#reynolds signature homes

[kosslowski]

Rustic Family Room Dallas Inspiration for a large rustic enclosed dark wood floor and brown floor family room remodel with white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[spacecampband]

Master Bath - Bathroom Alcove shower - large rustic master stone tile travertine floor and beige floor alcove shower idea with shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, an undermount sink, granite countertops, beige walls and a hinged shower door

[readrtheme]

Family Room Game Room Inspiration for a medium-sized, timeless, enclosed game room remodel with a brown floor and white walls but no fireplace

[wadewnstonwilson]

you leave ryan alone!!!;

summary: Logan navigates the chaotic disaster zone that is Wade’s apartment, a cluttered mix of trash, weapons, and stolen road signs. Their banter is filled with humor and affection, from Wade’s proud display of a cardboard cutout of Ryan Reynolds as his "emotional support actor" to his relentless teasing of Logan’s brooding nature.

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Wade's apartment was a monument to entropy, the kind of place where logic went to die and chaos thrived unchecked. Discarded takeout containers were stacked in precarious towers, like culinary Jenga, while candy wrappers and bullet casings coexisted in scattered piles across the floor. A katana lay abandoned on the hallway carpet, dangerously close to tripping Logan as he maneuvered through the minefield of clutter. The air carried an eclectic mix of old tacos, pizza, and something... vaguely chemical. Logan couldn't identify it, but he didn't trust it.

Pausing in the doorway, Logan crossed his arms, a deep sigh escaping his lips. His gaze swept over the disaster zone that Wade proudly called home. "This place is a goddamn nightmare," he muttered.

From his perch on the couch, Wade popped his head up, wearing an oversized t-shirt that read "I’m not immature, you’re just a poopyhead" and mismatched socks. He was mid-bite of what Logan suspected was a suspiciously old taco, grinning like a kid caught playing hooky.

"Something on your mind, claws?" he asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence as he kicked his feet up onto a precarious stack of comic books that doubled as a coffee table.

Logan bent down, lifting a katana off the floor and holding it up like evidence in a murder trial. "Yeah. You ever consider cleaning up? Or is this your version of a tactical defense system—death by tetanus?"

Wade rolled his eyes, tossing the taco onto a nearby plate that already had half a burrito and two questionable sushi rolls on it. "Oh, relax, Martha Stewart. It’s not that bad. You’re acting like you’ve never seen a little organized chaos before."

Logan raised an eyebrow, stepping over a pile of what appeared to be road signs. One read "No U-Turn" and another "Do Not Enter." He glanced back at Wade. "Pretty sure ‘organized’ isn’t the word you’re looking for, Wade."

Wade smirked, clearly enjoying Logan’s irritation. "Come on, don’t tell me you don’t find this charming. It’s got personality. It’s like a little scavenger hunt every day. Who doesn’t love surprises?"

Logan reached the coffee table and moved a stack of empty soda cans to make room to sit. "This isn’t personality, Wade. This is a biohazard. And don’t get me started on the smell. What the hell is that?"

"Vintage tacos," Wade said proudly, like it was a badge of honor. He leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "You can’t rush perfection, Logan. You just gotta embrace it."

Logan groaned, grabbing a half-empty bottle of whiskey off the counter and placing it next to a forgotten pizza box. "You live like this?"

"Live like this? I thrive like this." Wade shot him a cheeky grin, clearly unbothered by his disdain. "Admit it—you secretly love the chaos. It gives you something to do while you’re brooding."

Logan paused mid-step, his sharp eyes narrowing as he fixed Wade with a deadpan stare. His arms crossed over his chest, and the faintest twitch of annoyance flickered at the corner of his mouth. "Brooding?" he repeated, his tone as flat and unimpressed as ever.

Wade, unfazed and seemingly energized by Logan’s irritation, nodded with exaggerated solemnity, adopting the air of a professor delivering a lecture. "Oh, absolutely. It’s your signature move, claws," he declared, waving a hand in a grand, dismissive gesture. "You’re like the poster boy for ‘silent angst.’ You know the type—always sitting in the corner, sharpening your claws like it’s some meditative art form. Staring off into the middle distance, shoulders all tense like you’re carrying the weight of the world. Hell, sometimes I half-expect to find you narrating your own tragic backstory to a raccoon or something."

Logan’s expression didn’t budge, though the slightest hint of a sigh escaped him as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen into his face. "You’re impossible," he muttered, the words laced with an almost resigned exasperation, as though he’d long since accepted that there was no winning with Wade.

Wade, predictably, pounced on the comment, his grin spreading wide enough to rival the Cheshire Cat. "And you fucking love it," he shot back without missing a beat, his voice dripping with gleeful mischief. With an almost theatrical flourish, he snatched a candy bar from the cluttered table, unwrapping it with a level of intensity that suggested he was unearthing buried treasure. He bit into it with a loud, unapologetic crunch, the sound echoing through the room as he chewed with exaggerated satisfaction.

Leaning back against the couch, Wade pointed the half-eaten candy bar at Logan like it was some kind of truth-telling baton. "But let’s be real here, claws," he continued, his voice taking on a faux-serious tone that was utterly undercut by the chocolate smeared at the corner of his mouth. "You know why you keep coming back, don’t you? Why you put up with all this glorious chaos? It’s ‘cause deep down, under all that broody, grumpy, emotionally constipated lumberjack bullshit, you need this. My mess. My madness. My unfiltered, high-octane, batshit brilliance. Admit it—you’re addicted to the Wilson lifestyle."

Logan leaned against the counter, watching him with a mixture of irritation and amusement. "If by ‘lifestyle’ you mean ‘living in a garbage heap,’ then yeah, I guess I’m addicted."

Wade gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "How dare you! This is not a garbage heap, Logan. This is my home. And it’s got history! Memories! Look!" He gestured to a pile of random junk in the corner. "That’s my collection of Taco Bell sauce packets. Limited edition. And over there? Those are all my stolen road signs. It’s art, claws. ART."

Logan snorted as he picked up the life-sized cardboard cutout of Ryan Reynolds that had been propped up haphazardly against the wall, partially obscured by an overturned pizza box and what looked like a pile of mismatched socks. He turned it around, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied the pristine, smug grin of Reynolds staring back at him. “What the hell is this?” Logan grumbled, holding it out at arm’s length like it might bite him. “Why is there a life-sized cutout of this guy just hanging out in your disaster of a living room?”

Wade’s head snapped up from where he’d been sprawled on the couch, absently twirling a katana. His eyes lit up with an unmistakable spark of delight as soon as he spotted Logan holding the cutout. He clambered to his feet with the enthusiasm of a kid catching Santa Claus red-handed. “Ah, you’ve met Ryan!” he said, his voice practically dripping with pride. “He’s, uh, kind of my boyfriend.”

Logan froze mid-sentence, his face twisting into a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “You’re dating a piece of cardboard?”

Wade’s grin instantly vanished, replaced with an indignant scowl so fierce it could have peeled paint off the walls. “Excuse me?” he growled, his tone laced with the kind of outrage reserved for personal attacks and pineapple on pizza. In a flash, he stormed across the room and snatched the cutout from Logan’s hands with the protective fervor of a mother tiger defending her cub.

“First of all, you ungrateful, broody lumberjack,” Wade began, hugging the cardboard Ryan Reynolds close to his chest like it was a priceless artifact, “Ryan is not just a piece of cardboard. He’s my emotional support actor, you hairy, judgmental bastard. My anchor in this cruel, chaotic world. The only one who gets me—and that includes your grumpy ass, thank you very much.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest. “It’s a damn cutout, Wade.”

Wade’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the cutout tightening as if Logan might snatch it back. “You take that back. Right the fuck now, Logan. I swear to God, I will climb up your big, brooding tree-trunk ass and carve an apology out of your soul with my bare fucking hands if you don’t take that back.”

“Are you serious?” Logan asked, incredulous, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“AM I SERIOUS?!” Wade shrieked, flinging his arms wide like he was about to deliver the Gettysburg Address to a stadium full of people. His voice shot up several octaves, somewhere between manic disbelief and a toddler denied dessert. “Does THIS face—THIS masterpiece of chaos and rage—look like it’s joking, Clawsifer? You’re goddamn right I’m serious! Ryan Reynolds is not just a national treasure—oh no, no, no! He’s an international fucking phenomenon! He’s a global sensation! He’s the Michelangelo of wisecracks, the Picasso of sexy smirks, and you—YOU, you tragic lumberjack of a man—are standing in the holy, cardboard-preserved presence of greatness!”

Logan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as if physically holding his patience together. “Wade, it’s a cardboard cutout. He doesn’t even know you own this thing.”

“EXACTLY!” Wade bellowed, pacing now, gesturing wildly with one hand while cradling the cutout protectively in the other. “That’s the whole goddamn point, Logan! He doesn’t know! And yet, here he is, in my living room, supporting me emotionally and spiritually like the saint he is! You think you bring that kind of stability into my life? No, sir! That’s Ryan! Ryan fucking Reynolds, my cardboard rock in a hurricane of bullshit!”

