Daniel B. Thompson

@dbttheater.com

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dead inside, queer, pedantic, Utahn - yes, I'm great at parties production & stage manager for live entertaintment and the performing arts www.dbttheater.com

spacegirl incognito @iamspacegirl I think that instead of being a person I would like to be the sound of a very large stone being dropped into deep water
Awake If one were making a film, the moments prior to this would’ve featured grandly in a noirish sort of sequence. Black and white shot, medium contrast. Just a touch of a blur filter, making the scene seem smooth and painted with languorous pools of light. Scene: a face in repose, eyes closed, in a deep and silent slumber. The camera hangs in a sort of profile shot, settling down to linger on a juxtaposed image of the sleeping face against a window growing lighter, creating a mountain scape in silhouette. The shot changes to one from above and slightly to the left — just the height of a curious onlooker viewing this quiet scene. It stays there for a long time, carefully straddling the line between art and excessive exposure. Slowly, the light from the window creeps up the face. Shot: profile of an eye. All is still in gray-toned hues, all but the gleaming bands of light creeping up, up, and further up. The light-stripe slides — slowly — effortlessly — up the bottom lid. Anticipation swells. Golden light brushes the tips of long lashes then in a sudden, imperceptible blow, sinks into the tiny crack between the eyelids, flooding the dreaming eyes with an intimate knowledge of sight. Then, in a climatic burst, (and a quick cut to a direct shot of the eyes): They open. - Daniel B. Thompson, 2010
2 LANDOR v. LOUISIANA DEPT. OF CORRECTIONS AND PUBLIC SAFETY JACKSON, J., dissenting This severance of rights and remedies is a sleight of hand; it comes by way of the majority’s full-throated endorsement of a contract analogy even though what secures the rights at issue is not a contract but a law. Today’s decision magi- cally transforms a federal statute into an invitation to be accepted or declined, deemed binding only if each particular defendant has explicitly agreed to be penalized. No matter that laws, as opposed to contracts, don’t ordinarily work this way. The trick here is the majority’s effortless confla- tion of law making and agreement making—two different sources of binding authority. The majority’s analysis is spellbindingly straightforward: Spending Clause statutes are contracts, and contracts bind only those who consent. Ante, at 6–8. But pulling this rab- bit out of the hat requires misconstruing the Spending Clause and the Necessary and Proper Clause, and ignoring decades of precedent affirming Congress’s authority to use the power of the purse to govern. In the end, the Court re- duces some of Congress’s greatest legislative achieve- ments—federal laws that secure civil rights, environmental stability, healthcare, and more—to nothing more than the wheelings-and-dealings of an especially wealthy private party. Because I would not so trivialize a federal statute or the constitutional powers pursuant to which it was passed, I respectfully dissent.
A photo of a red and white poppy blossom in a garden.
Collage of different flowers, including cornflowers, salsify, white alyssum, California poppy, wood sorrel, and snapdragons, in addition to both a small blue flower and a small white flower whose names I cannot recall and can't be bothered to find
A variation on the "goose chasing" meme. A two-frame comic. The first frame is a goose head asking "but does it add value." The second frame depicts the goose now chasing a human and screaming the same question
A calico cat sits in a garden, staring into the distance
Screenshot of a Facebook post from Daniel B. Thompson, dated April 20, 2022. Black text on a white background reads: Just produced an event for a large tech company (who might own this app) and gotta day, folks, that the "metaverse" is the silliest tech idea of my lifetime and these losers are dumping millions of dollars into what is essentially animation.
Text transcription of a voicemail message, white text on a black background: "No, I didn't do anything at all. I'm not sure like what's going on. They're insane. They've all um got cock in the ass too, so. They wanted their assholes pounded till they turned blue. I don't know. I, I'm sure. Yeah, I did. I did call them kind of, but if I have to, I will. But I was thinking maybe you and a few friends can come by or something. If you can. Yeah. Yeah, this person like hella was being hella disrespectful and rude. He's um He looks like Hacksaw Jim Duggan. All he needs is a 2 x 4. Yeah, I know."
A protester blows a shofar at Rahm Emanuel
A gray and white cat with black markings is curled up on and under a brown fleece blanket on a light blue sheet on a bed. She is grouchy.
A gray and white cat with black stripes lies in the sun on grass and dandelions.
A protester blows a shofar at Rahm Emanuel
A protester blows a shofar at Rahm Emanuel
A protester blows a shofar horn towards Rahm Emanuel, as he recoils.
