everything should cost one dollar, ten dollars, or one hundred dollars. a drinky drink is one dollar. a t shirt is ten dollars. rent is one hundred. i might be convinced to allow one thousand dollars for some very big purchases like a house. i get it, you’re running a business. i’m not unreasonable.
Obsessed with narratives where people meet their alternate universe selves. Who would you be if you grew up differently? If you were raised differently? If you grew up in a totally different society? If certain things had or had not happened in your life? Would the core of you be the same? What if you became a narrative foil for yourself? What would both of you learn?
The way both John and Arthur were going to light their cigarettes and they both turn and look at the dynamite 2 feet away from them and decide against it—they share ONE braincell between them and Abigail is usually using it.
Was talking about saw x with a girl in class today and she’s Hispanic so we were both kinda laughing/complaining about the yellow filter they always put over Mexico and south asian/middle east countries and then that one asshole dude cut in and started explaining how color grading was a very intentional choice made by the directors and how important it is to cinema (like ok. Shut up and maybe think about how hollywoods biases might affect their portrayal of certain regions because THATS what we were talking about. Not the concept of color grading) and then he got really mad at me because I was like “omg you’re so right” and started waxing poetic about how the blue filter on twilight was the best example of color grading I’d ever seen in film because it perfectly encapsulates the misery of the pacific northwest
Altogether, I really like the way americans say “can I help you?” as a polite general one-size-fits-all stand-in for “who the fuck are you/what the fuck are you doing here/how the fuck did you get in here/what the fuck are you staring at/what is your fucking problem.” Such a polite way of going “bitch what the fuck.”
