in an effort to make my life seem more exotic
i’ve changed my facebook language to french. c’est tres magnifique!
One more. Wyatt as Dr. Horrible, Boone as Capt. Hammer.
I ask you, great costumes or greatest costumes?
The boys’ Halloween costumes: Wyatt as Dr. Horrible, Boone as Captain Hammer.
(If you don’t know who these characters are, welcome to the Internet!)
simply amazing. upon seeing this, i could die happily.
I might of just spent the whole day on my couch...
being sick sucks. because i always feel like i need to be doing something productive with my time - yet im too laid up to have the energy or the abilty to move farther than the bathroom. so my day has solidly consisted of 3 movies on tv, 2 magazines, 1 can of soup, cough drops, youtube-ing acoustic shit, and now im downloading the Its Always Sunny Christmas Special and still trying not to die.
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sounds about like my day. I tried to drink copious amounts of Airborne, but I think that really only helps prevent sickness. At least you’ve given me a good idea…I’m going to try to download the Sunny Christmas Special as well. Probably the only Christmas-related thing I’m willing to indulge in before November 27th.
Feel better!
Via while she was still a long way off
Zen Pulp (pt. 1)
Via Le carabattole di SolitaireGreat piece about Michael Mann’s works.
[And the video opens with the best tv scene EVER.]
His 30-year filmography, examined here and in the next four chapters of this series, is a hall of mirrors, reflecting the artist’s past and future back on themselves. Mann’s world shows men and women struggling to be captains of their own fate, even as institutions, businesses, and national governments - and their own devoted loved ones - define their striving as selfishness or push for a piece of their action. It’s a world of doppelgängers, doubles, and perverted reflections. It’s articulated through an arresting style that fuses B-movie schlock with an inner-directedness that channels Michelangelo Antonioni, Akira Kurosawa, and Yasujiro Ozu. It’s a cinema of Zen pulp. Mann is its master.
