Check it out - Bathtubs Over Broadway. You'll find you can't stop humming "My Bathroom" to yourself.
Here's the trailer:
Corporate hagiographies are fantastic, especially in musical form.
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Not much to report. She's been in a slow decline. The kids came up to visit her Saturday, and Emmy came back again yesterday. I think familiar voices cheer her up, but it's hard to tell. This afternoon she was able to blink when I asked her to, and again when I asked her to blink if she wanted a song. I sang "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts" and "Eyes Like the Morning". "Desolation Row" a little earlier.
She could blink, but not squeeze my hand like she could yesterday. I think she's slipping away.
They tried to get her off the ventilator, but she wasn't breathing strongly enough to get the carbon dioxide out of her blood. Tomorrow they'll try again.
Howard Tayler (@howardtayler), 2019-01-31:
Ima go out on a limb and say that the ability create business empire where you become a billionaire does not qualify you for work as a public servant.
"But you have to be smart to do that!"
"Not just smart. You also need to be ruthless. It helps to be an actual sociopath."
"That's okay if the sociopath is on our side."
"You may be misunderstanding the implications of the word 'sociopath.'" [...]
So, there was this goat.
In these two guises—Nurse Chapel and the Enterprise computer—the displaced character of Number One serves as the model for two archetypical fan positions: the woman who embodies visible desire, and the disembodied but all-controlling voice. The former is often presented as a negative fan stereotype: the groupie, the stalker, the shrieking Beatlemaniac, the "Mary Sue" who dreams herself into the story, the girl with the embarrassing public crush on a movie star. The latter, I would argue, is the voice of the vidder: the woman behind the camera, slide projector, VCR, or computer, the technological woman who controls the machine. The disembodied voice is also the voice of the slash writer (who writes about bodies not her own) or the omniscient and controlling fan artist who takes control of the protagonists' images and bends them to her will. But most fan works seek to unite the analytical mind and the desiring body in order to create a total female subjectivity.Female fans have always been so central to Star Trek—a woman greenlit it; women resurrected it from cancellation; women ran the first cons; printed the zines; kept the fandom alive for fifty years. How cool, how fitting, is it that a brilliant fan writer who actually got to steer the ship is now honoured as part of the mythology of Star Trek's original woman?