Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
About movies.
I decided to start grading some movies I watch. I'll just put the trailer and the grade, won't be adding comments and all that stuff.
I already added grades to the trailers I'd posted.
Hope it works.
I already added grades to the trailers I'd posted.
Hope it works.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Garden State.
This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Synecdoche, New York
Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years.
And you may never ever trace it to its source. And they say there’s no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second.
Most of your time is spent being dead, or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right, but it never comes. Or it seems to, but it doesn’t really.
So you spend you time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel cherished, something to make you feel loved.
And the truth is I feel so angry! And the truth is I feel so fucking sad! And the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long, I’ve been pretending I’m okay, just to get along! Just for... I don’t know why.
Maybe because… no one wants to hear about my misery… because they have their own.
Fuck everybody!
Amen.
And you may never ever trace it to its source. And they say there’s no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second.
Most of your time is spent being dead, or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right, but it never comes. Or it seems to, but it doesn’t really.
So you spend you time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel cherished, something to make you feel loved.
And the truth is I feel so angry! And the truth is I feel so fucking sad! And the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long, I’ve been pretending I’m okay, just to get along! Just for... I don’t know why.
Maybe because… no one wants to hear about my misery… because they have their own.
Fuck everybody!
Amen.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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