A 6 second video in blank and white, showing a long-hair calico perched on a towel atop a bench in a garden as the wind ruffles her hair.
A small cluster of grape hyacinth grows in a Utah garden in February.
Still image from a scene in the movie The Ballad of Buster Scrugg. The actors is depicted from the shoulders up with a hangman's noose around his neck. Subtitle text reads: First time?
Screenshot, black text on a white background. The text reads: "The requirement that skaters use songs from the 1990s has led to copyright issues — rarely a problem when dancing to classical music or more generic ballroom dancing. Canada’s husband and wife pair of Marie-Jade Lauriault and Romain Le Gac couldn’t clear the copyrights to their Prince routine, and changed to the song “Sex Bomb” by Tom Jones in the last week before the Olympics. “Prince has grit and confidence, and that brought us here,” Lauriault said. “Tom Jones and Prince are not the same vibe!”"
Screenshot of an excerpt from a court order. Black text on a white background reads: " If the Government had informed the Court that ICE was prepared to release the Petitioner, who has been illegally detained since at least January 9, 2026, the Court would have granted the Petition. For the Government to now claim that the Petitioner remained unlawfully detained because of the Court’s TRO is either the byproduct of incredibly sloppy lawyering by Ms. Warner or a fraud upon the Court. This is not the first time Ms. Warner has been called to account for a lack of candor to the tribunal. In Rivero v. Sheriff John Mina, et al., 6:26-cv-66-RBD-NWH, Judge Dalton ordered Ms. Warner to show cause why she should not be sanctioned for misstating the law. Now, Ms. Warner has misstated the record to this Court. II. CONCLUSION It is ORDERED AND ADJUDGED as follows: 1. The Respondents’ construed Motion for the Immediate Release of Petitioner Domenico Vitale Rosamilla (Doc. 13) is GRANTED; 2. Domenico Vitale Rosamilla shall be released from custody of the Orange County Jail, EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY; 3. Assistant United States Attorney Joy Warner is OFFICIALLY REPRIMANDED for her lack of candor to the tribunal
[Image description: a screenshot of an excerpt from a court order; black text on a white background which reads: "In addition to the noncompliance described above, Respondents’ counsel has failed to fully comply with court orders in the multiple other matters captioned above. It is past time for such noncompliance to end. Because written orders and responses have yielded little to no improvement and continue to drain this Court’s resources, a hearing with Respondents’ counsel—leadership included—is required. ORDER For these reasons, IT IS HEREBY ORDERED that: 1. Respondents shall immediately file an update regarding Petitioner’s release. 2. By 11:00 a.m. tomorrow, February 3, 2026, Respondents shall file a written memorandum, not to exceed five (5) pages, explaining the failure to comply with this Court’s orders in Segundo A.P.G. v. Bondi, Case No. 26-cv-603, and showing cause why further remedial action, including sanctions or loss of pro hac vice status, should not be imposed. 3. A show cause hearing is set for tomorrow, February 3, 2026, at 1:00 p.m. in Courtroom 7A (St. Paul), before the undersigned, to address the matters described in this Order, as well as Respondents’ noncompliance with orders in the following matters:"
“Nations, like individuals, reap exactly what they sow; they who sow robbery reap robbery.” -Bishop Henry Whipple, namesake of the Bishop Henry Whipple Federal Building. INTRODUCTION 1. The Bishop Henry Whipple Federal Building (“Whipple”), named in honor of Minnesota’s first Episcopal bishop and one of its preeminent 19th-century advocates for the rights of non-citizens, is now the epicenter of the systematic deprivation of fundamental constitutional and legal rights at the hands of the federal government.
Photo of a printed handout, black text on white paper. The paper is creased in a way that indicates it has been folded and then unfolded. At the top of the document is the logo of Hyrum City, Utah: a black silhouette of an elk against a conifer, adjacent to large text "Hyrum City" The visible text below lists general building rental user rules for the Hyrum City Civic Center, which are largely generic with the exception of rule #5, which reads: "NO - These activities, beverages, and items are NOT permitted in or on the grounds of the Civic Center:" (The words NO and NOT are in bold, all-caps type.) A two column list of banned items and activities then follows, including the usual suspects like not allowing smoking, alcohol, flame, animals, etc. The first item on the list, however, is "Dancing", with no other information provided. In the image, the text of rule #5 has been digitally highlighted in yellow. The first bullet point that follows is also digitally highlighted in yellow, as well as digital stickers of a white arrow pointing to the bullet point, a red line drawn under the text of the bullet point, and a red question mark at the end of the bullet point. The highlights and stickers were added for this post for emphasis and were not in the original document or photo.