Wade snapped, gesturing wildly with one hand while the other remained firmly planted on the cutout’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was talking to Oprah fucking Winfrey, expert on all things emotional and spiritual! Newsflash, Logan—Ryan and I have a connection. A bond. You wouldn’t get it because you’re too busy brooding in your little Canadian emo bubble to appreciate the finer things in life.”

Logan couldn’t stop the chuckle that rumbled up, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter. “You’re certifiably insane.”

Wade’s eyes widened, a wild, almost feral grin splitting his face as he practically vibrated in place. “And you’re a walking Pinterest board for unresolved trauma!” he fired back, jabbing a finger in Logan’s direction like a deranged motivational speaker. “You wanna go, claws? Because I will fight you over this. Oh yeah, I’ll throw down right here, right now. I don’t have your super-shiny, extra-special adamantium claws, but you know what I do have?” He threw his arms out wide, voice climbing in both pitch and intensity. “Passion! That’s right, motherfucker—pure, unadulterated, fiery, chaotic passion! And passion beats claws every damn time. It’s called heart, Logan. Google it. Read a book. Watch a Hallmark movie, for fuck’s sake!”

Logan rubbed his temple, closing his eyes briefly like he was praying for strength. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”

“And yet here we are!” Wade crowed, throwing his hands into the air as if the universe itself had just proven him right. “You, me, and Ryan Reynolds—my emotional support boyfriend—locked in an epic battle of wit, trauma, and just enough sexual tension to keep things spicy. It’s poetic, really.” He gestured to the cardboard cutout of Ryan still propped against the wall. “Don’t you feel alive, claws? Don’t you feel the spark?”

Logan opened his eyes and stared at Wade, deadpan. “The only thing I feel is a headache.”

Wade gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Oh, that’s rich, coming from a guy whose entire personality is a brooding, walking Advil commercial.” He leaned in, eyes wild, his grin so manic it was almost endearing. “But it’s okay, Logan. I forgive you. Because I’m the bigger person.”

“Pretty sure you’re the louder person,” Logan muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.

“You started it!” Wade declared, his voice climbing an octave as he hoisted the cardboard cutout over his head like a trophy. “You came into my sacred space, insulted my Ryan, and now you think you can walk away unscathed? Not on my watch, you judgmental prick. Ryan is family. Ryan is love. Ryan is life. And if you can’t respect that, then you can take your hairy, self-righteous ass and waltz right back out that door.”

Logan stared at him for a long moment, his lips twitching as if he were fighting back a laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“And you fucking love it!” Wade practically screeched, his smirk snapping back into place with an intensity that could fuel a thousand suns. He clutched the cutout tighter, rocking back and forth on his heels like a caffeinated toddler. “Now, say you’re sorry to Ryan, or so help me, claws, I will break into your sad little liquor stash, replace your whiskey with apple juice, and then sit here and watch you suffer.”

Logan exhaled the kind of sigh reserved for dealing with hurricanes and Wade Wilson. “Fine,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his face. “I’m sorry… Ryan.”

“YES!” Wade yelled, throwing his hands in the air like he’d just scored the winning goal at the World Cup. His grin exploded across his face, manic and victorious. “Apology accepted! Look at you! Growth! You’re becoming a better man before my very eyes. I’m so proud, claws. So goddamn proud. I might cry. Wait, no. That’s just gas. But the sentiment is still there!”

Logan shook his head, his resignation palpable. “I don’t even know why I put up with you.”

“Because I’m the human equivalent of an energy drink mixed with glitter glue, and you can’t live without me,” Wade declared, spinning on his heel and planting a loud, dramatic kiss on the cardboard cutout. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Ryan and I have to celebrate this monumental moment in emotional intelligence. You can stay. You can watch. Hell, you can even take notes, claws. Take notes!”

As Wade set the cutout back against the wall with exaggerated reverence, patting it like a prized pet, Logan muttered, “Still insane.”

“And yet,” Wade shot back, spinning around with a flourish and pointing finger guns at Logan, “you’re still here. Can’t quit me, can you, claws? Admit it—I’m the glitter bomb of chaos your boring-ass life didn’t know it needed.”

With a theatrical twirl, Wade strutted back to the couch like he was on a runway, only to collapse onto it in a heap of limbs, the cushions puffing out beneath him. The move had all the grace of a toddler diving into a ball pit, and Wade reveled in it. He snatched a half-eaten taco from the plate on the coffee table like it was a trophy, taking an enormous, unapologetic bite, bits of lettuce and salsa flying everywhere. He waved the taco at Logan like a wand, his voice muffled by food.

“You know, claws,” Wade said, chewing with exaggerated vigor, “you could learn a thing or two from Ryan. Like, I dunno, how to loosen the fuck up and maybe—just maybe—stop being the human embodiment of a storm cloud. Crack a smile! Laugh a little! Hell, I’ll even settle for a grunt that doesn’t sound like it’s auditioning for a horror movie trailer.”

He flung himself sideways, legs sprawled over the armrest, gesturing toward Logan with the taco like it was some divine scepter of truth. “Come on, Logan. Live a little! Eat a taco! Love a Ryan! Do something that doesn’t involve brooding like you’re contractually obligated to make everyone in a 50-mile radius feel awkward.”

Logan leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched Wade with a mixture of irritation and amusement. “Ryan Reynolds isn’t even here, Wade. He’s a cardboard cutout. A prop. And you’re sitting there acting like he’s your damn life coach.”

“Not a prop,” Wade said, his mouth still full. “He’s a spiritual guide. My North Star. My rock in the turbulent sea of life. And, honestly, the only reason I haven’t completely lost my shit living with you.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his patience already hanging by a thread. “You live like this. Don’t pin your insanity on me.”

Wade froze mid-chew, eyes narrowing like he’d just declared war. He swallowed hard, leaning forward with the intensity of a caffeinated squirrel, pointing a dangerously wobbling taco at Logan like it was a loaded weapon. “Oh, don’t pull that holier-than-thou shit with me, Mr. ‘I-Need-Alone-Time-To-Brood-In-The-Wilderness.’ You think I don’t know what you’re doing out there? Scaring deer, punching trees, and traumatizing the poor woodland creatures just to avoid talking about your fEeLiNgS? Spoiler alert, Logan—they’re not impressed!”

Logan let out a long, deliberate sigh, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m not having this conversation.”

“Oh, but we ARE!” Wade practically yelled, leaping up from his spot on the couch and throwing his arms out wide, bits of taco filling the air like confetti at a parade. “Because if we don’t, I’ll have to bring Ryan into this, and trust me, he will NOT be pleased with your emotional constipation. Do you want Ryan—sweet, perfect, understanding Ryan—to be disappointed in you?”

Logan blinked, staring at the mess Wade was creating as shredded lettuce clung to his shirt. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, Peanut." Wade continued, pacing the room with the chaotic energy of a raccoon on a sugar high, the taco now completely forgotten in his hand. “Ryan doesn’t judge. Ryan gets me, Logan. And when I tell him about how you’re out there growling at bears instead of dealing with your emotional trauma, he’s gonna look at you with those big, soulful eyes and say, ‘Logan, I expected better.’ And that’s a guilt trip you’ll never recover from. I hope you’re ready for that.”

Logan’s mouth twitched, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep his composure. “Tell him what, Wade? He’s a piece of cardboard. What’s he gonna do? Give me the silent treatment?”

“Exactly,” Wade shot back, slamming the taco down on the plate like it was a mic drop. “And the silent treatment from Ryan is worse than anything your claws could do. It’s soul-crushing. Life-altering. You’ll never recover.”

Logan sighed, dragging a hand down his face like the weight of the world was hanging off his shoulders. “You’re exhausting.”

“And you fucking love it,” Wade shot back, springing to his feet with the energy of a caffeinated squirrel. He twirled in place, grabbed the half-empty candy bar from the table, and took a dramatic bite before kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, nearly toppling over a precarious stack of magazines. “Now, come on, claws! Sit your grumpy ass down. Let’s watch some Golden Girls before you pop a vein and start spewing rage poetry.”

Logan grumbled something unintelligible but gave in, trudging to the fridge to grab a beer. As he turned, Wade was already leaning over the couch arm like a hyperactive child, waving his hands and miming hurry up gestures. “Let’s move it, buddy! The sass queens of Miami aren’t gonna wait forever! I got Blanche on speed dial.”

“Do you ever stop?” Logan muttered as he flopped onto the couch with the weight of a man resigned to his fate.

“Never!” Wade cackled, practically launching himself across the couch until his shoulder was pressed against Logan’s. “And yet here you are, claws. Sitting right next to me. Can’t stay away, can you? Admit it. If I weren’t here, your life would be as boring as oatmeal.”

Logan glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “Sometimes I think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.”

“And yet,” Wade interrupted, throwing an arm around Logan’s shoulders and pulling him closer, “you keep coming back for more. Because deep down—deep, deep down in that hairy chest of yours—you’d miss me if I were gone. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Logan didn’t answer, but the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took a swig of his beer, his silence more telling than any words could be.

