Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of making egregiously expositional slop that billions of people could half-watch on tiny screens, intercut with thirty-seven AI ads for the same product, and then immediately discard from their memory banks. :)

Womanhood is not an exclusive club that requires a vulva at birth for membership, and even if it were, it certainly wouldn't need 'protecting' from the likes of JK Rowling and all the idiots behind this UK decision. (1/2)

I fear that we millennial girlies are doomed to forever chase, but never achieve, that particular and exalted high of taking a lil nibble of those jelly Polly Pocket clothes.

Been craving/drinking a lot of milk lately. I figure I'm either calcium deficient or beginning my villain arc.

film still #45

Irving at desk in dream.

#severance

"Well we used AI to do things we wouldn't otherwise have been able to do-" Citizen Kane was made without AI. Metropolis was made without AI. Oh and also: EVERY OTHER MOVIE EVER MADE until like 2 years ago was made without AI. Get your shit together.

Today a class I'm TAing watched Fargo - all but two (2) students for the first time - and I can gleefully confirm that every time Steve Buscemi said, "Whoa daddy" it was a BIG hit.

The abject terror of being broke and then also being almost out of olive oil

Every day I take my dog for a 'Joaquin Phoenix' and then before we turn around to head home I ask, "Do you feel mentally nourished?"

I think that every day at least once per hour Toronto streetcars should go straight through their route without stopping and just open the doors and let us run to hop on sandworm style

Zorro the co-pilot.