February 2012
Dale Cooper was dreaming. The walls of the room he found himself in were made up of hanging blue velvet like the curtains on a stage. The floor was made up of swirls, also blue, which played tricks on the eyes if you looked at them too long. Two large lamps in the room gave the effect of a soft glow. Cooper himself was sat upon a black leather chair. But he was not alone. Also in the room, seated...
woop, edwyn collins just spoke to me on twitter.
that’s another one down of my list of idols i desperately want to acknowledge my existence.
the american version of the office does not look as good as the real one. it looks too dramatic, the humour less subtle, less boundaries crossed and the actors look like they’re acting. it should be about the monotony of daily life in an office, it should be bleak and realistic, at no point should it appear scripted, the camera editing should be natural with a more documentary feel, the...
there’s a bit of the song super 16 by neu! in the black and white fight scene on kill bill.
things that i would like people to stop saying
how many fucks you do or do not give
whether or not i am mad, bro
whether or not i consist purely of jelly, bro
herp
derp
y u no anything
if you’ve read any cool stories recently
bro
confiding in me that you regret nothing
‘come at me bro’
‘sit the fuck down’
bro
imagine if our mums got tumblrs