a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
I wrote you.
I made you up.
I had a dream about a girl. So I wrote it down.
I gave her a name. Ruby.
I wrote all kinds of things about her and then one day I woke up and she – You were living in my house.
I can make you do anything… because you’re not real.
see: THE AUDITION, for every ACTOR DANCER PERFORMER MODEL MUSICIAN out there.
[update] Also, TAKE MY PICTURE.
Boardwalk Empire: Resolution
Elementary: Child Predator
The Amazing Spider-Man
[update] Howard Place, Brooklyn, New York.
Now, as far as you’re concerned, they are ghosts. You don’t see them. You don’t hear them. You don’t say “good morning.” You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. On the other hand, if they tell you to jump, you don’t ask what for, you jump. Now, you need a name for them? You call them “yes, sir” and “no, sir.”
He makes The Expendables look like 12 Angry Men. Yet I do wish that Evans were a better storyteller.
There’s a sliver of a plot to The Raid, but it’s really not worth going over – when the characters pause to talk, which is rare, it does tend to kill the film’s momentum.
So, what is happening? No idea. When in doubt, attack!
When Man invented fire, he didn’t say “Hey, let’s cook!” He said: “Great! Now we can see naked bottoms in the dark!” As soon as Caxton invented the printing press we were using it to make pictures of - hey! - naked bottoms. We’ve turned the Internet into an enormous international database of… naked bottoms.
In the serious matter, from Ross Anderson’s Security Engineering:
No-one seems to have done any work on gender and security usability, yet reviews of work on gender psychology suggest many points of leverage [ … ] this material makes me suspect that many security mechanisms are far from gender-neutral. Is it unlawful sex discrimination for a bank to expect its customers to detect phishing attacks by parsing URLs?
Mind if I cut in?
I mean what am I supposed to do? Go to college? Grad school? Work? Look around we all live in public now, we’re all on the internet. How do you think people become famous anymore? You don’t have to achieve anything! You just gotta have fucked up shit happen to you.
You know, i had a friend that used to smoke. You know what he’s doing now? He’s dead.
You know who used to cut class? Jimi hendrix. You know what happened to him? He died, choking on his own vomit.
You know, there was a girl in our school. She had premarital sex. You know what she did on graduation day? Died. Of an overdose heroin.
Besides, nothing in the world’s more expensive than “free”.
There are two movements now.
There are the people who run through the streets, grabbing all they can.
People who don’t believe in anything but the end of the world.
Then there’s the other movement.
Farmers going out to milk their cows, soldiers reporting for duty.
Those who believe that life will go on somehow…
… or just don’t know what else to do.
They concentrate on the things that are important to them.
All the things beyond fat and flour.