Andy gambled. He did so in a serious way, contributing greatly to the casino’s coffers. Tickets and chips colored his path through and around the floor. Dave and Peter were impressed by his haphazardness and lack of concern for his own money. Realistically, Andy was trying to change a conversation he was having with himself.
From this lower level, the basement that I had just discovered, one could not see the night sky. And yet, her simple implied wish that the moon should sit in the darkened corner of the room seemed to be enough. It obeyed her.
Present to repose,
the doubter yet abiding
suspends unseen need.
FILM / Captain Canada's Movie Rodeo / August 2021 / Gabriel Ricard
Gabriel Ricard discusses Top 10 lists and more in August’s Captain Canada’s Move Rodeo!
With each new game, I found a new curse word to express my frustration. I began my chain of expletives with Granny’s one-and-only curse word, “Shit!” Anytime anything went wrong for Granny, “Shit!” was her go-to word. Sometimes, if she was particularly upset, she would say, “Well, shit!” for emphasis.
FILM / Color, Competition, and Combustion: Connections between Vince Gilligan’s Wilder Napalm and Better Call Saul / Amanda Mazzillo
Color plays a major part in Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul. Characters gravitate to specific colors in order to showcase their emotions.
I apologize to her later this month—for being unable to go to the places we used to go, like Big Sky Bakery, where she used to sit at a small table and squeeze her hands into bread dough set out for kids. Or the art store next door where, if I was feeling rich, we would buy plastic wind-up toys for a dollar. Or her grandparents’ house, where she’d visit twice weekly.
FILM / Zora's Super Short Show / V / Zora Satchell
I am not a big fan of horror films. My family jokes that I’m the biggest scaredy-cat because while my siblings thrive off the jump scares, I shrink from them. This is not to say that I’ve gone my whole life without seeing any; that would be impossible. Since my siblings love watching horror it meant more often than not I’d be forced into watching alone or face relentless teasing, and as a Leo rising I hated being excluded more than I hated feeling scared.
I sat on the couch
absorbing the dramatic dialogue.
I felt lightyears away.
I handed over a form of me to myself
Maybe it came in last night for slugs
or to avoid steady September sun
or has slept here since our early frost.
i was a 4 AM girl, leg splayed, on display.
a strangled patience feigned love.
i kept kisses rolled inside my navel.
Unlike a car windshield, his faceplate didn't have any wipers. It wasn't raining hard, but the droplets would still cluster and accumulated on the visor, making passed taillights burst and diffuse into meaningless globes of red light.
I sense Christine enter my skatial orbit. She’s wearing the troupe’s trademark black leggings and long sleeved top. I suspect as she approaches that she will perform a spin to show me up, but instead she comes to a crisp t-stop in front of me and smiles.
There’s a story being told in “True Faith” about the past, the present, and the future. It’s not quite clear what the story is, it’s certainly not linear, but the song evokes an unhappy past, a sudden awareness of now, and an ambivalence about tomorrow.
Sunlight streams in through a crack in the lacy curtains. Creelix wanders around the spacious room, looking for a doorway to the rest of the house but he only sees holograms of Waverly at different stages of her life and people who must be family and friends. Everyone looks sickeningly happy.
Only the audience knows of Issa’s preferred coping mechanism, and we’re protective of her. We were all nervous for Nathan’s opinion. We felt relief when he nodded and stared spitting his own bars as encouragement.
“Good luck,” he says, and laughs like a holler. “Good fucking luck,” he repeats. He slaps the table. “We’re gonna need more drinks. Hey,” he says, “why did that woman in the shop call you her priest?”
Soon the air conditioner would whir to life. Once it did, Claire’d have about five minutes to sneak out her window. Claire was already dressed, in pastel blue terrycloth shorts and a matching tank top with satin trim. She and Dwayne had plans.