goofing around."

Dewey ignores us and slides down the slide, exclaiming, "Weeee!"

Huey deadpans, "You're doing it wrong. This is supposed to be efficient, not fun. Wee."

I shrug and slide down after them, giggling as I slide down. I don't go on slides a lot anymore, but it brings up memories of when I was younger with Mom. I would always slide down, then climb back up the slide. Mom would try to catch me, and when she did, she would chase me around the playground. I frown as I remember. Memories with Mom have been bittersweet since she's been gone.

Huey looks back at me and asks, "Are you okay, Izzy?"

I respond, "I'm fine. I just had a Mom memory again."

Huey gave me a hug, making me smile again. He held my hand, and we walked over to where Dewey was. An assistant gave us each Waddle a tablet that displayed identical checklists for us to follow through the day.

Huey says, "Ooh, task lists! This is a place of dreams!" He then looks at Dewey with a sly look, saying, "Oh, I don't know, Dewey. This looks like a bunch of boring business guy tasks. You're not really equipped to handle them, so-"

Dewey interrupts him, saying, "And lose this internship to you? Izzy, you're practically a shoe-in since you're older. Plus, this place has free snow cones!" He takes a snow cone and repeats, "Free snow cones."

I grab two and hand Huey one, and we start working after eating our snow cones. Our first task was typing up inventory reports and keeping track of what was getting more sales. Our second task was taking calls, and Huey was getting a lot of calls. We were told to say, 'Thank you for calling Waddle, please hold' and transfer them to the department that could help them, like for technical issues, complaints, etc.

Dewey was kicked back on his chair, saying, "Yup, yup, I totally get it. I hate talking on the phone, too, so that's why I kick my feet up, I'm leaning back -"

Huey asks, "Who are you talking to?"

Dewey nervously responds, "Oh, um, Bus... iness... man... ning... ton... son?"

Huey pulls Dewey away, and I put the phone on speaker.

We hear a dial tone as Dewey says, "Ooh, you just missed him."

Our next task was to take lunch orders, and Huey and I were writing down what people wanted.

I was in the middle of asking a woman what she wanted when Dewey yells, "I got pizza! Everybody loves pizza!"

The employees cheer, "New guy! New guy! New guy!"

I catch a glimpse of Huey looking sad and I head over to him.

I ask, "Hue, what happened?"

He responds, "Stupid Dewey is being called the stupid new guy. I'm also the new guy!"

I rustle his hair and smile, saying, "There's no use getting so worked up over it. Dewey's better with people, but you're better at being organized and getting the job done. What do you say we stop for ice cream after, huh? My treat."

He smiles and nods. After completing our checklists, Huey, Dewey, and I walked over to Beaks. He was leading an angry falcon on a tour like we got earlier.

Huey tries to get his attention, saying, "Excuse me, Mr. Beaks?"

Beaks said to the falcon, "I just tagged us together." I clear my throat loudly, and Beaks looks at us, asking, "Sup?"

Huey and I show him our completed checklists, and he says, "Mr. Beaks, here's our completed, color-coded, and categorized checklists. I even made categories for -"

Dewey interrupts, "I ordered everybody pizza."

Huey asks, "So who would you say is in the lead for the internship?"

Beaks responds, "Oh, uh, I guess you're tied." We suddenly heard an airhorn noise and dubstep music start on the speakers, and Beaks exclaims, "Oh, mandatory dance break!"

Dewey and the other employees danced, so Huey and I shrugged and tried to dance as well. I can't dance very well, but I at least try. After a few minutes, the music ends, and the other employees walk away and start working again.

Beaks says, "Listen, I've got your most important task yet: getting my 2:15 artisinal cold pressed coffee. Now, I want almond infused foam. Not almonds in my foam, infused foam. Understood?"

Dewey exclaims, "Coffee with stuff! Got it!"

Huey says, "You don't even know where it is!"

They both run off to the barista, but I speedwalk. After Lil Bulb chased Louie and I a few weeks ago, my knee has been getting worse, so I've been taking greater pains to not strain it. It takes about a minute to get to the barista, and Huey and Dewey were already getting their coffees. By the time they rushed off, I had just ordered mine.

I walked off once I got it, and noticed Dewey spilling some of his coffee as he ran back, and Huey walking slower than me and carefully, not spilling a drop. I was able to catch up with Huey pretty quickly, and we reached Beaks at the same time.

Beaks was on a rant that we just caught as we got there, "There's an order to things! My order! And I -"

Huey cut him off, saying, "Mr. Beaks! We both have your 2:15 coffee at exactly 2:15."

Beaks takes a sip out of both of our coffees, saying, "Ooh, yummy! Things got real for a second there, right?"

The falcon growled, "How is this not very real?"

