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Captain Nemo’s submarine Nautilus from Walt Disney’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (1954)

Harper Goff’s immortal Nautilus design: the reason everyone who develops a Captain Nemo project hopes Disney picks up the movie rights…

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publicschoolshow:

Public School is back in sesh on Wednesday Sept 3rd at 9pm.
And we have moved to a new house: The Virgil, 4519 Santa Monica (off Virgil).  It’s dark and comfy and the cocktails are fancy. No cover. Free Gratis. 
These folks will captivate ya:
Dana Snyder * Baron Vaughn * Toby Huss * Ariel Hart * Kelly Hudson * Jenny Yang * Joey Slamon * hosted by registered shape-shifter James Urbaniak 
RSVP NOW AND OPEN UP

This is a very large number of my favorite people, all in one place and time.

publicschoolshow:

Public School is back in sesh on Wednesday Sept 3rd at 9pm.

And we have moved to a new house: The Virgil, 4519 Santa Monica (off Virgil).  It’s dark and comfy and the cocktails are fancy. No cover. Free Gratis. 

These folks will captivate ya:

Dana Snyder * Baron Vaughn * Toby Huss * Ariel Hart * Kelly Hudson * Jenny Yang * Joey Slamon * hosted by registered shape-shifter James Urbaniak 

RSVP NOW AND OPEN UP

This is a very large number of my favorite people, all in one place and time.

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Uncle Dickie

He was a fine director, possibly a better actor, and seems to have been a lovely human being.  But when I think of him, I always think of an anecdote I heard about him that cracks me up, while also violating the image I would expect most people have of the grandfatherly old chap.

I can think of about four or five people who might have told me this story, but it was so long ago I’m not sure who did.

From 1971 to 1973, Jane Seymour was Richard Attenborough’s neice, by marriage.  When she arrived on the set of LIVE AND LET DIE, she had a note with her, from “Uncle Dickie”, to new James Bond Roger Moore.

Moore opened the sealed envelope, and found a breezy note from Uncle Dickie, about what a darling child Jane was, and how talented, and so forth.

The last line of the note was:

"If you fuck her, I will kill you.  Yours, Dickie"

Roger seems concerned.

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ryallsfiles:

My favorite book ever. I think I can never have enough different editions of it, starting with the little paperback edition here that I got from a Scholastic Book Club at age 10.

Maybe the first book I really loved, the first one that really captured and fired my imagination.  I should read it again… it’s been a while…

ryallsfiles:

My favorite book ever. I think I can never have enough different editions of it, starting with the little paperback edition here that I got from a Scholastic Book Club at age 10.

Maybe the first book I really loved, the first one that really captured and fired my imagination.  I should read it again… it’s been a while…

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danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.
This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.
The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”
He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.
I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”
That is what you call a human being.

One human being writing about another human being. Always worth a read, really.

danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.

This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.

The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”

He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.

I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”

That is what you call a human being.

One human being writing about another human being. Always worth a read, really.

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thesofiya:

Because a number of people have reached out to me for therapist/psychiatrist recommendations, I decided I would compile the several resources I’ve gathered from my friends’ Facebook feeds in case anyone’s looking for help right now in LA. Please post your own recommendations in the replies, and I…


A couple of days ago, I had a dream about a friend who killed himself. I woke up thinking about my own struggles with depression, and my wife encouraged me (not for the first time), to try harder to find a therapist.  Before I could even address myself to that task, the news came through that Robin Williams had killed himself.  So I asked for recommendations, and my friend Sofiya was one of the first to respond.  She has now created a page for all the recommendations she’s collected over the past few days, including all of those from my Facebook thread. I hope this helps. It certainly helped me.


Click the title to see the list.

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Five Things You Don’t Know About Star Wars: The Third One Will Blow Your Mind. Unless You’ve Seen Star Wars. But You Haven’t, Right?

1) Episode Four was actually the FIRST ONE RELEASED.

2) Anakin Skywalker = Darth Vader.  MIND.  BLOWN.

3) In two out of six Star Wars movies, Yoda is a PUPPET.

4) The Ewoks are like Wookies, only shorter. CHECK OUT THE NAME, BACKWARDS.

5) Han Solo is really INDIANA JONES.

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Captain Kirk explains human love to talk show host and noted Skrull sleeper agent Larry King.

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Such Good Trailer

Did I forget to blog about this?  That would be stupid.

I produced and edited a movie last year.  It’s on the festival circuit, it’s looking for distribution, and it’s funny.  It stars Michael Urie (the one man powerhouse starring in Buyer & Cellar), Randy Harrison (from Queer as Folk) and a bunch of other extremely talented actors I love and so do you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFJqo-SWVqM

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"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."

Jonathan Carroll  (via theremina)


I couldn’t agree more. I do my best to live up to this, and it is very rewarding when I succeed.

(Source: quotethat, via chrisroberson)