Wade leaned his head against Logan’s shoulder, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “See? I knew you couldn’t resist my charms. Now, pass me the remote. Ryan and I need our dose of Bea Arthur before bed.”

Logan handed him the remote, shaking his head as the TV flickered to life. “You’re an idiot.”

“Hell yeah, I am!” Wade declared, snatching the remote like it was the Holy Grail and flinging himself onto the couch with the grace of a deranged cat. He flung an arm around Logan’s shoulders, pulling him closer with the enthusiasm of someone who had just won the lottery. “But I’m your idiot, claws! Your loud, sexy, unpredictable idiot. Now shut that broody trap of yours and let me bask in the glorious life lessons of these fabulous, elderly queens!”

Logan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, taking a sip of his beer as Wade mashed the buttons on the remote like he was launching a missile strike. The TV volume spiked, and Wade immediately started singing along to the theme song, horribly off-key but with enough manic energy to power a small country. “THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND! TRAVELED DOWN THE ROAD AND BACK AGAIN!”

“You’re gonna give me a headache,” Logan grumbled, though there was the faintest twitch of amusement in the corner of his mouth.

“Good!” Wade said, cackling as he tossed the remote onto the coffee table, nearly toppling an empty beer can in the process. “It’s character building! Keeps you sharp, claws. You’re welcome.”

Without warning, Wade launched himself sideways, sprawling half across Logan’s lap, his legs dangling off the armrest like he didn’t have a care in the world. He grinned up at Logan with wild, mischievous eyes. “Admit it. You’d miss this face if I weren’t around. Who else would serenade you with Golden Girls theme songs and remind you that life’s too short to brood?”

Logan sighed, shaking his head as he downed another sip of his beer. “You’re exhausting.”

“And you’re boring!” Wade shot back with a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. “But together? Together we’re fucking magic. Peanut butter and jelly. Chaos and brooding. The ultimate power couple! Admit it, claws, you love me.”

Logan didn’t respond, but the tiniest, begrudging smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Wade noticed, of course—he noticed everything.

“Ha! There it is! That’s the look of a man who knows he’s stuck with me forever,” Wade crowed, jabbing a finger in Logan’s direction as he grabbed Logan’s beer right out of his hand. “Now shut up and let me drink your beer while we bask in the glow of Dorothy Zbornak’s eternal wisdom.”

Logan didn’t bother protesting as Wade tipped the bottle back and then flopped dramatically against his chest like he was auditioning for a soap opera. For all his grumbling, Logan found himself leaning back into the couch, letting Wade’s manic energy wash over him like a storm he’d long since stopped fighting.

Life with Wade was a goddamn whirlwind, but Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.

[dorothydalmati1]

Obscure Animation Subject #159: Biker Mice from Mars

Here we have a cult series created by Rick Ungar, president of a company by the name of Marvel Productions, formerly known as DePatie–Freleng Enterprises, which was founded by former Warner Bros. Cartoons employees in May 1963. Marvel was renamed to New World Animation, and shuttered in 1996, folded by Saban Entertainment. Anyways, this is Biker Mice from Mars, an animated superhero comedy that was produced by Marvel and aired on syndication for three seasons and 65 episodes from September 19, 1993 to February 24, 1996. Frank Ward developed the series while animator Tom Tataranowicz served as chief director.

The series follows three anthropomorphic mice motorcyclists named Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie who escape a war on their home planet Mars before arriving to rebel on the Earth against the species that destroyed their homeland (the Plutarkians) and to one day return to Mars. The mice's signature weapons consist of a cestus and a laser pistol (Throttle), a bionic arm with built-in laser blaster (Modo), and flares (Vinnie). Despite the frequent battles, no blood is shown, and many villains are monsters, aliens, and robots.

Although the series was successful, the series didn’t get renewed as most animated series had to stick with a 65-episode rule, leaving the series to end on a cliffhanger. However, high demand resulted in the series to get revived in 2006 by Fox and 4Kids, which aired for 28 episodes from August 26, 2006 to September 26, 2009, now produced by Brentwood. Rick Ungar and Tom Tataranowicz returned for the revival. The revival gave a proper closure to the series.

Although the series was given the closure it needed, Ryan Reynolds had announced developing a reboot of the series in 2023, given that any popular IP can just get revived rather than have new original ideas nowadays. The original show and the revival is enough for this series but oh well.

I personally have never seen this show before, I had only heard about though various articles online. However, I can tell it was given cult status for one reason or another so hopefully I may check it out one day. Who knows…

[soob1nn]

INTERVIEWS - ADULT FAME DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

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Interviews, a dynamic form of communication, serve as a gateway to understanding individuals, their experiences, and their perspectives. Whether conducted for journalistic purposes, research, or casual conversation, interviews unravel stories, insights, and the diverse tapestry of human narratives. Through questions and answers, interviews facilitate connection, exploration, and the exchange of knowledge, offering a platform to explore the depth and richness of the human experience.

THE TONIGHT SHOW - JIMMY FALLON

2019

Appearing on "The Tonight Show" with Jimmy Fallon was an absolute blast. We sat down to discuss my upcoming film, "Knives Out," diving into the intriguing details of the project. The conversation seamlessly flowed from the movie to my recent photoshoot, which evidently left everyone with their mouths agape. Jimmy, true to his playful style, explored various facets of my life, including my marriage with Penn, a topic we hadn't openly discussed before. The atmosphere was light and enjoyable as we delved into a range of topics, spiced up by games that had us both laughing. The entire experience was a perfect blend of fun, genuine conversation, and a touch of Jimmy's signature humor, making it a memorable night on "The Tonight Show."

HOT ONES - SEAN EVANS

2021

Appearing on "Hot Ones" was an exhilarating experience that blended spice, humor, and insightful conversations. While I might not have aced the wing challenge, the intense flavors added a unique element to the interview. Adorned with plenty of jewelry, devouring wings proved to be a slight challenge, adding an amusing twist to the fiery ordeal. Sean Evans skillfully steered the conversation through my future projects, providing a platform to discuss everything from quarantine experiences to the unexpected hobbies I explored in my free time. The entire encounter was a flavorful journey, where the heat of the wings mirrored the warmth of engaging discussions on "Hot Ones."

WIRED AUTOCOMPLETE INTERVIEW

2021

The Wired Autocomplete Interview was a solo adventure filled with fun, especially after just wrapping up filming for the new sequel "Top Gun: Maverick." As I navigated through the most searched questions about me on the internet, the queries ranged from the infamous kiss between Andrew Garfield and Ryan Reynolds at the Golden Globes (an event I attended) to unraveling the story behind a song I wrote five years ago. Exploring topics like my transition from medicine school to acting, the interview provided a platform to address lingering curiosities. The experience was not only informative but incredibly enjoyable, and I left with the feeling that I'd gladly dive into it again.

SPILL YOUR GUTS - JAMES CORDEN

2022

Stepping into the "Spill Your Guts" segment with James Corden alongside Miles Teller was quite the adventure, especially as we discussed our latest film, "Top Gun: Maverick." Rocking a green suit and a white T-shirt, topped off with green nails, I brought a colorful vibe to the interview. Things got personal when they probed about my marriage with Penn, a topic we had kept private since our separation. The questions delved into the reasons behind our divorce, shedding light on a part of my life rarely discussed in the press. To add a twist, there was even a question about revisiting a relationship reminiscent of our (miles and I) teenage years. The segment blended humor, revelation, and a touch of nostalgia, giving viewers a unique peek into the unexpected turns of celebrity interviews.

73 QUESTIONS - VOUGE

2022

Vogue's 73 Questions interviews not only offer a rapid-fire insight into the lives of celebrities but also grant fans an unprecedented peek into their homes. As I navigated through the questions, my fans got to explore various corners of my house, creating a more intimate connection. The inquiries ranged from my hobbies to a tour of my extensive library, where I shared books I've read, those waiting to be explored, and even recommended some favorites. Responding to the curiosity about my culinary skills, I discussed what I enjoy eating and whether I possess any culinary prowess. To add a musical note, they asked me to play the piano, a personal touch that added an extra layer to the interview. Vogue's 73 Questions not only captures the essence of celebrities' lives but also establishes a direct and engaging connection with the audience.

VANITY FAIR LIE DETECTOR

2023

Participating in Vanity Fair's Lie Detector interview alongside Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively was an absolute riot, made even more memorable by the fact that I wore an entire pink outfit that drew compliments. The atmosphere was lively and playful throughout, and we had an incredible amount of fun. In a particularly memorable moment, Ryan turned the tables on me, asking about a quirky incident during quarantine when his beloved Canadian maple syrup mysteriously disappeared. Despite my denial, the lie detector hilariously exposed the truth, and Ryan, who has a deep love for that syrup, was genuinely offended. The revelation left us all in fits of laughter, and Ryan playfully expressed his dismay, sharing that he had to wait a whopping two years to go back to Canada and buy his cherished maple syrup again. The Lie Detector interview, with its blend of humor, fashion flair, and unexpected revelations, became a delightful and beautiful experience.

