Doctor Who the hell cares
Okay, Tumblr. It’s from an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000. It’s specifically from “Overdrawn at the Memory Bank,” during which Mike and the Bots mock a really poor special effects sequence that resembles the mid-80s opening to Doctor Who. I bet you’re all reblogging this with various levels of ire and anger and derision, right?
So that’s fun.
Thank you! And thank you for reading. I don’t get to write here nearly as much as I used to, but I always try to return with something good.
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I need to make a new about page. If it was to exist right now, it would go something like this: erstwhile filmmaker, music executive, grad student, recovering alcoholic, and traveling New Yorker writes out the odds and ends that don’t fit anywhere else into this tumblr. It’s all in the name of getting to do this for a living someday. I’m always trying to add something joyous, unique, and above all coherent to the conversation here. I hope you’ll all stick around to have some fun.
It’s Mid-September of 1992, and my brother and I are trying to figure out what to do on a Friday to celebrate being back in school. My mother chimes in:
"Do you want to go to the movies? I can get you and your friends into Blade Runner.”
Which is, while among our favorite movies, an incredibly violent and bleak piece of work for your typical elementary school child. There’s a moment between us, a stunned silence that comes from hearing that offer from the woman who threw her hands over your face during the trailer for Friday the Thirteenth Part VIII and then again as Donovan melts at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Realizing this, she adds:
"I know it’s Rated R. But it’s the director’s cut and I know we all want to see it."
And that’s how I should have known that my mom would be entirely cool for the rest of her life with having a big sci-fi loving, con-going, film-making son. I hadn’t thought about that moment in years. Probably explains a lot.
…But yeah, I did write a spec draft and come up with concept art and casting in my off time a few years back. Because I’m an absurd human like that. If anyone’s going to make it, I’m glad a fellow USC alum is at the helm.
(But seriously, there’s probably a three-thousand word flood of ideas coming tonight. Prepare your timeline appropriately.)
I Almost Had It That Time DAMN IT!: The 2048 Story
The phrase “don’t trust anyone over thirty” has to be chief among them. I’m just about out of my twenties and I can tell you that I barely know shit. At twenty-two I was a damn moron. Maybe listen to someone who’s screwed up in your situation before and can tell you a thing or two.
I wrote it and decided to not share it. The world doesn’t need more black horror from my past.
I’ll say this much: every one of us is running from something that we can’t possibly understand or contemplate at first glance. There are dark days and horrible moments and terror beyond imagination in each of our backgrounds. They may need support from the world more than you know. Be kind. I know the default, especially here on Tumblr, can be indignation and defense, but try to be kind. You may change something for the better.
HOW DID IT TAKE ME SEVENTEEN YEARS TO GET THIS
I don’t know why movies even tried after 1986.
I’m pretty sure this is the song that’s played on the dance floor in Hell.