Beaks brushed him off, leaning down to Huey and I, saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, one sec. Kids, what are your names?"

Huey says, "Huey, sir."

I add, "I'm Izzy."

Beaks says, "Ooh, don't love it."

He snaps his fingers, and an assistant brings over two gold-tinted hats just like the ones we're already wearing.

He hands one to Huey and one to me, saying, "How about brand new Waddle interns Huey and Izzy?"

I smile, and Huey says, "Acheive dream, check."

The falcon sighs, asking, "Now, can we finally get to Project Ta-Dah?"

Beaks ignores him, leaning down to Dewey, asking, "Woah, is that an ironically fancy briefcase in my super chill work environment?"

Dewey nervously responds, "Uh, yes?"

Beaks asks, "What's going on in there? Like, brilliant business secrets?"

Dewey responds, "You know it!"

Beaks says, "Very chill. Oh, I like how you roll. You are my new Vice President of Fancy Business. Interns, you now report to him. Boom! Beaks out!"

Huey and I exclaim in unison, "What?!"

Dewey exclaims, "Yes! Faked it, maked it."

I roll my eyes and correct, "Made, not maked."

Dewey says, "Whatever. I didn't even know this was my life's dream until today."

Huey says, "But... how did I win and still lose? I worked so hard and had so many completed checklists! Do you need me to get a briefcase? 'Cause I can go get one and become the Vice President of Being Chill. 'Cause I'm chill. I'm straight chilling! Like a villain even!"

Huey's eye started twitching, and I tried to get him to calm down, but he was pushing me away.

Dewey said, "Oh no, Huey's broken."

I facepalm as Huey continues, "Or I can be the Chief Manager of Being Broken! 'Cause anyone can just be anything!" He starts tossing things around, saying, "Look at me, everybody! Now I'm the Duke of Making a Mess!"

He climbed onto a nearby desk and started biting it, breaking off pieces.

Dewey exclaimed, "Watch out for the Duke!" As guards neared, I finally managed to grab Huey and hold him back from doing further damage. I saw the falcon punching the guards away, and Beaks casually taking pictures.

He says, "Oh, I missed that last punch. Could you prop him back up and do it again?"

The falcon exclaims, "No more games! You're all my captives now."

Wait, what? I set Huey down in shock, and he plops on his butt.

The falcon points to Dewey, "You, Vice President, take me to Project Ta-Dah."

Dewey nervously says, "Yes, of course, sure. Uh..."

Huey, more calm than earlier, asks, "Seriously?"

Dewey shrugs and nervously smiles. I pull up a map of the building on my Waddle tablet, showing them.

Huey points, saying, "It's that way."

Dewey says, "It's that way. Of course, it's that way. Sorry, it's my first day, but uh... go this way."

I feel myself shutting down. Being a captive isn't exactly a stress-free situation, and I don't do well with stress. Huey notices how I'm acting, and holds my hand to ground me. We finally make it to a huge warehouse area.

Beaks swings the door open, saying, "Welcome to the cutting edge of the latest technology. See that in the air? What is that? It's called magic."

The falcon growls, "Open the vault. Now."

Beaks sighs, saying, "Ugh, fine. I'll 'finally take you to Project Ta-Dah'. Blah! Menacing man, small children, prepare yourselves for my greatest invention."

He opens the vault door to reveal an empty room.

The falcon exclaims, "What? Nothing?"

Beaks smugly says, "Everything you think it is, and nothing you're expecting!"

Dewey says, "You got the nothing part right."

Huey asks, "So Project Ta-Dah is a hoax?"

Beaks exclaims, "Ta dah! I build hype for a fake project, everyone invests in my company, kablam! I'm a billionaire!"

The falcon growls, "This is ridiculous. I'm calling my employer."

He calls a number, and Beaks's phone rings.

He picks up the phone, saying, "Go for Beaks."

The falcon exclaims, "Ugh, you've got to be kidding me! Why would you hire me to steal something that doesn't exist?!"

Dewey said, "So he gets to say Project Ta-Dah was stolen, but he still keeps the money!"

Beaks says, "See? Fancy Business gets it. Why actually put in the hard work if inventing something when I can just tell everybody I did. Fake it 'til you make it, right?" We hear a notification sound, and he shows us his phone, continuing, "And become a billionaire! Buh-bam! Just crossed the mark. Aw, count them zeros! One! Two! Three! Four! Five- blah, I'm bored. You get it. And it's all thanks to you, bud. Get over here. Selfington!"

He took a selfie with the falcon.

Huey says, "I can't believe I looked up to you."

Dewey adds, "You and your whole company are as fake as Project Ta-Dah."