THE TONIGHT SHOW - JIMMY FALLON

2023

During my recent appearance on "The Tonight Show" with Jimmy Fallon, we delved into the exciting details of my upcoming film, "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo." Jimmy expressed his admiration for the character and my performance, playfully saying "I think the academy is calling Winter!" Our conversation extended to the source material, the book, where we shared our favorite scenes and discussed the nuanced differences between the film adaptation and the literary masterpiece. I revealed that I was already a devoted fan of the book before the film was announced, and my audition was fueled by a genuine love for the character of Evelyn Hugo. Expressing how the role had elevated my craft, I shared with Jimmy that stepping into Evelyn's shoes was not just acting; it was a transformative experience. At the premiere, I found myself feeling more like Evelyn Hugo than Winter Jackman, a testament to the immersive joy that this role brought to my journey as an actress.

[duckapus]

The first five MRU universes

So again, gonna be a while before these actually happen because I want to actually write out the process of Piper stealing the HMG research, some of the preparations for Launch Day, and the actual First Activation, and I'm waiting until after I finish the Wonder Arc to write those so I don't end up abandoning it half-finished for months. But I at least wanted to list them out.

Again, universe 1 is basically the Test Universe, while 2-5 are in one batch that gets activated all at once.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Anchor: Link

Supervisor: Trinity

MRUs: 0 and 1

To justify having references to every game (because why wouldn’t it) Time Portals appeared basically everywhere at the same time the Memes did. Also, the Internet Graveyard got merged with the Wild-Era Sacred Realm (which was obviously never visited and is at the current End of the timeline so it doesn’t mess anything up and I can do whatever I want with its aesthetic). Yes, whoever did the setup had to get every Korok seed so the Key Items menu couldn’t canonically update and potentially break something. They did, in fact, get a raise for that.

Hamtor Tubez

Anchor: Doc the Hamtor

Supervisor: GIF

MRUs: 2 and 3

A puzzle game about leading Hamster-like creatures called Hamtors through elaborate tube mazes. Doc is a Mad Scientist and the leader of the Hamtors and is training them for when he will one day TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!, and there’s other unique Hamtors with special abilities that get introduced throughout the game as new puzzle elements.

Beneath the Faerie Mound

Anchor: Frida

Supervisor: Quazar

MRUs: 4 and 5

A metroidvania about a Changeling who gets Taken Back and has to fight her way out of Faery Country so she can return home. She initially thinks that MRU5 is another faerie who's come to try Taking her again.

The Fairly Oddparents!

Anchor: Timmy Turner

Supervisor: Spreadsheet

MRUs: 6 and 7

Look, making the Pokemon Anime universe part of the AU has set the precedent for also being able to use cartoons as SMG/MRU universes instead of just Games.

Interestingly, the Memes changing things to make the universe more entertaining undid a lot of the later season retcons, especially the Season 9 ones, so a lot of the characters are actually less Mean and Stupid than before. I'm using kid Timmy because he's the Real One so the live action movies and That One Spinoff aren't canon outside of memes, but Nicktoons Unite and its sequels are. So are seasons 9 and 10, 10 because I happen to like Chloe (or at least what she had the potential to be) and 9 because I think it would be funny to have Sparky be The Thing We Never Speak Of among the characters who would know about him.

Janitor of Heart: Stain Rising

Anchor: Rodney Teegan (Champion Form only)

Supervisor: Connectivity

MRUs: 8 and 9

A Magical Girl Beat-'em-Up that's actually a tie-in to an in-universe comic series called Rodney Teegan: Janitor of Heart.

The premise of the comic series is that a girl named Mina Reynolds who is Exactly the sort of person you'd expect to be a Magical Girl Protagonist gets her chance to when her school is attacked by a goop monster (part of an eldritch being known as The Stain) and she finds a magic bracelet containing the Spirit of Heart, Harmony, who chooses her as the Champion of Heart. But, when she tries to transform, some wires get crossed somewhere and the bracelet's power instead flows into Rodney Teegan, a 57-year-old janitor who Mina considers a close friend and who was with her when she found the bracelet. And because the transformation is based on what Mina wanted to look like as a magical superhero, he ends up in the body of a teenage girl with a cute poofy pink outfit. Whoops.

In his Champion form, Rodney has the expected enhanced strength, and can heal very quickly, but his main power is being able to turn cleaning supplies into weapons. It can be something as simple as a broom (in fact his signature weapon is a spear made from a push broom) or as massive and complex as a street sweeper truck. Also, Harmony isn't just a Cute Mascot Character and actually joins in fighting, mainly using super-strong punches and kicks and acting as a healer. Mina still has the bracelet (it actually can't come off at all) and needs to be nearby in order for Rodney and Harmony's powers to work. I have not come up with what Rodney's hero name would be.

Anyway, the game depicts the events of a particularly large Stain attack, this one being an invasion of the whole city, but other than the larger workload it'd be a fairly normal day (since by this point the three of them are more-or-less used to this since it's been a few months) if not for someone new joining the fray. It turns out that Harmony isn't the only Spirit in town, because we're introduced to the Champion of Storms, Thunderbird, and her Spirit partner Zap. Thunderbird has weather control powers, usually favoring lightning, and has a strange transforming mechanical construct that she uses both as a weapon and mobility aid, usually mechanical wings, giant electrified gauntlets, or supersonic skates. She's fighting the stain too, but has apparently decided to start a rivalry with Rodney's team instead of working with them just 'cause. Also, when her machine isn't in Skate Mode it's revealed that she has a translucent magical construct in place of her right leg.

She's eventually revealed to be Hazel O'Brien, one of Mina's classmates. The machine is her wheelchair, which transformed along with her because why wouldn't it?

Interestingly, Connected Cosmos Company were the ones who made the game, and also the ones who came up with Hazel and her Thunderbird persona. However, due to the terms of the licensing agreement the comic's creator owns the rights to the character, and has made sure that the specific designer in CCC who made her gets the royalties for the character being used in the comic (because the game is canon to the comic and Hazel's now a major character), rather than the company as a whole. She's the one character created by CCC that Jayin doesn't own, and I like to think that grates on her, especially because she can't do anything about it without damaging her company's carefully cultivated reputation.

Anyway, as far as the MRU stuff goes, there is one odd quirk about Rodney's Anchor Status: due to only his Champion Form being playable, his Anchor code is dormant in his normal form. Thankfully this doesn't cause problems for the Meme Cycle or the universe's stability, and it doesn't have the same negative effects as actively suppressing his Anchor Tendencies would. It does, however, make it so his Champion form has a different personality (bubbly airhead with occasional violent tendencies) than his normal form, which is very much Not A Thing in canon.

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Growing Into His Dress Code

  In the quaint city of Westbrook, a peculiar dress code had become the norm. Every man 18 years old or older wore a shirt and tie, or a full suit daily. Grooming was held to the highest standards, and Mr. Reynolds was a staunch supporter of this unique tradition.

One sunny afternoon, a new tenant named Jason arrived to rent Mr. Reynolds' guest house. As a freelance graphic designer who primarily worked from home, Jason was accustomed to a more casual attire during his creative endeavors. Signing the lease agreement, he noticed an additional clause reinforcing the suit requirement and its extension to everyday living in the guest house.

Curiosity piqued, Jason asked Mr. Reynolds about the dress code's origins and rationale. The landlord's eyes gleamed with pride as he recounted stories of a bygone era, where gentlemen embodied elegance and refinement. Jason listened attentively, initially skeptical of the strict requirements but intrigued by the rich history behind them.

In the first few days, Jason reluctantly donned his shirt and tie, often opting for a white dress shirt or occasionally experimenting with a touch of color. However, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves during solitary moments, relishing the comfort of casualness in his private space.

Mr. Reynolds, while adamant about the dress code, recognized Jason's compromise and allowed him minor freedom within the confines of the guest house. He agreed that as long as Jason was alone, he could roll up his sleeves.  But whenever Jason had to meet Mr. Reynolds in person, he found himself instinctively unrolling his sleeves, tightening his cuffs, and donning a suitcoat without a second thought. It was an unspoken tribute to the respect he held for his landlord and the traditions he upheld.

In the beginning, Jason found himself somewhat ill-equipped to fully embrace the dress code requirements of his new living arrangement. With only a couple of pairs of dress pants and a handful of shirts and ties, his wardrobe felt limited and uninspiring. However, Mr. Reynolds recognized Jason's genuine effort and saw an opportunity to help him fully embrace this way of life.

One sunny Saturday morning, Mr. Reynolds invited Jason for an unexpected outing. Curiosity piqued, Jason accepted the invitation, unaware of the surprises that lay ahead. As they strolled through the city's bustling streets, Mr. Reynolds introduced him to a world of sartorial wonders.

  Their first stop was a renowned tailor, where Mr. Reynolds shared his insights on fabric quality, the perfect fit, and the nuances of choosing the right suit. Jason marveled at the meticulous attention to detail and craftsmanship that went into creating a well-tailored garment. Guided by Mr. Reynolds' expertise, Jason selected a couple of impeccably fitted suits, each exuding its own unique charm.

