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To be fair, a lot of musicals are kinda shitty because they try to have too much standard acting. If you need more than a brief spoken intro to the next song, you’re fucking things up. There’s exceptions, but very, very few because switching back and forth is just a hard thing for an audience to do, even if they enjoy musicals (and I do).

It isn’t even about empathy imo, it’s about sustaining the flow of a story. Something like Willy Wonka can work because the songs are supposed to be a break in the flow of the story. The oompa loompas serve a specific role, and thus the movie isn’t really a musical.

Something like rent, though, there’s very few breaks between the songs, and they’re structured well enough that most people aren’t jarred out of the immersion. But most isn’t all, and it really doesn’t mean anything if musicals don’t work for you; it isn’t some kind of flaw.

And thus the eldritch horror that is existence pulled yet another drip of unnoticed life into its gravity

Eh, I’ve had ideas in my head similar to this, percolating around.

I’ve done retelling of Cinderella through trans lensing as a bedtime story, and have kinda sketched it out for eventual writing down in detail, but I’ve got three projects ahead of it that are going really slow because that’s how I write: slooooooow.

This specific idea is a good one, but I think it would work best as a short story rather than a longer form. Maybe novella length at most. I can kinda see the layout of the story, and without a very clear vision of what happens after they’ve stepped into their prophecized role, it would fall apart past that point.

So it would be best served as a story with an open ended finish rather than a conclusion. That’s not something that satisfies most readers. They don’t think “and Rebecca walked out the castle gate, sword in hand” is an ending. But that’s what the natural ending of this idea is. Once the girl is her full self, it’s just another fantasy trope unless you’re really careful, and even then wouldn’t sustain very well without some serious passion on the part of the author.

I’m fairly often going to sleep in jeans too. I buy comfy jeans for one thing; nothing that’s going to bind anything sensitive. I’m also prone to bouts of insomnia, which means getting up and down a good bit. I like my stuff with me, when I’m rambling around the house. Since I have pockets full of useful things that I’ve also made fairly comfy to move around with, I don’t have any issues sleeping with full pockets either, if I can sleep at all.

Besides, I can rest easy knowing they no matter what happens, I have one less thing to get ready in an emergency.

Every time I go to my kid’s school, I am amazed at the difference between my day and now.

That time I went, there were kids just in pajamas and slippers. Not just one or two, dozens, and it wasn’t some special day.

Then there’s the dressier kids in lounge pants and whatever giant tshirt they pulled out of a drawer (or laundry basket) that were obviously their version of pajamas. Shit, one girl had very obviously rolled out of bed, thrown some leggings under her nightgown, slipped into crocs and jumped on the bus.

It’s pretty cool tbh. Just no fucks given for meaningless frippery unless the individual kid/family wants it. Most of the kids were relaxed, nobody giving them shit for the way they’re dressed, staff not even noticing at all. That’s the way it should be imo. Whatever gets the kids in their seats and keeps everyone relatively engaged.

Yeah, there were still plenty of jeans and t-shirt sorts, a few of the button up shirt variants, and a handful of clothes hounds. But nobody was giving anyone shit about the clothes. From what my kid says, that wasn’t just the case for the hour or so i was there that day.

We insist on clothes that are weather appropriate and acceptable for an emergency, but beyond that after seeing the norms there, we stopped giving a fuck.

It’s the same picture

Yeah, but have you learned about a bang-wooler?

Good for them, regarding their willingness to stand strong. No idea if they have a chance, but fuck rolling over.

I haven’t held a phone to my ear since before smartphones were a thing. Headsets existed for land lines. Speakerphone functions existed on land lines as well as early regular cell phones (as opposed to dumb phones which tend to have more functions than the ultra basic phones did back in the nineties).

I’m fairly confident that the last time I held a phone to my ear was before the turn of the century. I know it’s been that long at least since I would have while driving and/or at work. The cell I had at the time worked better by headset, and there were plenty of cheap and decent ones available

Have gloves, will travel reads the card of a man!

You sure? I’m told I have a reassuring voice that almost makes it an enjoyable process

Lmao! If only it could be improved.

I always hated doing them, not because of the nature of the job but because even when I was younger, my hands (and therefore fingers) were on the large side. Large hands means large fingers. I guess you can see where that would be a detrimental trait for impaction removal lol.

At one point, I wore a size 15 ring and my company had to special order gloves for me. And that was roughly around the same time as that patient. So the fingers I had to use were bigger than 15 by a good bit. Plus, I was still lifting some, but had taken up a casual practice of what’s called iron palm training. That’s where you repeatedly slam your hands into things to make them tougher. That’s an exaggeration, it isn’t all that harsh, but still.

So I ended up telling the one company I worked for that I really needed to not be doing them. The supervisor at the time was a pretty great lady, but she didn’t quite get the issue. I took a risk and just slapped my hand down on the desk with my index and middle fingers out and asked her if she’d like me to help her clear her bowels. It worked! I cleared her bowels and got a raise.

Nah, that last part is obviously a joke, but I did get her cooperation lol

I’ve been on the opposite side of that, with a human patient.

Was providing some care that required me to support the patient with one hand while doing some less than comfortable work (impaction removal). The patient’s daughter was rubbing his shoulder, only my hand was there, so she was actually rubbing my wrist.

She didn’t realize it until I had to shift my position with that hand and warned her I was going to be moving. Like you, she got embarrassed and apologized. I just shrugged and said it was no biggie, I would have said something but I was concentrating and needed the moral support. Which turned it into a mutually humorous thing, so we had a good laugh.

Don’t forget the Tick and that one BPRD agent in the Hellboy movie

Break the shaft in half, now you have two spears.

Only one problem with this.

A spear is superior to a gladius any day. I will fight on that hill. And win, because I have a spear, obviously.

Ikr?

I’d be impressed as hell, and at least salute them as I died from my severed arm bleeding me out

Are we talking about the iris again?

Dude. Whatever.

That’s literally what I said originally