glumshoe:

glumshoe:

objectdreams:

film noir scene

written using a predictive text interface

source: screenplays for ‘the maltese falcon’ and ‘the big sleep’

method: 12 word options at each step. stage directions used to write the stage directions. dialogue for the dialogue. arranged and formatted in final draft.

transcript:

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I just burst out howling with laughter in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

I can’t stop thinking about this. This is like my fever dreams as directed by David Lynch. I want a feature length film.

gunshowcomic:

Thank you thank you thank you thank you. Thank you for stickin with me for however long you have stuck here. Gunshow was fun to do but I gotta do something else. I just have to. Thank you. Some important links for you: 

my main site, will soon be a easy way to check on what im doing. 

BACK is my other comic I am still doing with Anthony. We’re just getting started with it. 

Pinocchio, a comic adaptation. While not as dark as Gunshow could be, it’s a very interesting story I think. Which is why I’m doing it. 

Midnite Surprise, art blog and will probably post dumb one-off comics off and on. 

My twitter, a good way to follow what I’m doing and will be doing. And again.. Thank you.

molly-lou-melon:

meckamecha:

invincibleredshirt:

2007: you are a pirate

2012: cooking by the book

2016: we are number one

science proves that a new lazytown meme reveals itself once about every four years. what will the the 2020 lazytown meme be? only time will tell

No, the rate is increasing. The new one will be in 2019, then 2021, then 2022. By 2024 we could be seeing a new Lazytown meme every six hours.

lazy town memes but every time a new one happens it gets faster

grimelords:

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.