Next, they ventured into a sophisticated men's boutique, where a plethora of shirts and ties awaited them. Mr. Reynolds, acting as Jason's personal style guru, imparted his wisdom on color combinations, pattern mixing, and the art of accessorizing. With each shirt and tie carefully selected, Jason felt a surge of confidence and a newfound appreciation for the myriad possibilities within his grasp.

It was during this shopping spree that Mr. Reynolds introduced Jason to bowties. They perused an array of elegant and quirky designs, exploring different textures, colors, and patterns. With patience and guidance, Mr. Reynolds taught Jason the intricacies of tying a bowtie, ensuring it sat perfectly at the collar of his shirts. After a while, Jason came to prefer the bowtie, which became Jason's signature, a symbol of his growing affinity for the dress code and his own evolving style.

As they perused the shoe store, Mr. Reynolds insisted on adding high-quality dress shoes to Jason's collection, perfectly matching different suit colors and styles. Mr. Reynolds' generosity extended further as he surprised Jason with a selection of essential accessories, including cufflinks, pocket squares, belts, and tie clips.

Not stopping there, Mr. Reynolds also handpicked high-quality underwear, socks, and even a couple of sock garters, emphasizing the importance of attention to detail in achieving a polished and refined appearance. These items were a thoughtful present from Mr. Reynolds, further enhancing Jason's evolving style and commitment to professionalism.

Leaving the shoe store, they next arrived at a traditional barber shop that exuded an air of nostalgia. Stepping inside, they were greeted by the warm hum of buzzing clippers, the scent of aftershave, and the lively chatter of patrons sharing stories.

As Jason sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs, Mr. Reynolds turned to him with a mischievous grin. "Today, my friend, we shall embark on a new chapter of your transformation," he declared, beckoning the barber with a nod.

The skilled barber, with his years of experience etched on his face, listened attentively as Mr. Reynolds explained his vision. He then turned to Jason, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Trust me, young man," he said, his voice carrying a soothing confidence. "I have a style in mind that will complement your features and maintain the professionalism you strive for."

Jason, intrigued and willing to place his trust in Mr. Reynolds' hands once again, nodded in agreement. However, he did express his reservations about a few hairstyles he felt wouldn't suit him. The barber nodded understandingly, appreciating Jason's desire for a style that felt more aligned with his personal taste.

With a careful eye and skilled hands, the barber set to work, gracefully maneuvering his tools through Jason's hair. As the minutes ticked by, Jason found himself entranced by the transformation unfolding before him in the mirror.

Gently, the barber styled Jason's hair, sculpting it to perfection. He shaped the sides and back, maintaining a clean and polished appearance, while leaving enough length on top to allow for versatility. Jason's hair no longer appeared unkempt; instead, it exuded a sense of purpose and sophistication.

As the barber finished his masterpiece, he twirled his chair to face Jason. The young man's eyes widened with pleasant surprise. His hair, now meticulously coiffed, struck a delicate balance between refined elegance and contemporary charm. It perfectly complemented his facial features, enhancing his overall appearance without compromising his unique sense of self.

Mr. Reynolds, observing Jason's metamorphosis, beamed with pride. Their shared journey had transformed not only Jason but also the bond between tenant and landlord. It was a testament to the power of mentorship, friendship, and the willingness to embrace change.

As Jason stepped out of the barber shop, the warm sunlight caressed his face, and he breathed in the fragrant air of newfound self-assurance. With a final glance back at the barber shop, he nodded to Mr. Reynolds, grateful for the guidance that had led him to this moment.

With his wardrobe now complete, Jason stood before the mirror, admiring the transformation that had taken place. The suits, shirts, ties, and accessories exuded an aura of elegance and sophistication. Every element of his attire had been carefully chosen, each piece coming together to create a harmonious ensemble that reflected not only the city's dress code but also his personal journey.

From that day forward, Jason not only wore the dress code with pride but also carried himself with an air of professionalism and confidence that commanded respect. The suits, shoes, and carefully chosen accessories became a second skin, reminding him of the values he held dear and the sense of identity he had discovered in the process.

As he stepped out into the world, fully adorned in the gifts bestowed upon him by Mr. Reynolds, Jason felt a deep sense of gratitude and purpose. His appearance now aligned with the standards of Westbrook, and he was determined to honor the dress code not only in his attire but also in his conduct and contributions to the community.

As weeks turned into months, Jason's wardrobe transformed from a meager collection to a meticulously curated ensemble. The collaboration between tenant and landlord continued, as Mr. Reynolds shared his expertise in garment care, teaching Jason the importance of proper laundering, pressing, and maintaining the longevity of his clothing.

As Jason walked through the city streets, his meticulously crafted suits, perfectly tied bowties, and a confident smile became a testament to the transformative journey he had undertaken. He had grown from a hesitant tenant into a staunch supporter of the dress code, understanding that it was not merely a set of rules, but a symbol of dignity, respect, and the pursuit of excellence.

The city of Westbrook, with its streets adorned by elegantly dressed men, recognized Jason as a model of their unique traditions. He had become a part of the tapestry that wove together the city's identity, a living embodiment of the values it held dear. And with each passing day, as he continued to honor the dress code, Jason embraced a sense of pride and belonging that he had never experienced before.

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It's all about ME, ME, ME!

My fave music

Well for those who still haven't know me, obviously Avril Lavigne is my ultimate no 1 Favourite! I've love her as long as i can remember. She's my IDOL. And I've learned a lot from her.  Im damn proud and happy for her huge comeback this year. She's AMAZING. Let them know she still Rock N Roll!!!  I also do love Taylor Swift. Can't believe She's rules the music world era for years, and she the same age as me. The other music I listen to and really enjoy include Pink, Simple Plan, Billie Ellis, Justin Timberlake, Eminem, the Black Eyed Peas, Jason Derulo, Shawn Mendes. 

My fave book

I  really love Bloom by Estee Lalonde. Been rereading her book so often. Such an inspiring book for me. Always sth that motivate me to do better in life. I also do book from Tanya Burr, Love Tanya, Girl Online by Zoe Sugg, La Candy a novel, series by Lauren Conrad, and also anything by Rainbow Rowell and Sophie Kinsella. Basically, I simply love anything girly, chic flick novels.

My fave two makeup product

Well Honestly I actually only wear this two makeup whenever I'm going out. Simply cant be bothered with the others. First my fave lipgloss,the Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb Universal Lip Luminizer. Its super cute, and I love the shiny light pink shade. It have shea butter enriches from within. Wearing it sure makes my lips look instantly fuller, with a non-sticky formula that’s super shiny and has an addictive peach-vanilla scent I just can’t get enough of. I loves smoky eye and light lip look. One can never forget my fave signature smoky, kohl-rimmed eyes.So yeah my second fave makeup will be my black eyeliner esp MAC Eye Kohl Eyeliner. Been using this since my early teens! I'd always LOVES those black eyes when I was younger, in fact, I still do now too actually. I still will use whatever I could get my hands on. It was so hard to find a black eyeliner that had pigment. Everything i put on was gray. So It was a lot of smudging with eyeliner. 

My List of The World Hottest Guys:

My HUSBAND! of coz, dhuh!

My Dad!

Adam Levine

Andrew Garfield

Ryan Reynolds

Eminem

The Yana Diet on how to maintain my body figure!

Lol! Firstly, damn. Im not afraid to eat fast food as often as I can. From McDonald to KFC, to Dominos I always order the largest portion of Fries or Pizza.otherwise, I tend to just want more. Hehe. 

I eat pasta as often as I can too. I cook the best tuna mayo fussili pasta at home. Fast and easy recipe that I come up with one rainy day! My own creations! So telll me again, who says I can't and dunno how to cook? Just because I don't post about my cooking that often over on the internet doesn't mean I can't surprise my hubby by cooking dinner once awhile. Alhamdulliah, my hubby LOVES it. not because he suppose to, but because he genuinely think it really taste marvellous. He often request me to make dem!

I loves eating sushi, esp salmon sashimi. Yums!The combination of fresh fish, rice and seasonings makes sushi a perfect healthy meal, at least for me! 

I do eat as much chocolate as I can. For me, chocolate seems sinful, and therefore they never fails to makes me happy. My favourite will always be Kinder Buneo!

One thing for sure,I NEVER take any diet/Vitamin pills ever. Simply said I don't do drugs.

Generally,I do what I want, eat what I want, whenever I want. Life too short not to enjoy it. 

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Grass Roots and Herman's Hermits in Concert.

Oldies but Goodies.



By Robert M Massimi.Published less than a minute ago • 5 min read

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Until his death in 2011, band member Rob Grill chose replacement band members who would carry on the band's sound for years to come. Since that time, "The Grass Roots" play 100 shows a year throughout the country. Originally from the Los Angeles California area, the band was known for their Folk Rock, pop, pop rock and sunshine pop (arguably, some would even put them in the psychedelic pop category as well).

The band today features the heart and soul of the band, bassist, vocalist Mark Dawson, Joe Dougherty on drums, Larry Nelson on keyboards and Dusty Hanvey on lead guitar. Continuing on its traditions, the band last night churned out 11 songs; aside from a questionable choice of order in those songs, they made their hour onstage pleasurable.

