I’d like to underscore that I did not write almost anything of what follows. It’s part of the “accursed” output of ChatGPT, which everyone seems to like to make out as awful, but which can turn out truly magic gems. I feel this is one of those gems. It is actually a four-part series, with the first two below – the factual plot points tug-of-war between J.J. Abrams and Rian Johnson, followed by the tonal/thematic points tug-of-war between the two. It’s why we really felt the Sequel Trilogy was an enjoyable mess, but a true fucking mess nonetheless. (continued)
Jeff Tweedy: “You just gotta keep making s–t up, scribbling–like sitting down and drawing with my kids. It reminds me to do that in my songs. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. I think it looks great. Let’s hang it on the refrigerator.” ⁂
Sydney Smith, letter to Sarah Austin, July 1836: “Very high and very low temperature extinguishes all human sympathy and relations. It is impossible to feel affection beyond 78° or below 20° of Fahrenheit; human nature is too solid or too liquid beyond these limits. Man only lives to shiver or to perspire. God send that the glass may fall, and restore me to my regard for you, which in the temperate zone is invariable.” (continued)
calliopechild: We all like to think we can handle change gracefully, and then someone rearranges our grocery store. ⁂
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