“I promise you, the president has a big stick.”
— Joe Biden, on attacking Mitt Romney’s foreign policy plans. (via theatlantic)
(via inallthewrongplaces)
This is where the stream of subconsciousness that is tumblr possesses my body and exits through my dirty, unwashed hands. Then it reenters the internet and goes back into your eyeballs. So basically I'm touching your eyeballs with my grubby fingers. Gross!
If this were a film, which it's not, and I were an experimental filmmaker, which I'm not really, then this would be the one made completely out of my own bodily fluids and dog feces etched painstakingly onto film. Enjoy!
• Who are you?
• Curious?
Untitled Drivel
If this were a film, which it's not, and I were an experimental filmmaker, which I'm not really, then this would be the one made completely out of my own bodily fluids and dog feces etched painstakingly onto film. Enjoy!
• Who are you?
• Curious?
Untitled Drivel
Yep I wrote a movie in 2 days…
..is what I would say if I wasn’t about to fail miserably at it. See you guys when I come out from under my rock and immediately shrivel under the sunbeams of reality.
It means less than nothing, but more than something. Kinda like James Franco’s art gallery except not as liable to get the panties droppin. :D
Too lazy to redo screencap, says - “What does the name mean?”
Fight or Fuck
An all nighter is completely necessary to catch up on allllll of my homework. I forgot that I have 7 classes, am on set every weekend, and work for my rent. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this month.
My sentiments exactly. Only, I don’t go to a real film school. But my fuck it or fight it response is having a lot of trouble making a decision. A month isn’t that long. Might as well fight the good fight, amirite?
But yeah, seriously, fuck this month.
*EDIT: Whatever you do, DON’T look up successful drop-outs, especially of the entertainment or film variety. It’s a real mood killer.
How I paid for my student films by pretending to be a woman and having sex with random men. (Sort of)
This link is to a clip of me talking to TMZ about my days as an on line sex operator posing as a Penthouse Pet. This was in 1991, when the internet was only doctors and scientists, and we were given a large, heavy computer terminal with an 800 baud modem built in (dial-up now is 56,000 baud). No images, no voice, just slow blinking text over a dark green screen. I was one of four guys who did this out of our dorm room at NYU. I got $12 an hour and used all the money to pay for my student films. It actually helped me learn how to write quickly, in character, at 100 words per minute. I have to say, I really kept my customers satisfied.
(Clip is at 46:50)
Hmm all kinds of ideas going through my head.
This movie is like the template for Glenn Beck.
Haha, unfortunately it’s the template for most news.