Original songwriters P.F. Sloan and Steve Barri were tremendous in the arrangements, the changing harmonies that earned them 29 charting singles- 13 of which went gold. Only 9 other bands have charted more hits on Billboards Hot 100 than The Grass Roots.

Opening with "I'd Wait a Million Years", the band put the crowd into a groove. The band's second song, "Sooner or Later" should have been the evenings last one. Always a fan favorite, it maybe their most recognizable song. Using a popular Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds cover: "Don't Pull Your Love" was the perfect lead in to the pensive "Let's Live for Today".

As the band really gained their traction, the evenings seventh song and perhaps should have been the second to last song song is the very popular rendition by the band "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Grows" (Edison Lighthouse cover). The Grass Roots popularized this song in the 70's, bringing it to number two on the charts. I am not sure why the band played "Where Where You When I Needed You", a Herman's Hermits song, but they really had a soulful version of this song. This song showed the talent of Larry Nelson on Keyboards.

Ending with "The River Is Wide" and "Midnight Confessions" are two that I would have reconsidered. The Grass Roots are a upbeat band, and are know for their pop, upbeat songs. I think that these two are not signature songs of the band, and a poor choice to close with.

This Grass Roots for the most part fit the image that Rob Grill wanted and imagined. Dusty Hanvey at times struggled on the lead guitar. His playing went from excellent to fair throughout the night. Joe Dougherty at times sounded like he was chopping wood on the drums. His down-strokes were to obtuse making the back beat too staccato. The lighting which is usually a strong point at The Morristown Performing Arts Center was not clear and the choice of colors were questionable. The colors did not match the genre of the music played. At Three Dog Night just two weeks ago, the colors washed well to the music; tonight it just didn't have the proper vibe.

Herman's Hermits.

Peter Noone, from Davyhulme, Lancashire, England got his training as an actor, musician and singer at Manchester college of music and drama. It was there that he founded the group "The Heartbeats". The band would later change its name to Harmans Hermits and later, Herman's Hermits. Noone had taken the role of conductor of the band and from there, Herman's Hermits had a sound of its own.

Because of his training as an actor, Noone (like David Bowie) was always able to bring excitement to the audience. As such, Herman's Hermits quickly became acclaimed as a talented band with a real character as their front man. Having been on regular T.V. shows like The Jackie Gleason show as well as Dean and many more, Noone would act in movies as well. A talented guitarist, pianist, Noone was sought after across all artist boundaries.

In the familiar Union Jack backdrop, Herman's Hermits performed 22 songs in total (many were short formed songs like Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire", "Start Me Up" by the Rolling Stones, "Benny and The Jets", Elton John, "All My Lovin", The Beatles, "Day Dream Believer", The Monkeys and "Do Wah Diddy Diddy"; to Noone, it is as much about the showmanship as it it is the show! And what a showman he is! It did not take long for the audience to figure out that he has an incredible scale range and that his energy makes it difficult to believe that he is 75 years old. Both fit and energized, Peter Noone marched all over the stage in perpetual motion (even in the audience) for an hour and fifteen minutes.

Playing all their hits: "I'm Into Something Good", "Dandy", "Silhouettes", "Mrs. Brown", "You've Got a Lovely Daughter" and ending with their two biggest hits: "I'm Henry the Vlll" and "There's a Kind of Hush", the band was tight all night long feeding the beast of its singer. The stage setup was such that the front man was front and center. The lead and bassist were in the backdrop over Noone's right shoulder, the drummer set far behind his center and the organist off to the left. After all, there is only room for the one big personality at the front, or anywhere near the front.

Like The Grass Roots, Peter Noone was self depreciating about his age, his carrier, where he has been and what he and the band have accomplished. In his British humor he makes fun of his band mates, his family, himself and even his aging audience. Like The Grass Roots, one thing is for certain: both bands love what they do in playing music, still out on the road entertaining their adoring fans.

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Georgia’s Lake Oconee an oasis just waiting to be discovered This 'lake country' playground is a year-round destination

An oasis awaits you at the Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee (Photo by Chris Bartlett)

Sunrise over the lake at The Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee (Photo by Chris Bartlett)

If making spring and summer travel plans are on your agenda, an oasis awaits you at Lake Oconee, about 85 miles east of Atlanta, amid the lush Georgia hillsides, underneath a stunning canopy of evergreen-forested trees. It is here, in “lake country,” that the year-round playground of Reynolds Lake Oconee https://bit.ly/3AojqGD  can be explored for an incredible golf-centric trip with friends, a romantic couple’s getaway or a family escape.  Many guests love the destination so much that they make it their year ‘round or second home-residence.  The Ritz-Carlton, Reynolds, Lake Oconee  https://bit.ly/420HzyB  is the crown jewel located within the lifestyle-centric community. The resort offers something for everyone; boating, fishing, swimming, hiking, bird watching, serene sunrise strolls upon the exquisite lakefront resort, a spa retreat, shopping and of course, cuisine prepared by talented chefs. Golfers can choose from five nationally ranked golf courses designed by famed golf course architects including Rees Jones, Jack Nicklaus, Tom Fazio and Bob Cupp.

Great Water Golf Course (Photo by Evan Schiller)

Those who want more than just a luxurious guest room, the cottages and The Lake House at The Ritz Carlton feature multiple bedrooms, kitchens, private outdoor space, and a living room.

For those who want to experience what it is like to live at one of Reynolds Lake Oconee communities, choose from National Club cottages, The Landing Cottages or The Village at Lake Club Pointe.  To whet your appetite for this experience check it out here: https://bit.ly/440CiZN

Water enthusiasts, get ready for an exhilarating jet-ski experience, a fishing outing, or head out on a pontoon boat or classic Hacker-Craft boat.

There’s no shortage of places to get into the water. The Infinity pool has spectacular views of the lake. Kids will embrace the family pool where they can splash and play in the geysers and on the splash pads. Splash Shack comes to the rescue when hunger hits, featuring light fare, frozen cocktails, wine, and beer.Lap swimmers can get their exercise in the Indoor spa pool. Hours are set aside for adult lap swimming as well as family swim time. Those who enjoy the beach will welcome the private beach at Lake Oconee. Hungry or need a drink to cool down at the beach… check out the Sand Bar.

Family pool at The Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee (Photo courtesy of Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee)

Live it up by renting a poolside cabana. Not only will you enjoy private seating…the amenities include a freshly sliced-fruit tray, sunscreen, television, cooling system, phone charger, refrigerator with water and soft drinks.

I knew it was going to be a relaxing experience dining at the resort’s “Gaby’s by the Lake” restaurant when I saw the slogan on the sign that says, “No shirt, No Shoes, Our Pleasure.” The signature dish, Lobster Grilled Cheese is a must. Chock full of lobster salad with hints of tarragon, it is topped with Havarti cheese and served on brioche bread. The BBQ Pork Nachos (pulled pork, tortilla chips, Queso cheese, Cotija cheese and bourbon BBQ sauce, served with Pico de Gallo, guacamole, salsa and sour cream) is enough to share. I am told the “Philly” (ribeye, peppers, onions, provolone, garlic aioli served on a hoagie roll) could perhaps win a Philly Cheesesteak competition! While dining, you’ll enjoy the most inspiring vistas of Lake Oconee.

Entrance to Gaby’s by the Lake at The Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee where the motto is “No shirt, No Shoes, Our Pleasure.” (Photo by Stephen Fries)

Dine alfresco at Gaby’s By the Lake at The Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee (Photo courtesy of Ritz Carlton Reynolds Lake Oconee)

For more formal dining, Linger Longer Steakhouse serves dinner where you can peek into the open kitchen and watch the chefs meticulously performing their craft. The design of the restaurant makes you feel as if you were dining in a stylish lakeside home. The two-sided stone fireplace adds to the elegance of the room. Prepared on the wood-fired grill, choose from the 8-ounce barrel-cut filet mignon, 7-ounce Australian Wagyu striploin, an 18-ounce Delmonico ribeye among other cuts. Indulge with the “Butcher’s Reserve,” a 40-ounce Porterhouse with foie gras butter. Choose from a selection of sauces: red wine, Bearnaise, green peppercorn, chimichurri, or horseradish cream. Not a red meat eater, no worries. The menu includes a selection of fish dishes: striped bass, king salmon, diver sea scallops, and little neck clams. Leave it to the chef – with the “Chef’s Adventure” menu, where you’ll discover what inspired the chef that day. The menu describes it as “a one-of-a-kind tasting menu – culinary adventure featuring seasonal flavors, textures, and creativity.”

