STALL: 40 of 75 (53%)
FACT: The most surefire way to activate a craving for Italian food is to watch any episode of The Sopranos. Fact.
I know what you're thinking, I know what you're thinking – how many fucking shows is this douchebag watching? Answer: a lot. Game of Thrones, The Legend of Korra, Breaking Bad, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Batman Beyond, The Walking Dead and now The Sopranos. Fuck, I've even seen Sopranos before – I'm just watching it with the missus.
I seem to have an unlimited capacity for input. I will consume and devour all television shows of quality, all to fuel the ever-spinning wheels of my hungry imagination.
Bring me your televisions, world. Bring them to my face.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Obligatory Input Update
I'm currently staying at La Quinta Inn in Orem, Utah. And there's a ghost robot posting this.
What I'm Reading: Tales of the Far West. An anthology whose flagship story was penned by the illustrious Scott Lynch (and my initial interest), the book itself proved to be meh, the shared world exceedingly interesting and said flagship story excellent, as per usual. Down the line, if I ever develop enough clout, I might request a story in a future installment. The world presented sounds like a fun place to run around it. Idears were already a-percolatin' as I read. Something with bank robbers...
What I'm Listening To: Somebody That I Used To Know, by Gotye. On insidious repeat. All the time. Every now and again, our apartment will discover a new song (usually from Steven's fiancé) and we'll all spam the ever-loving fuck out of it. Previously, it was AWOLNATION'S Sail. Now, it's this extremely popular Phil Collins throwback. For a laugh, check out the nearly as popular cover by Walk Off The Earth, this year's Pompaloose.
What I'm Watching: As previously posted. I've barely made any progress since the last posting, but still. The missus isn't any further than Bob Odenkirk's famous entrance and I personally haven't laid a single finger on Season Four, much as I've been tempted. Aaron Paul and Bryan Cranston impression abound through the apartment, likely repeating the dialogue pattern previously blogged about. We're even taking some music cues from that infectious fucking theme song for the Hull Damage book teaser soundtrack.*
This time tomorrow, I'll be returned to California, with special ladyfriend in tow.
*The music of which'll be provided by impromptu supergroup Cannonball Dogs (Steven, Dan and Courtney masquerading as an in-universe band.)
What I'm Reading: Tales of the Far West. An anthology whose flagship story was penned by the illustrious Scott Lynch (and my initial interest), the book itself proved to be meh, the shared world exceedingly interesting and said flagship story excellent, as per usual. Down the line, if I ever develop enough clout, I might request a story in a future installment. The world presented sounds like a fun place to run around it. Idears were already a-percolatin' as I read. Something with bank robbers...
What I'm Listening To: Somebody That I Used To Know, by Gotye. On insidious repeat. All the time. Every now and again, our apartment will discover a new song (usually from Steven's fiancé) and we'll all spam the ever-loving fuck out of it. Previously, it was AWOLNATION'S Sail. Now, it's this extremely popular Phil Collins throwback. For a laugh, check out the nearly as popular cover by Walk Off The Earth, this year's Pompaloose.
What I'm Watching: As previously posted. I've barely made any progress since the last posting, but still. The missus isn't any further than Bob Odenkirk's famous entrance and I personally haven't laid a single finger on Season Four, much as I've been tempted. Aaron Paul and Bryan Cranston impression abound through the apartment, likely repeating the dialogue pattern previously blogged about. We're even taking some music cues from that infectious fucking theme song for the Hull Damage book teaser soundtrack.*
This time tomorrow, I'll be returned to California, with special ladyfriend in tow.
*The music of which'll be provided by impromptu supergroup Cannonball Dogs (Steven, Dan and Courtney masquerading as an in-universe band.)
Friday, February 3, 2012
Mad Fat Stacks, Yo
doooo DOOOO doooo DOO doo. dooo DOOO bumbumbumbum ba bum shakeshakeshake.
I think I've cracked the formula for this show's dialogue.
INT. MOBILE METH LAB - DAY
JESSE PINKMAN: "We're gonna make mad fat stacks, yo!"
WALTER WHITE: "Mad fat stacks, Jesse?"
JESSE PINKMAN: "Yeah, Mr. White, you know, dead presidents."
WALTER WHITE: "Dead presidents, Jesse?"
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I'm doing my best to catch the missus up on Season Three by the time she moves out. That being said, as she's only five episodes into Season Two, I've no time to blog.
Tomorrow? Timothy J. Builderguy flies solo.
I think I've cracked the formula for this show's dialogue.
INT. MOBILE METH LAB - DAY
JESSE PINKMAN: "We're gonna make mad fat stacks, yo!"
WALTER WHITE: "Mad fat stacks, Jesse?"
JESSE PINKMAN: "Yeah, Mr. White, you know, dead presidents."
WALTER WHITE: "Dead presidents, Jesse?"
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I'm doing my best to catch the missus up on Season Three by the time she moves out. That being said, as she's only five episodes into Season Two, I've no time to blog.
Tomorrow? Timothy J. Builderguy flies solo.
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