Even the very best book trailers are still just trailers for books.
Trlicek's Whip
Member From New York City
Profile posts Latest activity Postings About
-
There's ONLY five Scary Movies?
Who ever said "there are no stupid questions?" Because fuck that guy.
Filling out forms w/carbons by pressing feather-lightly with a dull pencil or felt-tip pen = wet limp creeper handshake
Based on failure rates there apparently should be a college course entitled "How To Right-Click With Your Mouse In Order To Print Frames"
I understand they're huge breaks but when one of my favorite bands lists a music festival as their only local tour date I'm sad.
There are no dead parts only dead actors
April Fools internet hoaxes remind me of David Cross' bit about magicians doing card tricks: "Why yes, that is my card. [shrug]."
When I read WORLD WAR Z I was unaware zombies were Red Bull-swigging, Cirque du Soleil-trained sprinters. But the trailer clarified things!
Was it Winston Churchill that said "At 20 you never worry that somone might see you urinating in public, but at 40 you'll never care?"
Two songs into my first Protomen concert. GOBSMACKED. Unclear as to how they aren't uet the biggest act on the planet.
Nothing sends me running the other way across the Internet than an article teaser that contains the phrase "Begin Slideshow"
HEATHERS (1988) now plays like prescient speculative fiction in the Bro Age and perfectly nails the high school experience in seven minutes.
The office Jon Cryer triple feature concludes with MORGAN STEWART'S COMING HOME
HIDING OUT is now streaming on Netflix, so it's now infinite looping at the office.
Using domestic box office to bolster "bankable/not bankable" movie star arguments is like using RBI as the sole stat to determine MVP's.
Dante's subdividing a circle of hell for Facebookers that ignore page breaks when writing their blog-like, batshit, 4000-word confessionals.
Still have spray glitter on my forearms from Saturday night. I'm at the office so it's Fight Club, only I'm a stripper.
Beauty Bar after hours, like a BOSS
Way Out West is a fiddly, non-intuitive, wretched Ameritrash thought experiment by Martin Wallace that makes Risk look like chess.
Text I never thought I'd ever send: "In pvt room in basement zipped in body bag ttyl"
About to get my nails done. Sort of. Stripping the last month's mani's remains & adding a clear coat. Necessary, yet sadly anti-climatic.
I feel better when I'm generous and help others. When a collision of similar or dissimilar interests combine to create new, positive things.
Friends don't let friends use Facebook like it's Twitter.
Has Sasha Grey's acting ever been above replacement level in any film? [Playing self in ENTOURAGE+being directed by Soderbergh don't count]
Today: lurchlimping through a dark hallway, shoulders banging into the walls, shins and knees barking over invisible furniture.
"NEVER EVER EVER. I WOULD NEVER MOTORBOAT A GIRL EVER." - Gay man in Art Bar using Outdoor Voice, moments before he demonstrates on his bf
Clear evocative readings w/my new Sun Moon Tarot. Vanessa Decort's artwork is modern, rich, deep. Very storyteller-friendly, which I love.
Students open convos with the running start "I have a quick question," which is funny because it's never quick and usually isn't a question.
Making inroads w/my creative recovery as evidenced by the recent virulent plague of bullying chaos & handsy, grabby threshold guardians.
Hosting TG-friendly parties constantly remind me that some community members are always a moment away from grade school cafeteria devolution
After months of reacquainting with Tarot, did my first multiple-card spread (Celtic cross) last night. Hungover from all the processing.
Must be doing something right if a tone-deaf, misogynist Internet troll is calling me "hate-filled" and vows to "pray for me."
Astor Place/Broadway/Waverly nexus always sounds like an amusement park w/kids' sudden cackles, yelps, & screams echoing through the canyon.
I just described someone as "Frank T.J. Mackey's keynote speech's wet dream of a cautionary tale."
Jonas Mekas made a doc about he recently extinct East Village institution Mars Bar and I'm about to watch.
Procrastinatory research: charcoal filters for compost pails, intercontinental modes of travel in the 1930's, Klaus Kinski's autobiography
None of your Super Bowl jokes are landing, you guys.
Trick question: THEY ALL STINK
Played a corpse at Speakeasy Dollhouse. Now cliche-ing my way home w/bag of groceries that has the top of the baguette sticking out top.
aka "Hot Mess Thursday"
I miss the British Accented Jeremy Irons and am weary of his "Hans Gruber's Brother Unconvincing American" dialect for paycheck movies
Hoping a tastefully named bootcamp class called "Ass Blast" + 30 minutes of treadmill will wash the chalky patina of the workday off me.
Boardgame night: HERMAGOR, which we of course are calling Ermagerd.
Okay midday abs class, let's do this.
On some level aren't all TED talks just massive humblebrags?
I'm getting tight at the Manderley getting tight on Dragon's Blood: warmed mulled Malbec laced with French brandy, ginger, and citrus.
First day at the gym since a weeklong convalescence due to head cold. The 45-minute arms/abs/ass bootcamp class left me drenched & shaking.
My Saturday: eating all the snacks, drinking all the coffee, writing all the words, napping all the naps, while wearing none of the clothes.
Taking all six senses all ten fingers all ten toes to dance over around and through the sheer CRAZY that's marshaling its forces this week.
-
Loading…
-
Loading…
-
Loading…