Bourbon connoisseurs, get ready for the Barrel Room, where certified bourbon stewards will match your tastes with the perfect pour. The stewards have curated a collection so you can experience rare bourbons and whiskeys. Of course, wines, from the extensive list, and other cocktails, can be sipped on as well, in the beautifully appointed room. Although libations may be the focus, there are creative small plates available to savor while sipping. You’ll be tempted to try Roasted Spicy Cauliflower (pan roasted, herb blue cheese spread, fennel, petite arugula), Barrel Room Sliders (angus beef patty, horseradish-cheddar cheese, caramelized onions) or Brisket Flatbread (smoked brisket, jalapenos, cheddar cheese, cilantro, blueberry BBQ sauce). And, for dessert, Georgia Peach (white chocolate-peach mousse, spiced-peach core, oatmeal-amaretto cookie crumble, passionfruit gel). Chocoholics can get their fix with the German Chocolate Cake (flourless chocolate cake, caramel coconut pecan filling, chocolate sauce, cherry limeade sorbet, toasted marshmallow, chocolate crumble).

Guests at The Ritz Carlton have access to Sandy Creek Sporting Grounds. It was here where I learned clay shooting for the first time (very fun)! Justin Jones, an expert in the development and management of elite resort shooting facilities, has the patience to bring comfort and confidence as you learn the sport. There is a 20- station sporting clays course, plus shooting and archery ranges. Not into this sport, there is fishing, kayaking, canoeing, and an off-roading course. Check out the scenery here – as Justin talks about Sandy Creek Sporting Grounds https://bit.ly/3V8xP3h

Bringing the kids along…  Ritz Kids Lake Adventures will keep those who are ages five to twelve occupied for a full or half-day. Their clubhouse has an interactive play floor where they can have loads of fun. Each day, there is a themed experience planned.

On select weekend evenings, the songwriter series hosts songwriters and bands providing music of different genres.

Check out this video where Anne Titlebaum, Director of Operations at The Ritz Carlton talks about the amenities at the resort. https://youtu.be/hTJlbiQux1s

For those who own a home at Reynolds Lake Oconee, planned activities and events will keep you busy. Those interested in the culinary arts will be pleased with the chef series, classes, and curated wine dinners. Executive Chef Zouhair Bellout is at the helm, overseeing the vast food and beverage establishments of the community. I had the opportunity to take one of his classes. Ricotta gnocchi (gnudi) was on the menu.

Reynolds Lake Oconee Executive Chef Zouhair Bellout shows off the gnudi dish the class made. (Photo by Stephen Fries)

3 cups ricotta, moisture removed

4 eggs

2 cups grated parmesan

2 cups flour

Salt and pepper to taste

Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Put the ricotta and eggs in a large bowl and mix well, add the parmesan, flour salt and pepper and mix to incorporate all of the ingredients. If mixture is too moist and sticky, add a bit more flour. On a floured surface, roll out the dough into ropes, about ¾ inch in diameter. Cut the log into ¾ inch pieces and use a gnocchi roller for making the ridged surface that allows the sauce you use to adhere to the gnudi. You could also choose to roll into small balls. Gently place the gnudi in the boiling water a few at a time. When they float to the top carefully remove from the boiling water. Enjoy with your favorite sauce.

The finished dish from the fun gnudi making class with Reynolds Lake Oconee Executive Chef Zouhair Bellout (Photo by Chris Bartlett)

No trip to the area would be complete without a visit to nearby Madison, Ga. This historic town escaped widespread destruction during the Civil War. It is an internationally renowned destination for history, gardening, architectural and antique enthusiasts. Check out Town 220 Restaurant, www.town220.com , Oconee Coffee Roasters, Madison ChopHouse https://www.oconeecoffee.com/  Grille www.madisonchophousegrille.com  and Patisserie on Main https://bit.ly/445O3y2  For more about historic Madison, named “1 Of the 55 Most Beautiful Small Towns in America” by Architectural Digest, go to www.visitmadisonga.com .  It says, “When you think of a quaint Southern town with magnolia trees and antebellum homes, Madison-60 miles east of Atlanta –is just that.”

Stephen Fries, is a newly retired professor and coordinator of the Hospitality Management Programs at Gateway Community College, in New Haven, CT. He has been a food and culinary travel columnist for the past 14 years and is co-founder of and host of “Worth Tasting,” a culinary walking tour of downtown New Haven, CT. He is a board member of the International Association of Culinary Professionals. Stephen@stephenfries.com For more, go to stephenfries.com.

[naturecoaster]

Hernando County Septic Upgrade Program offers up to $7,500 to residents in Weeki Wachee Springs PFA

The Florida Department of Environmental Protection (FDEP) through Hernando County will provide incentive payments for eligible recipients of up to $7,500 per installation to encourage homeowners to voluntarily remediate existing conventional septic systems. All payments will be made on the homeowner’s behalf directly to the licensed contractor. This program encourages homeowners located in eligible areas to make improvements and to offset the costs of those improvements. The purpose of the Hernando County Septic Upgrade Incentive Program is to encourage homeowners to voluntarily remediate existing conventional septic systems also known as Onsite Sewage Treatment and Disposal Systems (OSTDS) to include nitrogen reducing enhancements. The incentive program is intended to offset a portion of homeowner costs by providing certified septic system installers and licensed plumbers with up to $7,500 for the installation of enhanced nitrogen-reducing features to existing homes within Hernando County that are located within the Weeki Wachee Springs Priority Focus Area. Hernando County Septic Upgrade Incentive Program Qualifications In order to qualify for the program, your property address must be located within the designated Weeki Wachee Springs Priority Focus Area (PFA). To find out if you are in the program area, contact Tara Reynolds by calling 850-681-3717. Your property address must not be located within an area designated for sewer connection. You must own the property in which you are applying septic upgrades for, and you must not be delinquent on property taxes for any given tax year. Construction Process All work included in the contract will be between the homeowner and the contractor. The homeowner will select a contractor from the list of participating contractors to perform the enhanced septic upgrade work. All work will be awarded to licensed plumbers/septic contractors in compliance with grant specifications and licensing requirements. Contractors will be paid with grant funds with a limit of $7,500 maximum award amount. Contracts exceeding this amount must be paid for with homeowner funds once the $7,500 maximum has been reached. At contract signing, the homeowner must make payment to the contractor for the contract amount that exceeds the $7,500 limit. Application Process Thank you for your interest in the Hernando County Septic Upgrade Incentive Program. Eligible applicants will be served on a first come/first served basis. All signatures must be in blue ink to distinguish originals from copies. Scanned, faxed, or email copies of applications will not be accepted. Please submit a copy of your warranty deed or a copy of your property card from the property appraiser’s office. All property taxes must be current, each applicant will be reviewed and if property taxes are not current, you will not be eligible for grant funding until all past due property taxes are paid. If you have a question or problem, you may contact Tara Reynolds, Government Services Group, Inc. at the following number: (850) 681-3717. Applications for assistance in the program are accepted on a first come, first served basis, as funds are available. For more information, visit Septic Upgrade Incentive Program | Hernando County, FL Read the full article

[yourstarringrole]

she's all i wanna be

today, she is lorelei andez.

she wakes up at 4 a.m. she gives herself time to rejuvenate from a night drenched in liquor and secrets. she lights a candle and cleanses herself with burning sage and crystals. she takes a half-an-hour long bath, because lorelei values her ‘me’ time for self love.

she does her make-up, going with as little as eyeliner, blush and a little bit of highlighter. lorelei believes in the afterglow of her sun-kissed skin, so she will believe in it too. she glues on a pearl, just under each black butterfly wing accentuating her eye shape.

she looks herself in the mirror for a moment. she grabs her favourite tube of lipstick. she puts it on, and on the mirror writes ‘xoxo’. she hesitates for a faction, then kisses the reflection of herself.

she undresses. the sunlight bends at her will. she decides on a lace bralette and her beige blazer with black jeans and 3-inch stilettos. lorelei lives for champagne gold and rings. she puts on 5 rings in total, even the one made of jade that she swore never to put on due to it’s history. she puts on her signature designer cologne.

she makes herself breakfast. sliced avocado and egg toast, with a side of earl grey. she doesn’t rush herself, lorelei does not like to be rushed. she places her phone on the other end of the table, she doesn’t need to be distracted focusing on herself. she takes 7 bites out of the toast and decides it was enough to last her through the morning.

she packs her purse with her phone, her wallet and keys. her headphones are in its casing, along with chocolate and a water bottle. she checks for her lipgloss and spare earrings, lorelei’s always the one to be prepared for any occasion, and does up the magnets. she places her laptop in its carrier and puts on her vintage sunglasses.

she sits in the lecture hall, taking notes for the english literature lecture. she kept her handwriting neat, aligned with the grids of her notebook and in elegant cursive. every once in a while, she takes a sip from her fruit-infused tea, not missing a beat of the discussion on of Shakespeare’s Othello. she sits at the middle rows, front and centre. she participates occasionally, because lorelei would know everyone’s watching her every move.

she takes the subway home, missing her stop on purpose. she watches the daylight drain from the rain-stained windows of the metro and reads her French novel. she feels another sit next to her and smiles at them. they smile back and make brief conversation. they exchange phone numbers, the stranger leaves. she feels a foreign feeling swell in her guts and sighs. lorelei loves this feeling.

she unlocks the door and places the fresh ingredients on the counter. she changes out of her day clothes into her oversized sweater. she pulls her hair up to a bun and makes caesar salad with a poached egg and parmesan cheese. she has it with a cup of apple tea, on the couch, with her favourite series playing on the television. lorelei knows the best way to cure a hectic day.

she cleans herself of makeup and does her skin care routine. she cleans off the mirror and does her nails to the radio. she dances to her favourite songs in her room and drinks a few more glasses of water, because that’s what lorelei loves about nights in her room alone.

she was out like a light by 10:30 p.m.

