“I’ve been reading too much of Abby Howard’s comics.”
…said no one ever.
“I will do this to indicate my lack of love for you, I will do this to indicate that you are a waste of time as a human being, it will be an ugly thing for me to say, it will be intended to hurt you, it will be wrong for me to say, it will lack compassion, and it will hurt you. And you will either dismiss it or take it in, but either way it will affect you.
And next time you will think about what you can do to be more loveable, and with that your wound will be buried further. Or you will think about how hateful people are, and how your armor needs to be thicker so you can proceed as planned with your ideas. And with that your wound will be buried further.”
I pay attention to screenwriting because, in the way it must deliver information, it is very much like writing for comics. I don’t pay that much attention to individual screenwriters, however. The only one I know by name is because I actively seek out his work, and that’s Charlie Kaufman.
One of modern cinema’s most celebrated writers, Kaufman’s work includes surreal fantasy Being John Malkovich, cerebral sci-fi Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and comedy drama Adaptation. In this lecture held at BAFTA on 30 September 2011, he discusses the techniques of writing for the big screen.
This was super fucking rad. Thank you.
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I don’t know what I want
Life, I’ve learned, is the eternal struggle between wanting to connect with other human beings, and fretting over whether to share your Skype.
Aye, if you want to talk or chat, I have skype as well. Just throw me an ask box message if you want to exchange info.
It doesn’t help that I just sort of carried over my MSN account over to Trillian over to Skype, so I… have no idea what I’m doing.
I don’t know how to Skype.
Hmm I’d teach you, but it all sort of explains itself. Like the username you have for Skype. You can exchange that with someone so they can add as a contact. And then it’s all just experimenting from there.
The instructions were too complicated
I got my dick stuck in the ceiling fan
I don’t know what I want
Life, I’ve learned, is the eternal struggle between wanting to connect with other human beings, and fretting over whether to share your Skype.
Aye, if you want to talk or chat, I have skype as well. Just throw me an ask box message if you want to exchange info.
It doesn’t help that I just sort of carried over my MSN account over to Trillian over to Skype, so I… have no idea what I’m doing.
I don’t know how to Skype.
I don’t know what I want
Life, I’ve learned, is the eternal struggle between wanting to connect with other human beings, and fretting over whether to share your Skype.
Casa Caracol is the most unique house on Isla Mujeres, and one of the most artistic home in the world. It consists of two houses: The Baby Shell and The Shell House.
I wish to dwell here please
I need this.
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tips for flirting: carve your number into a potato and roll it towards eligible females you wish to court with
the fact that this would work on me has me concerned
they also went to the louvre together to, like, check out the dicks on statues for comparison just to calm scott the fuck down.
(i can just picture them, scott being his usual neurotic self, and ernest just like, ‘give me strength. are you fucking kidding me? i nearly died in the war. i have a fucking medal of bravery. and we’re looking at cocks together. gatsby can only take you so far, my friend. you better write another goddamn masterpiece soon.’)
you’ve gotta be shitting me
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“Without Women, Computing as We Know It Would Not Exist.”
Re-Blog Forever!
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