if there was a muppet king arthur movie, you might be tempted to have arthur played by kermit, it seems obvious on the surface. but that would be a huge mistake. because then you can’t have piggy be guinevere without the implication that kermit is being cuckolded by whichever muppet or human you get to play lancelot. the obvious best answer is to have kermit play lancelot, and have arthur be the one human actor. because then you get the joke of lancelot being french (viz. a frog), guinevere being miss piggy (iconic), and the much funnier joke of kermit cuckolding an oblivious nikolaj coster-waldau (or insert your own arthur casting here.)
doesn’t this sort of lead to a story where the joke is that Gwen has the hots for frog legs but for ONCE Lancelot is trying to be honourable?
Given that there’s never been a Disney version of the matter of Britain set during the love triangle no doubt due to an aversion to a sympathetic portrayal of adultery, and especially now that the Muppets are a Disney property, I suspect that’s the only way this could get made.
I confess (as a Jennifer, and thus a member of the Guinevere Sisterhood) that I rather like the idea of Guinevere being played by *Janice* and Piggy being Morgan Le Fay.
So I was thinking about popular media that’s really just RPF, because Spider Robinson published a story that is just straight up Beatles bandfic (granted, one with a sci-fi element) with his whole bare face hanging out and everything. And then it occurred to me:
I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn’t really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be
a). I needed to watch that car and
b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.
It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn’t really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It’d been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I’d basically written it off as nonsense.
Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should’ve just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.
So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn’t empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I’d probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.
She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn’t warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn’t know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?
And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:
“Because it was foretold.”
And I can’t tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there’s not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.
I’m still kind of digesting this myself, actually.
God is real but only to tell you to look at that dumbass fail a basic parking manoeuvre
You were chosen for a moment to be an oracle of the Goddess Asphaltia, Our Lady of the Paving, Matron of parking lots and traffic lights. The traditional offering for her favor is to spill a libation of about 80% of a slushy (in the flavor of your choice) in the parking lot of a convenience store.
“the mind of a medieval person was foreign and incomprehensible” factoid is false. the average medieval person was pretty normal. the chivalric death cult, whose members were known to literally die if prevented from riding to war, was an outlier and should not have been counted
On hearing of Anjou’s death, a tailor of Orleans named Guillaume le Jupponnier, when “overcome with wine,” burst into a tirade in which can be heard the rarely recorded voice of his class. “What did he go there for, this Duke of Anjou, down there where he went? He has pillaged and robbed and carried off money to Italy in order to conquer another land. He is dead and damned, and the King St. Louis too, like the others. Filth, filth of a King and a King! We have no King but God. Do you think they got honestly what they have? They tax me and re-tax me and it hurts them that they can’t have everything we own. Why should they take from me what I earn with my needle? I would rather the King and all kings were dead than that my son should be hurt in his little finger.”
I went looking for more information on Guillarme le Jupponier, and found this article, which points to a slew of similar speeches in European and US history– and, crucially, the fact that Guillarme le Jupponier was released after that speech, not tortured or executed, because it was acknowledged that his sentiments were extremely common.
Studying nearly 1,100 rebellions in France, the Low Countries and Italy stretching back to 1200 the historian Samuel Cohn discovered that instead of hat-in-hand deference, “genuine, heartfelt hatred for a king or queen is easy to find.”
ok real talk. it does tickle me slightly that the worst drama of toms entire career wasn’t even about anything he himself did. guilt by association. his sin was not being insane enough to background check everyone he has ever hanged out with and putting faith in someone who didn’t deserve it. okay. whatever.
On the one hand, it was a huge fucking mess and I really wish he’d done due diligence on whom he was platforming ahead of time. (I may be slightly biased here; I was a fan of Ursa’s back in the Chez Apocalypse days and was seriously let down and pissed off when she went full TERF.)
On the other hand, knowing the Chez Apocalypse backstory and watching Lindsay Fucking Ellis go “Oh, shit, Tom, NO, hold on I’m sending you an email Right Now” was entertaining as hell, not gonna lie.
And on the gripping hand, it appears most of the trans folks in Tom’s life have forgiven him, so it seems mean-spirited for us parasocial fans to hold it against him. He seems to have taken the lesson to heart, which is really all anyone can ask.
We need to abolish child stars or at least not allow them to be on social media because teenagers do not need to be having their dubious political opinions & questioning their sexualities in front of millions of people. Nobody is happy about this and I don’t need to know
Child stars lately are just like “teenager from a netflix show that went steeply downhill after the first season weighs in on international conflict” or “pop star who’s barely old enough to drink changes her mind about if she’s a lesbian or not; is she the devil?” & honestly I don’t think anyone in the world is benefiting from any of this
They should be on a fully anonymous account and not doing interviews or anything until they’re like. 25. Like the brain development thing has been debunked and all but jesus christ
Teenagers practice Having Opinions like when toddlers start running and immediately smacking their heads full force into coffee tables & this is a necessary part of maturing but it does not need to be done extremely publicly under the scrutiny of think pieces and video essays n shit. Like yeah the child was wrong about something. Fork spotted in kitchen
At a minimum, if Disney or Netflix owns your ass under contract and you are under the age of 18, then the megacorp needs to pay for a full-time social media manager for your public social media, like a responsible megacorp. It’s not like they don’t have the money. You can run an anonymous account under the name mousebutt167 or whatever for your underbaked opinions where only your eight followers will see it and yell at you for being wrong instead of The Entire Internet.