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today, she is tate reynolds.

she wakes up at 6:40 a.m. she lays in bed for 10 minutes more. she gets over her existential dread and puts on her favourite pairs of stockings. she flips through her magazines with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, on the floor of the living room. she leaves the curtains open and bites back a smile when the sun rays warm up her skin. tate may hate mornings, but the sun, before it ripens into a sweltering afternoon, is her reason to live on.

she puts her playlist on full volume and curls her hair. she sings to herself in the mirror, making a mental note to keep the beautiful little art form to herself and herself only. tate loves to see herself energised and thrilled for the day yet to come. she plays around with her perfumes and draws text emojis on her cheek, flushed from all the dancing. she decides on a small ‘:p’ and twirls her hair in between her fingers.

she turns on her stereo and undresses. she decides halfway to undo the blinds and lay in the sun spot on her bed. she gets up when her phone chimes with a text, because tate always knows what to say, and responds after a few moments of consideration. she pokes another hole in the new belt she bought and threaded them through the loops of her suit pants. she switches out her bra for a red corset top and an oversized black cardigan. she layers her pearl necklaces and weaves a ribbon through her hair.

she has another cup of coffee, with skimmed milk and vanilla this time, and made herself pancakes with assorted berries. she buries her toppings in whipped cream and has it on the carpet, leaning against the corduroy loveseat. she puts her hand up against the sunlight and squints, letting the halo of gold filter through the gaps of her fingers. tate is immortal, and the sun is her only eternal companion.

she finishes the stack of pancakes and places the dishes in the sink. she saves the cup of coffee for later, because tate cannot stay awake at all without it. she picks out her heels, 6-inch nudes with attached silver chains. she puts on her safety pin earrings and lays on her sofa, awaiting her friends’ notice. she thinks, tate tends to overthink a lot of things, weighing the pros and cons of the outing.

she sits, shotgun, in her best friend’s Porsche. she listens to them gossip, never intervenes. she watches the malibu sun float along the light-bleached clouds and closes her eyes. she takes initiative to undo the roof of the car and link her streaming service to the speaker system. she plays infinite by lyn lapid, because the song has made home and lives in tate’s heart, and takes in the scent of leather and oceans. she is forever 16, and she doesn’t have the luxury of dying young.

she lets her friends pick out her clothes in each store. she tries them on, and whether she likes it or not, she showcases it to them. she treats them to gelato and smiles when they get it on the tip of their noses. tate loves each one of her friends with her own life. she sits with them, on the beach, with her magazines while they splash each other with saltwater by the shoreline. she thinks to herself, this is the life lorde talks about in her songs, and lets the golden sky devour each longing inch of her skin.

she invites her friends over. she borrows to them her stash of hoodies and they stay in for the night. she takes pictures with her polaroid camera and films moments of their sleepover on her video camera. she captures as much of the euphoria bleeding from each second that passes as she possibly could, and records it all on rolls and rolls of video tape. tate will miss them, and she always does her best to keep as many pieces of them as her fingers and memory would allow her to.

she talks to them. about her life. they listen and kiss her on the cheeks. they rope her into a hug, and god, it feels so good to be touched again. they tell her it’s okay, and for once she believes them, because tate knows the consequences of not trusting her friends enough. they pop open a bottle of tequila and they make cake together. she smooths out the frosting and sneak in extra pieces of chocolate truffle. they sit, together, under the midnight sky, out on the front porch with pieces of the cake, and feel.

she falls asleep last, by the window seat of her room, with a bottle of half-empty liquor, at 2:37 a.m.

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today, she is demilia locke.

she wakes up at 9:49 a.m. she doesn’t want to get out of bed. she stays in bed for another 2 hours. she puts on her reading glasses and lights a candle. she gathers her tablet and stack of annotated books and flipped through them, reading over every highlighted verse with nostalgia. she browses on tumblr, through all the feeds with aesthetic quotations and low-quality images that seemed cut out from a magazine.

she pulls a hoodie on, over her oversized band t-shirt. she doesn’t bother fixing her hair, because who was going to see her like this anyway? she washes her face and sits on in the dry bathtub with her face in a white fluffy towel for a few minutes.

she slices up an assortment of fruit to the steady rainfall. she accidentally cuts her thumb. she runs it under cold water and leaves the little wound alone. she tosses the fruit pieces in a bowl and pours herself a mug of hot water. she lays on the carpet and feels the centre of gravity shift inside of her. it sinks, down her veins, until it gathers like a bruise where her skin connects the floor.

she has her fruit salad in silence. the silence helps demi think. she traces her eyes over the walls, over each pigmented pattern etched on. she blows on the hot water and admires the way white smoke drifts off until it thins into invisibility. she takes a sip and breathes out a sigh.

she washes the dishes and dries them off, putting back to where they originated from. she returns to her room, to her bed. she removes her laptop from her backpack and places it above her sheets. she opens it, runs her fingers over each sticker surrounding the display retina. each one has it’s story, and demi loves each one more than she did life.

she opens another word document and stared at the blank page. she couldn’t feel anything. she puts on her writer’s playlist. the only thing she could hear was her heartbeat choking her by the throat. she slams the laptop shut and lies down. maybe she cries a little, but that’s okay, creative burnouts happen all the time for demi.

she feels horrible. so she turns on her current series. she takes pictures of scenes and matches lyrics to them. she whispers each lyric to herself, sacred as any oath and smile a little when it planted a soft candle-like glow inside of her chest.

she opens her laptop again and types. she spills her guts out onto the page, until grey and white blurs with ink. she feels a hollow beckoning that came with its catharsis, one that strangely brings her enough peace to look up. it was dark outside, her clock reading 4:19 a.m.

she writes some more, and passes out somewhere in between the lines of passing time.

and she woke up.

today, she is eris darklight.

[burlveneer-music]

Pamela Z - Echolocation - reissue of 1988 experimental new wave LP featuring vocal looping; really psyched to be reintroduced to this artist that I saw live on a visit to San Francisco in 1992. My most distinct memory of that show is “Bald Boyfriend,” not on this album but a video exists (at bottom of post).

Born in Buffalo, New York in 1956, Pamela Z has spent her time performing and composing towards the singular objective of finding sounds yet unfelt. Beginning as singer-songwriter on the guitar while studying music in Boulder, Colorado, most of Z’s musical ventures centered around covering artists like Joni Mitchell and Malvina Reynolds B-sides. While getting gigs around the Denver metro-area and moonlighting as a radio host for public radio station KGNU playing tunes spanning from “Varèse to the Ramones, to the Roches, to Pauline Oliveros”, she soon realized she should be building towards the sounds she listened to so much. This revelation dovetailed with the rise of home taping, the zenith of synthesizer culture, and the acquisition of a digital delay pedal, the Ibanez-DM1000, to bring her the signature sound she continues to perfect. Echolocation was composed by Pamela Z at a time where her name and presence were only beginning to send shockwaves to the Bay Area New Music scene and later the world. Freedom To Spend re-releases Z’s 1988 limited run, cassette only debut onto the New Music scene; a lush tapestry of deep listening vocal meditations, MIDI explorations, and operatic art rock junctures. Echolocation proves in its runtime to still be searching after over three decades since its deliverance. 

All pieces composed and performed by Pamela Z Synthesizers on “I Know” by Donald Swearingen Drums on “I Know” by Shof Synthesizers and drum programming on “An In” by Bill Stefanacci The text of “Pop Titles ‘You’” was taken from a 1986 issue of The Phonolog Report The recordings are presented in the best fidelity possible but occasionally betray the limitations of the master source. Originally released on Zed in 1988. Licensed under permission and in cooperation with Pamela Z. Come! Mend! On behalf of Pamela Z, a portion of the proceeds from this release will benefit The Center for New Music, which fosters contemporary music’s growth by giving practicing artists access to professional resources and expertise, and by providing them with opportunities for sharing knowledge and exploring new ideas.  centerfornewmusic.com

[fluentinswiftsongs]

What album do you think is she going to drop next?

100% it’s gonna be 1989. Simply just because of what she wore at the Brits this year and the fact that she wouldn’t drop red, her signature fall album, in the middle of summer. Any Easter eggs that she’s given away about red probably meant that she was re-recording red at the time. Plus, wildest dreams (Taylor’s version) is already out in that horse film trailer just like love story was used in the Ryan Reynolds advert.

Overall my prediction is

1. 1989 sometime this summer

2. Red in the fall

3. Speak now late December, early next year

4. Taylor swift - I’m just filling in the gap

5. And rep will be last. I know she has to wait 5 years since it’s release date before releasing something to do with legal rights or copy rights idk

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