January 2011
Hopper and Teen Noir →
This is a post by Norman Buckley, a television director who has worked on Pretty Little Liars, Chuck, O.C., Gossip Girl, among others. Here he explores the inspiration of Edward Hopper’s paintings on some of the scenes he composed for PLL.
December 2010
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The Pierces - Secret
Got a secret Can you keep...
PLL
I was extremely bored earlier tonight so I started surfing around Hulu for something to watch. In the popular section was a show I’ve never even heard of. Pretty Little Liars.
OK, so yes, this show is built for teenage girls. But I’m half a season in and it’s actually kind of fun (if you can get past the fact that the show should actually be titled Ephebophilia Madhouse).
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Free SciFi Novel Plot
In the not-too-distant future, almost every occupation will be performed by robots. Built to serve us by a mega-corporation, they clean our homes, tend our gardens, ring up our groceries, deliver our packages. All the while the citizens of earth become engrossed in virtual technology, playing Kinect style games, games where we virtually tend our garden, virtually deliver packages, drive buses,...
If there were some kind of volcano, or swirling whirlpool that I could throw myself into as a human sacrifice in order to make a wish come true, I would gladly sacrifice myself to ensure that no band ever ever ever covered “Creep” again. That is the world I want you all to live in, even if I cannot.
They say you must be the change you want to see in the world, and I will start by...
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I was going to post a nice christmas song, but...
And I have 3
A single cavity makes me hate life and wish I was dead more than a thousand broken hearts. A broken heart I can deal with, but a cavity will never go away.
There are a couple of ladies that work at a fancy pen store that James and I go to all the time. We’ve gotten really familiar with them, and we always have very nice conversations when we go in. One of their names is Kelli and the other’s name is Tiffan.
Tiffan is such a cool and unusual name, I’ve never seen it anywhere before. And actually, I still haven’t because I just...
“I feel like you and Jacob should never be apart. Like ‘Elliot and Jacob figures...”
– Vanessa Just when you thought this couldn’t get even gayer, Vanessa has never met Jacob. She’s just heard the legends passed down from myself and Jess. (via whokilled)
I had to explain the whole concept of Boys to one of my friends down here, it took me forever because no one can comprehend the...
Alan Jackson - Chattahoochie
Well we fogged up...
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Many years ago, when I was in Canada I got a splinter in my thumb one day. I was able to extract it… or so I thought. It turns out I only pulled out half of it, and the other half was still embedded in my thumb. It didn’t hurt, and I didn’t even notice that the other piece was still inside me until after the skin had healed over the wound. It was right under the surface, so I...
WatchLetters to Laura
This a little video I made for a friend. If you don’t want to see an adult who still lives in his childhood bedroom, complete with Digimon poster on the wall sit in a recliner with some intense double chin action going on, don’t watch this video.
WatchLetters to Laura
This a little video I made for a friend. If you don’t want to see an adult who still lives in his childhood bedroom, complete with Digimon poster on the wall sit in a recliner with some intense double chin action going on, don’t watch this video.
For the first time in my life I started dieting about two days ago.
I broke the diet today and am eating lots of chocolate.
I guess this is how real life works.
A few years ago I was walking downtown, I don’t remember why. I walked through the lobby of a hotel and inside was a small ice cream shop. I poked my head in just to look, and I saw a guy that I had gone to high school with working the register. He was one of two monozygotic twins that had always been very kind to me—which one of them he was, I have no clue. The store, empty, and he, bored,...
I went to Amanda’s memorial today. At first I couldn’t find it, I thought it was gone. They seemed to be clearing a bunch of trees from the forest. Just when I was about to give up, I found it, but almost all of the words that were written there in the most permanent of inks—including mine—had completely faded away.
Deerhunter - Helicopter (live from their recent...
This is only slightly romantic.
Every second I’m away from you feels like the duration of 9,192,631,770.001 cycles of microwave light absorbed or emitted by the hyperfine transition of cesium-133 atoms in their ground state undisturbed by external fields.
Aunt: I'm not going to be able to get up tomorrow.
Mom: Why would you want to get up tomorrow?
I wish you could Google questions about yourself that you didn’t even know the answers to. I’m sure someday it’ll be possible. A glimpse deep into the inner psyche.
Questions like: Does Kenny Chesney turn me on?
Remember how in Sonic when you reached the end of a level you jumped on that plunger thing and then a bunch of squirrels and rabbits and stuff were released?
Well there’s this one girl that I see around my school every once in a while, most often in line at Subway. She looks extremely young, but I guess she’s old enough to be in college. Her giant eyes are in constant wonder. I have a...
Question.
Does anyone know what’s good at Joe’s Crab Shack besides crabs/shrimp, because I don’t eat arthropods.
There is a scene in Stephen King’s Dreamcatcher in which one of the characters, whose body has been taken over by an alien, his mind isolated in a tiny corner of his brain, his body used by the alien to travel on motorcycle across great distance for nefarious means, asks the alien if he can get off of his bike now, by which he is really asking if the alien will release him so that he can...
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The Disintegration Machine
(photo by {dpade1337})
I must apologize for anything weird that may have happened to any of you yesterday. I knowingly caused a cosmic disturbance.
How you ask?
This is how:
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of two or more distinct groups of friends must keep those friends from ever interacting with each other at all costs. I have my Canadian friends, my down...
"I mean, come on!"
Me: Is that what she wore for Halloween?
Friend: Pshh! No. She wore something way more slutty than that.
I think we should not measure our age in the number of years we have lived, but in the amount of time it takes to figure out this fancy toaster every morning.