I forgot that I printed a shirt with luminescent paint earlier this summer.
I just went into the darkest of dark rooms, flashed it, and took some photos.
The DVD transfer is among the worst I’ve seen. Is this an upsampled VHS thing? Everyhing is all moire and stuff…
It might just be me, but I just didn’t find this to be very funny. And I usually like Billy Wilder films. Perhaps I’m just in a lousy mood tonight. Or perhaps it’s the magic pixie dream girl thing, once again, boring me to tears.
The Apartment. Billy Wilder. 1960.
Last Word
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I bought a bluetooth numpad today.
It’s a fresh and exciting experience:
Fresh!
Scandinavian design!
Thor! Is that you!?
Sure… Or perhaps they mean the packaging?
Perhaps not.
Anyway, I can’t get it to pair with my Ubuntu laptop, so I guess it doesn’t work under Linux.
Oh, well. It it’s wireless, it doesn’t really work.
I read the book last year, I think? I don’t actually recall it, but I think it must have been better than this film? The guy in “Jap-face” is really cringe-worthy. But I guess it’s… fine…
I thought I was going to enjoy this film, but I kinda didn’t. I am disappoint!
Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Blake Edwards. 1961.
Journalist
I guess triple-sec is never a good idear.
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This is dead good. I didn’t realise that Robert Alman got his style from Agnès Varda.
Even the DVD documentary, where Varda interviews the actors, designers and some gardeners, is great.
I should watch all her films.
Cléo de 5 a 7. Agnès Varda. 1962.
Harrington
Harvard
I had to dump this. It tasted like dusty old lace.
Hemingway’s Daiquiri
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