Speak well; speak often. |
My name is Speakwell. or Just ask me anything. |
You guys see that Arli$$? Pretty hilarious, guys.
noel:
I’m in this CollegeHumor video!
I think I was either involved in, or directly responsible for productions that achieved almost every single one of these “superlatives” in my time as a student filmmaker. No longer being a student has little likelihood of decreasing my contributions.
| Interviewer: | What interests you about our company? |
| Me: | I hate it and think it should be dismantled. |
| Interviewer: | What are your primary qualifications for the job? |
| Me: | I would systematically destroy your company. |
| Interviewer: | Why do you want to destroy our company? |
| Me: | Your company has a successful and diverse market line and a global presence. But when it was incorporated, the founders had envisioned a little mom and pop operation. I think we need to return to their vision. |
Zach: This documentary has Dan Savage in it.
Lily: Oh I adore Savage Love and most everything Dan Savage touches
Lily: … like dicks.
Rick Santorum is not a front runner.
Rick Santorum is the most recent in a series of anyone-but-Romney choices that the GOP voters have embraced for a very brief time before realizing that their pool of candidates is comprised of people less likable than the owners and proprietors of Paddy’s Pub. His near win in Iowa is more demonstrative of a game of musical chairs than a come-from-behind victory.
Rick Santorum is a flash in a pan (as were Palin, Trump, Bachmann, Perry, Cain and Gingrich—this years’ other two-week front runners).
GOP voters are not to be blamed. The media has abdicated its duty of identifying the pattern being displayed and has freely handed over legitimacy and a mouthpiece to a dangerous political mind.
Philip Sherburne discussing Bon Iver’s “Holocene” for Pitchfork’s Top 100 Tracks of 2011
1. Download a Johnny Cash song.
2. Place the Johnny Cash song on the timeline.
3. Edit the trailer.
You have now successfully edited an incredible movie trailer.
Jesus Christ, I hope he’s talking about a fish.
A dear friend describing her experience with DMT.
From the concluding paragraph of Roger Ebert’s 2002 review for the film Punch-Drunk Love, in which he fails to accurately predict the future.
I decorated my motherfucking Christmas tree last night.
Then I chugged some wine, yelled “Grinch This,” grabbed my crotch and left the room.
The...
just sayin’
I’m back in Ohio, where it all began, just in time for winter!
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This is a picture of Cody being a dick to me.
HI CODY!!!!
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our upstairs neighbors were so loud. so horribly loud and at all hours. i heard rolling, and stomping, and sneezes, and more rolling. i dont...
Photo Op of the Day: Kevin Smith joins protesters counter-protesting a protest by the Westboro Baptist Church outside the Sundance screening of his...
Six Easy Steps to Avert the Collapse of Civilization