An older, short-hair cat with stripey black, gray, and white markings sitting löaf-syle on a red mat with an orange border, on a cement pad in front of a wire mesh fence looking out over a rock-covered yard toward the street. She is looking at the paparazzi snapping this photo with a look of mild annoyance, especially due to the lack of tribute offered. "The disrespect continues," she thinks.
A young long-haired calico cat on a cement pad outside in the sun; fences visible behind her and to her left side.
Image of a letter from Harold Pinter to Tom Stoppard, reading: 05 November 2001 Sir Tom Stoppard C/o The Development Dept Royal National Theatre South Bank London SE1 9PX Dear Tom, Thank you for your invitation to host a fundraising dinner in the private room of a top London restaurant. I would rather die. All the best, Yours, [Signature: hand-signed "Harold"] Harold Pinter
An image of Lady Cassandra O'Brien.Δ17, the 4,000 year-old character from Dr. Who, depicted as a large piece of skin with a face, stretched on a frame.
A image cropped from a larger family portrait, depicting a young girl with a fixed, fake smile and eyes open as far as she can: the result of being repeatedly told to "open your eyes and smile with your teeth."
Tall glass mug filled with an amber color tea, resting on a bench in an outdoor garden. The shape of the mug and the color of the tea resembles a mug of light beer.
Photograph of a calico cat sitting in a white "cat house" box. The front of the box has a cutout in the shape of a cat's head. The cat is sitting in the box, facing toward the camera through the cutout, positioned on such a way that her ears and face perfectly align with the cutout shapes, creating a humorous illusion.
A gray, white, and black striped older female shorthair cat sits outside by a cement porch and glares at the camera.
Picture of a long-hair calico cat cuddled up to a man in a reddish hoodie. Text overlaid on the photo reads, "This fluffy lil Potato will come and get right in your face and demand cuddles. Total opposite of the Little Cat."
A striped gray and white house cat on a weathered outdoor bench, staring into space. A small sprig of partially chewed catnip is on the bench to her right.
Photo of a calico cat on a bench with a sprig of catnip
Photo of a young long-haired calico cat outdoors, looking up at the sky with a bewildered expression. The caption reads: "The face of a kitty who can hear an owl and does not know what the fuck it is"
today I feel like the sound of leather soles tapping on linoleum tiles: tuneless, like raindrops on a lake and wind in the bristles of the pines and sibilant esses slipping into speech (the soft voices of silent things) Can you hear the beating of my heart? Does it speak to you in words of blood and lust, inflamed with passion? Can you hear the breath in my lungs, heavy with words unspoken? (there are no words in our speech and we speak only of nothing) tomorrow I shall feel like a ticking clock in the wee hours of morning, like the clicking of door-latches and footsteps in the snow and the breaking of glass (ripples in the stillness of my soul)
Black text on a white background, reading: Hermandad Homenaje a Claudio Ptolomeo Soy hombre: duro poco y es enorme la noche. Pero miro hacia arriba: las estrellas escriben. Sin entender comprendo: también soy escritura y en este mismo instante alguien me deletrea. Brotherhood Homage to Claudius Ptolemy I am a man: little do I last and the night is enormous. But I look up: the stars write. Unknowing I understand: I too am written, and at this very moment someone spells me out.
Black text on a white background. The text is a quote from the play Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. The text reads: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
Video of Juliette Lewis shared from her account in 2018, linked in post.
Photo of blackberry crumble with vanilla ice cream and fresh blackberries, garnished with mint.
Image of a poem by Daniel B. Thompson. White text on a black background reads "Silent Things today I feel like the sound of leather soles tapping on linoleum tiles: tuneless, like raindrops on a lake and wind in the bristles of the pines and sibilant esses slipping into speech (the soft voices of silent things) Can you hear the beating of my heart? Does it speak to you in words of blood and lust, inflamed with passion? Can you hear the breath in my lungs, heavy with words unspoken? (there are no words in our speech and we only speak of nothing) tomorrow I shall feel like a ticking clock in the wee hours of the morning, like the clicking of door-latches and footsteps in snow and the breaking of glass (ripples in the stillness of my soul)"