On Clue, another of Jack's lines from earlier in the story (no, seriously!):
"Professor Shackle, if you'll excuse me," her eyes never leaving Holland, "Tony. Do you mind pouring the Professor here another whisky and coffee? I promise that I'll be back in a short while to conclude our interview, but I'm afraid that Colonel Mustard's at it again with the candlestick, if you know what I mean."
Nice one, Papers. And, hey, I recognize that drink. Now, if only I didn't concoct new and dirty meanings to Mustard and his candlestick.
It's a very Love Boaty flick, so aside from it being a 'clean death' of the no-gore sort (slow-acting poison delivered by melty dart), it's got to be a balance of mysterious threat and cute romancey side-glances and concerns about getting it on with a potential murderer going all 'round.
I'm predicting a direct-to-DVD future, unless it gets redirected to a cable channel. But, yeah, as soon as the nondisclosure nonsense is up, I'll make a mention somewhere.
I've never got the point of nondisclosure clauses or gag orders in ultra-low-budget productions. Or, even in moderately budgeted ones. Dude You Never Heard of stars in Director you Might Have Seen Once Credited on a Sitcom Episode's intrepid investigation of quite softcore wokkettawokketta, brightly colored cocktails, and humorous death on the high seas!
But, simultaneously, some other branch can register it on IMDB or knock up a promo website, and that's fine.
Maybe, they just don't like writers to talk? Would explain why you don't see David Mammet or Akiva Goldsmith on Letterman too often.
I've got a bit of alcohol, Barbelith, a copy of A Grand Don't Come For Free by the Streets on the player, and an overwhelming need to see who's up so as to distract from my creative dry spell.
I almost hate to admit, but I actually prefer the cheap, cheap Made in Mexico instant to much of the gourmet, pricey, grind-it-yourself stuff. Cheap, instant, and oily.
It's like the Ouran High School Host Club up in here.
I perform the rite of lateshiftomancy, as I have decided to continue drinking until my weak, flabby English constitution overrules me! Why should you North Americans have all the fun?
Today, following the declared end of our mouldering relationship, I helped my girlfriend move her computer and sundries into our spare room. Believe me when I say I do not post about this in order to attract sympathy. This relationship should have been killed off a long time past and I am only ashamed I wasn't the one who did so. So I now partake of Barbelith, my number one favourite displacement activity.
I still have forty minutes of the job to do before my week is officially over and I am allowed to have a long weekend. And by long weekend, I mean two days off in a row. Good old B.C. Day.
Then it's off to dinner with the gang, followed by Yellow Submarine being shown in the park at dusk.
Home after a killer sushi dinner with a great friend, a couple of drinks at the bar, and now sitting comfortably in my jammies at home. Saturday nights should always be this awesome.
Just got in from a very heavy meal of BBQ (from three different animals), slaw, and chocolate. Weirdly, it took me getting back to the house to get hungry again.
Seriously, I had my best gay couple take me and Matt S to this place when he was here in June. They told us that the sushi chef made top notch everything. He does. It's fucking ace.
Joy for your culinary delightful evening Kali, not sure where you may be on the world timezone mockery of now, but am pleased, nay slighlty proud to be able to be lateshifting with you at good old 5 in the morning Manchester time.
Just met some delightful (sorry no other word for it) new folk and have suitably recovered from yesterday's hangover from hell, rather drunkish and up for some serious lateshi**ing. Anyone with me???
Still pleasantly full from sushi. Am watching, I'm sure much to the detriment of all my beloved "Anglish" 'Lithers, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.
Listen, I know this movie is nowhere near authenticity, but it is pretty durn entertaining.
Let's Lateshift all! Like a bad 50s dance that never quite got popular!