Beaks smugly says, "Maybe, but the money and the buzz are very, very real. I just got so many followers!" The falcon growls, and Beaks says to him, "Gravesie, there's a helicopter waiting for you on the roof. You know what? Keep the beanie."

Graves growls, "I do not like being lied to!"

He picks up Beaks by the back of his shirt, and Beaks says, "Ooh, this is fun. Where are we going?"

Graves responds, "To the roof, so I can toss you off it!"

My brothers and I followed after them, having to run up the stairs to keep up. I pulled them both with me behind a box. I started hyperventilating from stress as I saw Beaks being dangled off the side of the building. He's arrogant and a scammer, but he doesn't deserve to die! Huey was still holding my hand, and he was trying to get me to look at him. I finally did, and started calming down.

He said, "Look, Beaks is fine now. See?"

I saw Beaks standing on the roof away from the ledge as Dewey said, "We gotta save Beaks, right? I mean, he's the worst, but it's the right thing to do."

Huey angrily asked, "Why? I'm sure your biggest favorite friend will just fake his way through it like everything else."

Dewey says, "Okay, first off, that's not what B.F.F. stands for. And secondly, guys like him, guys like me, we have to put on a show and fake it because smart guys like you both are so good at making it."

I'm finally calm enough to think, and I smile at Dewey.

He continues, "We don't need this, we need... a checklist. In fact, here's a checklist for how to get through this. One, get a plan. Two, ask Huey for a plan. Three, do you have a plan yet? Because, honestly, I don't know how checklists work."

Huey thinks for a few seconds, then says, "I got it." He tells us his plan, then tries to get Graves's attention, exclaiming, "Hey, Graves! Over here!"

Following Huey's plan, I push Dewey out into Graves's view.

Dewey says, "This is dumb. I hate this plan."

Beaks takes his phone back from Graves while he's distracted, saying, "Ha ha, I win! Oh gross, your dumb fingerprints smudged my screen."

He wipes his phone screen on his sleeve, and Huey says, "Now, go be Dewey!"

Dewey and Graves start fighting, and Dewey keeps trying to hit him with him briefcase.

Dewey exclaims, "Take this! And all of these!"

Graves says, "Time out! We have to take off these stupid hats. It's humiliating."

Dewey takes his hat off, tossing at Graves as he exclaims, "Time in!"

I say, "Dewey, whatever you do, do not tell Graves what's in the briefcase!"

Graves catches the briefcase, asking, "What is in the briefcase?"

Dewey says, "Oh, this briefcase? Just a bunch of fancy business secrets. Very hush-hush. You see the lock?"

Graves takes the briefcase from Dewey, saying, "Give me that. What's the code?"

Dewey says, "Try 1111."

Graves tries it, and it fails.

He says, "No."

Dewey says, "Mmmkay, 2222?"

Graves fails again, exclaiming, "No!"

Dewey says, "Right, of course not. 3333?"

Graves says, "Alright, now you're just guessing."

Huey asks, "Have you tried the factory default?"

Graves starts fiddling with the combination as Dewey responds, "Of course I have."

The briefcase opens, bursting out with money. Graves falls off of the roof but lands safely on a trampoline.

He yells, "That's it, I'm done! And I'm untagging myself from all those photos!"

He walks off, and Huey chuckles, exclaiming, "That's gotta be $20 million!"

I ask, "Where did you get a briefcase full of money?"

Dewey responds, "Next to the suit of armor in the Billionaire's Club. That place needs more security."

Beaks walks over to us, asking, "Sup over here?"

Huey responds, "Um, we just saved your life."

Beaks says, "Right. Hey, so obviously, I have to fire you guys because you know the secret of Project Ta-Dah, and if you tell anybody, I'll just say you're lying because you're mad I fired you. Cool? Cool."

I say, "Actually, legally, you have to give us either a two-weeks notice with a written reason for being fired or a severance package."

Beaks smugly responds, "But since you've been hired for less than a day, I didn't have time to file paperwork, so there's no evidence that you worked for me in the first place."

I frown, then smile as I look at my brothers.

I gesture my head toward Beaks, saying, "Do your worst."

They smile back, and Dewey snatches Beaks's phone from his hands and starts typing something on Chatter.

He reads aloud as he types, "'My face looks like a butt'. And... sent."

He gives the phone to Huey, a smug smile on his face and his arms proudly crossed over his chest.

Beaks asks, "Seriously? That's your big plan? Who even cares about what -"

Huey interrupts him, exclaiming, "It already has a thousand likes!"

Beaks exclaims, "What? No! No! I can't delete it now! Give it back! Give it back!"

Huey drops the phone off of the building, and we watch Beaks jump off the ledge to grab his phone. He types something on Chatter, then curls up in the fetal position, hugging his phone. He falls onto the same trampoline Graves did, landing on his face on the ground and dropping his phone.

