All three have governments run by women.
MLP's is obvious... it's a girl-oriented show, so it's got girl-oriented leadership. Not only is there Princess Celestia as the pseudo-god of the planet, the mayor of Ponyville is a well respected woman as well.
Then there's Foster's. Even if kindly old Mrs. Foster is a bit off her nut, the de facto leader is Frankie, her long-suffering niece.
"But Charles!" you say. "Your precious waveform collapses when you get to Powerpuff Girls! Obviously the Mayor is in charge of Townsville!"
And I would have cut you off at the word Powerpuff to say Sarah Bellum, literally the power behind the throne. The Mayor is about as in charge of Townsville as I am in charge of the company I work for. I may be way more visible than the CEO, but HE'S the one REALLY pulling the strings.
So yeah. Women run things in all three of Faust's biggest shows. Just thought that was interesting.
"Mad Eye, it looks like the victim was pushed off the building."
"I guess someone... *sunglasses* forgot their broom!"
"Mad Eye, that guy they found dead on the Quidditch pitch? Turns out he was an informant for the Ministry of Magic..."
"Looks like someone... *sunglasses* caught the snitch."
"From the discoloration around the mouth, it looks like the Beauxbatons headmistress was poisoned."
"I guess someone gave her... *sunglasses* a French kiss."
Feel free to post your own!
What is your response to this assertion?
Here's a quick synopsis of the plot...
“This idea really turns me on that there’s a family that’s a force to be reckoned with in the world of international art and antiquities … [a family] that deals with heads of state and heads of museums and metes out justice…. We’ll have the family dynamic, which we’ve done in a couple of movies now. And then you take that and put it on the bigger, more muscular stage of an international action picture, but also put all the character stuff in it. That’s a really cool idea to me.”
Yeah, if you've played Uncharted for even a minute, you know family dynamics don't have a damn thing to do with the narrative. This very issue was the focus of an episode of Bob Chipman's "The Big Picture" video series. Even though the whole issue is getting bogged down in what's relatively a side issue, I still voiced my thoughts in a comment long enough to post.
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BTW, that meme promise is coming. I was hoping for more submissions, but I guess no one loves me... or no one wants me to make a fool of myself. One of the two. Tee tee why ell!
Edit: BAHAHAHAHA OBVIOUSLY THIS HAS AFFECTED MY BRAIN A BIT
I’d say I woke up around 3 to get to the airport, but I barely slept at all that night. I rarely do before big trips like this. The excitement just gets to me, and it’s usually well rewarded with an awesome experience. My flight was leaving around 7, so I planned to have my mother* drop me off at 5 to allot me the specified 2 hours time to get across the border.
That was a bit of a mistake.
For some reason (and not because of PAX… I live in Calgary. Not exactly the hotspot I make it out to be) there were HUNDREDS of people heading through US customs that day. Thankfully, I had no problems and no hiccups, and I glided through there… in about an hour and a half. Thankfully, by the time I got to my gate, I still had time to grab some breakfast. There was a Starbucks** right next door, so I went there and grabbed a cup of joe and a muffin.
I look in my wallet… and my new, got-it-so-I’d-have-a-debit-
So, I fly to Boston via Phoenix, utterly devouring the Discworld novel Going Postal and cursing the fact that I’m not on the same flight as The Spoony One, arriving around 8:30 to relatively little fanfare (though I was a LITTLE unsure on which DoubleTree I was supposed to go to, but I gambled on the one that wasn’t hella far away from the convention centre PAX was being held at). I arrive to see my buddy Brainwalker, who is glad to see me alive (I guess somehow it got across that I was supposed to arrive a lot earlier) and ChrisCordeus, the Swede who looks like a Nazi. (Seriously, check out some of his ID sometime… it’s eerie.)
Once I got settled (and once I checked in... I didn't quite do those in order), the three of us headed off to CVS pharmacy to grab snacks and cheap cell phones ($40 for a cheap new phone vs. a billionty dollars to use my own phone? Yeah, no-brainer). As we were browsing around, my lack of chewing gum*** on my last flight caught up with me and my nose started bleeding. PROFUSELY. The clerks grabbed me some paper towel, but it was about as absorbent as plastic wrap after a stint in a kiln. So I basically barely held back the blood with a pinched bridge and paper that quickly became useless. Finally, Christian BOUGHT some tissues, and I crammed them up both nostrils. Thoroughly miserable-ified, I paid for my cell phone and minutes and headed back to the hotel for sleep.
Thankfully, the nose thing? Low point of the trip. The higher points to come... later this week!
*Was initially going to be my sister, but mom wasn't working that day, so...
**Not my favourite, but any food port in a hunger storm.
***For those of you who don't fly much, chew gum when you're landing. Having earbuds that go into your ear canal helps too. Anything to help your ears pop. Especially if you stopped reading the rest of the entry to read this. Yeah.