I am disappointed in my output. - 28 Aug 2006 09:38 am
Edmund roared in the decidedly unintimidating fashion which men of higher tonality are limited to. He kicked a chair and flailed his arms about in a manner that seriously attempted to seem angry before beginning to berate Robert with his nasal hollering.
"Goddammit man, what are you doing? You've been on your ass all day. We've got some fucking capital to move at this garage sale! You can move while you bitch and moan and wallow in life's unverified futility. What's that, Robert? The media controls everything? Oh look, look, you're postmodern! Woop-dee-fuckin' doo, dickwad! Give me that forty."
Dear last guy that bought a print from me, I definitely spent it all buying 30 grams of brine shrimp eggs, which is supposedly enough to hatch around 8 million shrimp. Score!
In other aquatic news, Ferdinand killed Marie and I got my bamboo shrimp.
I saw the trailer for The Fountain before a showing of Beerfest (which is exactly the film you'd expect it to be). It had been recommended that I shoot some attention beams at it in the past, but I proved my unworthiness and ignored the words of the enlightened. Darren Aronofsky's involved so I knew to expect good things, but I must say I wasn't expecting something quite this sci fi. And that is one nicely edited trailer.
I would be remiss if I didn't also suggest viewing the trailers for Children of Men and The Prestige. The trailers may not be of quite the same caliber, but the films they represent certainly seem to be worthy of attention. -Tyrus Peace