I was thinking about the Golden Globes

…and how when they show these glamorous red carpets. You always see about 3-5 big guys in all black herding around different celebrities. What do you think they do while the show is going on? Do you think they have seats and there’s just one big section filled with big dudes or is there like a room off the hallway like in elementary school for the janitors where they hang out until they’re needed?

Next Tuesday I’m going to be an extra in Adam Levine’s new movie.

Next Tuesday, I’m going to marry Adam Levine.

sourire-froid:

“This shot is the most expensive shot in silent film history. It was filmed in a single take, that had to be perfect, with a real train and a ‘dummy’ engineer (notice the white arm hanging out the conductors window). Some of the locals who came to watch the filming, thought the dummy was a real person and screamed in horror; supposedly, one person even fainted.”

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So I had a new take on the ending to Inception that rivals the whole “the wedding ring is Cobb’s totem” theory. 

The children are Cobb’s totem. He says the totem only works for whoever knows their weight and size, and what they feel like in your arms, and that they only work for that person. Mol’s is the top, so we know that it is not accurate to depict whether he is sleeping or awake. However, in every dream he is in, his kids show up, but he can’t see their face or pick them up. Notice too that he doesn’t seem disturbed that they are there in the way he is disturbed by Mol’s presence. He expects them to be there because they are his totem.  At the end of the film, he sees the kids again, but he can see their faces, and pick them up. BOOM! Reality! The end.

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“Of course, movies bear virtually no resemblance to real life, not even the kind that pile up awards. In movies, the world is either full of fantastic adventure and exhilarating heroism—or it’s a place so bleak, so cruel, so full of treachery and vicious competition and hopelessness that you want to kill yourself halfway through a box of Reese’s miniature peanut-butter cups. There’s no middle ground in modern movies; you either save a kingdom and marry a princess or you are shot to death by assassins hired by the evil corporation that you are trying to bring to justice in the courtroom of a corrupt judge.”
— Dean Koontz, Odd Hours