After seeing that Beaks was okay, I say, "Well, let's get out of here. I did promise Huey we'd get ice cream. I'll give Launchpad a call to come pick us up."

Huey and Dewey grab my hands, pulling me along to the slides. Once we're finally back outside, they let go of my hands so I can call Launchpad, both of them bouncing from excitement. He comes and picks us up, and we get some ice cream, then head home. All in all, a pretty successful day.

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Jane Birkin

Jane Mallory Birkin OBE (14 December 1946 – 16 July 2023) was a British-French actress and singer. She had a prolific career as an actress, mostly in French cinema. A native of London, Birkin began her career as an actress, appearing in minor roles in Michelangelo Antonioni's Blowup (1966), and Kaleidoscope (1966). In 1968, she met Serge Gainsbourg while co-starring with him in Slogan, which marked the beginning of a years-long working and personal relationship. The duo released a debut album, Jane Birkin/Serge Gainsbourg, in 1969, and Birkin appeared in the film Je t'aime moi non plus in 1976 under Gainsbourg's direction. She mostly worked in France, where she had become a major star, and occasionally appeared in English-language films such as the Agatha Christie adaptations Death on the Nile (1978) and Evil Under the Sun (1982), as well as James Ivory's A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries (1998). Birkin lived mainly in France from the late 1960s onwards and acquired French citizenship. She was the mother of photographer Kate Barry with her first husband John Barry; of actress and singer Charlotte Gainsbourg with Serge Gainsbourg; and of musician Lou Doillon with Jacques Doillon. She lent her name to the Hermès Birkin handbag. After separating from Gainsbourg in 1980, Birkin continued to work both as an actress and a singer, appearing in various independent films and recording numerous solo albums. In 2016, she starred in the Academy Award-nominated short film La femme et le TGV, which she said would be her final film role. Discography Je t'aime... moi non plus "Je t'aime… moi non plus" (French for 'I love you… me neither') is a 1967 song written by Serge Gainsbourg for Brigitte Bardot. In 1969, Gainsbourg recorded the best-known version as a duet with English actress Jane Birkin. Although this version reached number one in the UK—the first foreign-language song to do so—and number two in Ireland, it was banned in several countries due to its overtly sexual content. In 1976, Gainsbourg directed Birkin in an erotic film of the same name. The title was inspired by a Salvador Dalí comment: "Picasso is Spanish, me too. Picasso is a genius, me too. Picasso is a communist, me neither". Gainsbourg described "Je t'aime" as an "anti-fuck" song about the desperation and impossibility of physical love. The lyrics are written as a dialogue between two lovers during sex. Phrases include: "Je vais et je viens, entre tes reins" ("I go and I come, between your loins") "Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue" ("You are the wave, me the naked island") "L'amour physique est sans issue" ("Physical love is hopeless" ) "Je t'aime, moi non plus" is translated as "I love you – me not anymore" in the Pet Shop Boys' version. The lyrics are sung, spoken and whispered over baroque pop-styled organ and guitar tracks in the key of C major, with a "languid, almost over-pretty, chocolate-box melody". Some deemed the song's eroticism offensive. The lyrics are commonly thought to refer to the taboo of sex without love, and were delivered in a breathy, suggestive style. The Observer Monthly Music magazine later called "Je t'aime" "the pop equivalent of an Emmanuelle movie". Read the full article

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Life of an Introvert #1

Aku ada fav warung utk beli makanan. Makanan kat situ semua top2. My fav is Nasi Goreng Kampung dia. BUT! dia ada catch. Warung ni ada 2 tukang masak. Only one of them yg reti masak NGK yg kena dgn tekak aku tu. Yang lagi sorang tu x sedap. So naturally, kalau aku nak pergi makan, of course la nak yang sedap. Which means aku kena determine siapa tukang masak of the day. Now the owner of the warung tu member ayah aku. So, logically speaking,cara paling mudah utk determine yg mana tengah masak tu is by asking the owner itself. Even if owner bukan bapak aku pun, mmng x de masalah pun nak tanya. but the thing is.... aku x nak tanya hahah. i felt like mungkin akan mengguriskan hati tukang masak kalau dia tau ada orng tanya siapa yg masak just to avoid makanan x sedap. So what i do is aku round warung tu dulu, pretending utk cari the :best spot" utk duduk, but what im actually doing is looking at other people dishes. I can determine siapa tukang masak of the day by the nasi goreng from other customer. They have diffrent smells and colour. Just by doing that, aku dah boleh tau siapa yg masak bcs i know my NGK hahahah. isnt it weird. I know aku kena tanya je just to simplify things but noooo, mulut lagi berat dari kaki lmao. sokay yg penting i achieve my goals, which is dpt makan sedap hahah