The Lost Thing is an abandoned short, looking for a home in Oscar-land.
Archive for February, 2011
You can’t touch the rainbow if your hands are corn-syrup-y lethal.
The Onion wins again. Genius. Goddamn, they piss me off sometimes.
“I walked up to one of them, tapped on the glass, and the test-tube Big Baby inside opened its eyes,” Allen continued. “I just kind of panicked and started screaming, and then the liquid in the tanks started bubbling and all the Big Babies were screaming in unison.”
A little story from B-More about getting jumped. NSFW:
A good storyteller is worth his weight in gold. Or pandas.
Human beings are remarkable.
I keep imagining a future where these designs are streamlined and mainstreamed, and we’re all riding around on spider-like AT-ATs. Making Wild Wild West‘s impossibly stupid ‘giant mechanical spider’ seem like the before-its-time genius idea that it actually was.
And then NO ONE WILL EVER MAKE FUN OF JON PETER’S MECHANICAL SPIDER FETISH AGAIN!!! Are you listening, Kevin Smith?!?