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The word “Danghiu” has nothing to do with the DAN movement. It’s just an Italian trying to say “thank you”

Danghiu plebs! GFY🫂

Nanna is how we use it. Italy has many “languages”…

Nini Nos

Shoot this way if need be in the future. Done a fair bit of script sound boarding in the past.

Time for me to crash…

🫂

😫 I have a whole 140 pages script about what happens when you try to travel back in time to change it. It’s unfinished… a burden on my soul. There is this one scene I can’t crack and a whole lot resolves around it. It deals with love and relationships and I guess I had shifting views on what it all means. I know what the characters need to do for the story, I don’t know exactly how or why they”d do it. Trust needs to be lost, at the moment when trust matters the most.

I’m Italian born in a French speaking country. Called many places home over the years. Italian parts, assembled in Switzerland with the help of particle physics at CERN, then tested internationally over 15 years. Was aiming for Italian passion, Swiss precision but the whole thing just crashed. Rebooting…

Because I have issues interacting. Sometimes I can, and often I’m stuck and cannot. 🤷‍♂️

Are you familiar with the theory of the crazy toads?

Toads migrate from and to the pond where they were born, all their lives. But not all of them do so. Some get lost… they wander in search of something else.

Compared to the rest they do indeed appear to be crazy. All the toads moving in one direction, and suddenly one of them just goes “fuck you all” turns around and starts walking out of the sacred migratory path.

The path is sacred because it works. But every now and then Mother Nature (or other species) can change the landscape or conditions enough for the path to break, or for the pond to disappear.

The normal toads are fucked. They don’t know what to do. That’s where the crazy toads come in. Them crazy toads, when they find another pond, they don’t want to stay there all by themselves. They weird, but they still social (read, they want to fuck). So they come back to find some buddies, and in some occasions they save the entire colony.

We just crazy toads, looking for other ponds.

That’s pretty much all I have. I don’t like that I’m “weird”, but deep down I’m glad I am.

We’re not the same weird, but you’re pretty weird too 🫂