Just one more video essay to go, and I’m done for the summer! Then it’s back to wasting time on the tumbles. :)
my mom and brother are visiting!
a new Game of Thrones airs!
is Wrestlemania!

So long, Ebert.
so infinitely better than mine

Drawings in my lecture notebook. (Anything but writing this essay at the moment…)
I told Housing I don’t smoke but I’m willing to live with a smoker next year.
Am I willing to live with a smoker next year?
AM I WILLING?
I JUST DON’T KNOW
Paul McCartney writing a letter to Bryan: Hey Jude, haha just kidding, hey Bryan, but did you get my reference? It’s to a song that you wrote for us. John’s dead, have you heard the news? Love, Paul McCartney
-Throwing Shade, episode 35
*strokes chin* My earliest pro wrestling memory is probably seeing my next door neighbor’s action figures (not sure who they were of, but in retrospect probably someone like Stone Cold Steve Austin) and having absolutely no interest whatsoever haha. Boxing… probably watching Million Dollar Baby with my mother and being scared shitless because the foley is intense as heck in the bout scenes in that film. Ahh these are not exciting answers I’m sorry, haha! :V
The Man with the Movie Camera (1929)
Persepolis (2007)
Welcome to the Dollhouse (2004)
Velvet Goldmine (1998)
An American Werewolf in London (1981), John Landis
Anime Tim Allen
So just Tim Allen then.
mmmm yes good
