I’m a twenty-something university grad living in the Bay Area with hopes of returning to the world of academia for Japanese, linguistics, or East Asian Studies.
My obsessive-compulsions include stopping the microwave only when the time remaining is divisible by five and reading the fine print on commercials.
My first sip of tea was out of my baby bottle. I make one of the best cuppas you’ll ever taste.
Briefs: Erotic Short Film Competition @ Grand Lake Theater, Oakland on 2/16 @ 7pm (Taken with instagram)
trying to take photos for school and my fucking dad keeps photobombing me :-(
I needed this on my dash. Thank you! LOL
(via g-funk)
HP Mendoza, an awesome queer Asian Bay Area filmmaker, is looking for help with post-production for his latest film “I AM A GHOST”. HP is super talented and previous created both “Fruit Fly” (which I was an extra in!) and “Colma: The Musical” and his latest film promises to be just as awesome, so chip in if you can. In the words of one of my dear friends, “it has ghosts! Asians in the Victorian era! Frilly clothes! Isn’t that cool?”
I saw this on my Google Feed and I must see it!
I’m trying to squeeze one movie in before the closing date. Anyone interested?
I’m about to explode…
The commercial for Wilfred while watching Archer. Elijah Wood in a sitcom got me all excited, so what happened when I went on Wiki to find out more about the show? I come to find it’s another remake… ANOTHER! I know there are plenty of creative individuals in the States to come up with an original show that doesn’t consist of reality TV. Why aren’t we utilizing these “natural [entertainment] resources”?
Probably because it would be too much work to actually read a script rather than edit idiots stuck in a house together. SMH
Sorry, I’m hugely biased as I enjoy the originals over the remakes anyway.
producer =/= creative director
My battery on my iPhone was dying so I turned it off and pretended to be listening to music when I was really eavesdropping. I overheard this uber hipster girl bitching about a Wild Western Saloon-styled bar called “Prohibition”. Apparently it was a location for a movie she was producing and the crew were upset about something and she told the cinematographer, DP, etc. (all of whom she referred to as “camera dude”, “tech guy”, “sound guy”) that “go to Hell! This is MY movie - I’m the producer so I get to choose what’s created”.
I glared at the back of her head as her and her friends giggled about the silly laborers on her shoot and as she exited at West Oakland I contemplated punching her, chewing her out in front of her friends by arguing that she’s actually as creative as Sarah Palin is honest, or crashing her shoot. But I calmed myself down by remembering that I had T-Joe’s black cherry chip froyo at home. Ohh, the joys of post-cycling/pre-dinner snack! o^.^o
