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He said Star Trek is too “philosophical”? Screw that noise.
I don’t know when this interview happened but I AM SAD AND ANGRY NOW
The philosophies in Star Trek are kinda part of the actual setting. If you don’t get that, why are you allowed to make Star Trek movies.
Sigh. The whole point of Star Trek is that it’s philosophical. If you don’t want philosophical Science Fiction, there’s plenty of that for you to enjoy, but Star Trek is philosophical. Philosophy is part of Star Trek’s DNA, and if you’re given the captain’s chair, you’d better damn well respect that.
And that is why the JJ Trek’s are just dumb space shooters. He’s an idiot who makes films for like-minded idiots. And now, for some inexplicable reason, he’s the new ‘Spielberg’. WTF.
— Will Rogers (via blakenorthcott)
So, two years ago, little Katie Goldman was bullied at school because she was a girl who had a Star Wars drink bottle. It was a sad tale then, one which resulted in an outpouring of support for Katie, but nothing then could match the gift she got for this Halloween.
WIN AN ORIGINAL 1996 ‘CYBILL’ SCRIPT FROM ALICIA WITT!
My kickstarter is in the home stretch- only 4 days to go and counting! Thanks to you my ‘Live at Rockwood’ album is funded—and now i’m trying to see how far we can get towards funding my studio album as well!
I did some digging in my closet and i found this original ‘cybill’ script from 1996, episode #220 ‘virgin, mother, cheater’… complete with cover artwork courtesy of my 20 yr old self (including doodles about the dinner richard dreyfuss was planning to thank all the cast/crew of ‘mr holland’s opus’ for his oscar nom!) and decided: it’s contest time!
(if the winner wants me to sign it i will; but since all the current writing on it was from me 16 yrs ago i thought i’d leave it like that for now!)
How to Enter:
Tumblr: Just reblog this post
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2.Twitter: Follow http://twitter.com/aliciawitty and tweet the following phrase EXACTLY (copy+paste)
“I want to win an ORIGINAL 1996 ‘CYBILL’ script from @aliciawitty’s Kickstarter contest! http://kck.st/awrockwood #rockwoodKS”
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1 entry per person/per method
- Results will be determined via random selection on random.org
The contest will end at the same time as the Kickstarter - Monday, May 21st
You must be a twitter follower or tumblr subscriber at the time of win!
Thanks to all of you my friends, you are all incredible, and GOOD LUCK!
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The final (end, end credits) scene from Joss Whedon’s wonderful ‘Avengers’ movie. We didn’t get this in the UK, but it’s a lovely final beat. Doesn’t make a great deal of sense until you’ve seen the film though.
Just another day at the mall in Dawn of the Dead (1978, dir. George A. Romero) (via)
Q. Your zombies have always walked with a meandering shuffle, but modern zombies seem to be becoming more aerobic. Why is that?
George A. Romero: I think it’s video games, man. Zombies are always moving fast in video games. It makes sense if you think about it. Those games are all about hand-eye coordination and how quickly can you get them before they get you. So the zombies have to keep coming at you, crawling over the walls and across the ceiling.
Zombies are perfect for a first-person shooter game, because they exist to be damaged…Filmmakers saw what was happening in video games and started thinking, “Well, we’ve got to keep pace and make our zombies fast too.”
I still don’t agree with it. If zombies are dead, how can they move fast? My guys don’t run. They never have and they never will. They’re just lumbering oafs that are easy to dispose of unless you make a mistake. Those are the rules, and I’ll stick with what I’ve got.
Rory Gunderson was staring at his feet. His big, dirty-booted, dwarf feet. They were swinging several inches off the ground. He was not amused by this fact.They say that the best things come in small packages but right now he wasn’t feeling it. He felt like a child. It didn’t help that he had been summoned to see the Mayor and had no idea why. He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, but Rockbiter ale was strong stuff and there was those few hours still unaccounted for. He glared around the outer office/waiting room - a testament to the humans wealth over taste. Marble walls, marble floors and a marble ceiling held up with marble pillars; every fingerprint visible and even the slightest noise was amplified ten fold. Humans, thought Gunderson, how on earth(?) did they find themselves in charge?
The sound of nails on a blackboard signified the mayor’s secretary moving his chair. Rory glared at him. A simple task like walking across a room and filing a piece of paper became a cacophony of noise in the stupid marble box. The secretary cracked a false smile at Rory, in an attempt to put him at ease. Rory glared back.
‘He shouldn’t be long now, Mr Gunderson. Can I get you anything to make your wait more comfortable? Longer legs perhaps?’ he said and guffawed, waving his hand in an only kidding kind of way which only made him even more irritating.
‘Or a shorter seat.’ Rory suggested, in all seriousness.
The secretary snorted again. ‘Or a shorter seat! That was a good one Mr Gunderson. Longer legs or a shorter seat.’ He stopped laughing when he saw Rory’s face.
‘I’m serious. The amount of dwarves who work in this city. In this building! and you still design everything for your-bloody-selves. Make yourself useful and find me a more comfortable seat. Or throw yourself under a moving cart.’
The secretary was just about to say something along the lines of ‘Now, look here’, when the intercom buzzed and a garbled voice said ‘Philip, please show in our diminutive guest.’
Philip looked blank.
‘He means me,’ Rory said, jumping down from the chair,’ it means small.’
‘Diminutive. It means small. Now are you going to open the door for me or is that too confusing a task as well?’
‘No. Yes. Yes, i’ll get the door for you. My apologies Mr Rory. Gunderson!, Mr Gunderson.’
He opened the double doors and stood aside as Rory stomped past.
‘Mr Gunderson to see you Sir.’ he said unhelpfully.
The mayor stood up from behind his desk and walked around to greet Rory. ‘Yes, thank you Philip, please try not to hurt yourself when you close the doors.’
He did so, successfully.
‘The, dare I say, infamous, Rory Gunderson’ The mayor said, extending a hand.
‘The, dare I say, largely incompetent, Major Shillingworth.’ Rory said, not extending a hand. ‘Nice office. Glad my hard work and taxes aren’t going to waste.’
‘Ah, you dwarves have a singular sense of humour. Never did get it, but, what the hey, more important matters are at hand. Sorry to keep you waiting. I hope Philip made the wait a bit more bearable.’
‘Not really. Please tell me you hired him as a favour to someone. My faith in humans is shaky enough as it is without thinking that there is someone even more incompetent than him working somewhere.
‘My wife’s sisters boy. Dumber than a bag of wet mice but…’
‘Nope, can’t think of anything. Anyway, enough banter. A lot of people hold you in very high regard, which, i’ll be honest, is the only reason i’m tolerating you right now. You’re personality is, abrasive, to say the least. Your skills as an engineer though are second to none and that’s why you’re here.’
Mayor Shillingworth walked back behind his desk and removed a rolled up parchment from a drawer. ‘This came into our possession a few days ago. We can’t make head or tail out of it but if anyone can, it’ll be you.’ He rolled it out on his desk and weighted the corners with assorted desk items.
Intrigued, Rory walked over. The mayor looked up from the parchment to see two eyes glaring over the edge of the table.
‘My apologies, Mr Gunderson. Let me get you a chair.’
‘That would be helpful, thank you.’
The mayor fetched a chair over, which Rory promptly placed up against the table and climbed onto. He dragged the parchment over to get a better look. His eyes darted over it and he thoughtfully traced lines with his finger. He muttered under his breath, paused, and then looked up. The mayor, arms folded in expectation, met his gaze.
‘What the hell is it?’ Rory asked.
‘We were kinda hoping you’d tell us.’ The mayor said, not quite managing to hide his disappointment.
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