it was good to be reminded of what i appreciate ( Read more... )

and if there's anyone who's made me feel inadequate, it's miss Misery ( Read more... )

Six years and six days later, more or less, Andy and Tamineh will be sitting on the top of a building, each sipping at a cup of tea. In Tamineh’s cup will be Tibetan Tiger; a rich dark mélange tea with subtle echoes of vanilla, caramel, chocolate and butterscotch. In Andy’s cup will be Jenny Wade Jewels; a tea with a rich bouquet with notes of ( Read more... )

“What are you doing out here? If you don’t mind me asking ( Read more... )

One hardly has to describe what kind of marvels they witness when Andy first opens the doors, but for the sake of the mentally lazy, or of the unimaginative, one will. Here, in this seemingly humdrum world hidden by the doors that our gang of characters has so boldly penetrated, is a tiny, flickering light. It is the tiny, flickering red light of a ( Read more... )

In Tamineh’s movie, the camera will be set up right behind Chloe and the couch, so that only her golden-brown hair is visible, and beyond that, the TV. Chloe’s hair is blocking the view enough so that all we can see is the anchorman’s fake hair. Then, we’ll hear the anchorman say: “I know we’re on, Charlie! Gosh, you don’t have to treat me like a ( Read more... )

Okay, so, quick background info: There was a film contest a week or so ago. I made a movie with some friends. That's not the important part. The important part (relating to this anecdote, anyway), is that there's a scene where you see a glass on a table, and some apple juice pours in. Then, Nate puts down the juice, and on screen you can tell it's ( Read more... )

Exactly six years after that, Chloe will turn on the TV and see an old, distinguished gentleman wearing an old suit and an old toupee. He’ll be staring intently into the camera, and he’ll pout his lips menacingly (well, as menacingly as one can pout one’s lips). From somewhere off camera will come a hushed voice, “Bill, we’re on ( Read more... )

“And he didn’t even say good bye ( Read more... )

Twenty-four hours earlier, Andy was watching a certain Woody Allen movie. Paul was with him, but wasn’t really with him. They were both watching the same movie, but they weren’t seeing the same things. You could tell by the laughter. This was the day that Andy started hating Paul. Because when someone can’t laugh at something that you find so ( Read more... )