February 2009
Wrap it up
We’ve finally officially wrapped shooting episode one and started writing more episodes. Editing this week. Tons of fun (like a Lane Bryant model!).
Ego
I was reminded of that shitty song that goes ‘AND I SAID WHAT ABOUT BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S?!’ (you know the one) and remembered that at my senior prom the other band that played covered it. I think they also played Six Pence None The Richer (Kiss me!).
My band played ‘Where Is My Mind’ and ‘Say It Ain’t So’. Not to suck my own dick or anything but...
Ew.
gunstreetgirl:
I’m off to do grown-up things with leases and money and shit like that. I keep forgetting that I’ll be 22 this year. fffffffuuuu-
At first I thought this post said ‘lazers’ instead of ‘leases’. Now I’m just disappointed and have a bad taste in my mouth. You let me down.
I have been experiencing a TON of deja vu lately.
girlinport:
OMG there are so many glitches in the ~*~MATRIX~*~
My sister is pretty funny (that means LOL).
beerforbreakfast:
If I could, I doubt there is anything I’d rather do than rap.
You can.
ALAN RULES, SUCK IT ASS-SKIN!
mybrandyalexander:
YEAH FUCK YEAH!
Oh yeah?
Props
Me: For the Jamaican's we have a pipe and a hacky sack.
Gabe: That's not even Jamaican. That's just college.
Me: Oh, it's Jamaican. Just when everyone goes to college they pretend to be like that for a while. Listen to Bob Marley and think about growing dreads. Then like 3 assholes in your freshman class actually do it.
Gabe: That's true.
“now it’s done, watch it go. you’ve changed some, water runs from the snow.”
– joanna newsom, peach plum pear (via downlikehoney)
RealRealSoft get on AIM!
alanmh2005
simple truths
realrealsoft:
your car doesn’t matter. your home doesn’t matter. your income doesn’t matter. (entirety: urbanredneck)
Bullshit.
Having money ain’t everything, not having it is.
Johnny and The Moon - The Ballad of Scarlet Town
...
Caragh
Mr. Esquire
Area 51
White Widow/AK-47
Style
Professor: Andrew Jones fan?
Guy In Rangers Hat: Huh?
P: The Rangers hat.
GIRH: Me?
P: The only guy in the Rangers hat.
GIRH: Oh...uh I don't follow baseball.
P: So...
GIRH: It matches my shoes.
P: It matches your shoes. I like that.
nedhepburn:
Devendra Banhart “Chinese Children”
Songs From The Black Hole - Here →
I stopped listening to the =W= after Maladroit and I should have stopped earlier I guess. For the longest time I had a handful of tracks from this abandoned rock opera River’s made right before Pinkerton. There are some motherfucking gems on here and it inspired a 15 year old Alan to write his own rock opera (which , at least for a fifteen year old, fucking ruled). Download this.
A Rent Boy Goes Down, Apostle of Hustle
A writer, a director, an actor.
Some of my mentors have confirmed this feeling of mine and I’m sure everyone in the creative process goes through this:
One second: This is fucking great! I did an amazing job! I rule and everyone else can suck my third dick.
Next second: Jesus Christ I am a fucking failure. Third graders have shat better work than this. I fucking hate me.
Repeat, over and over and over.
Well right...
doublewhiskycokenoice
Let’s go to work.
Liveblogging a six-pack and half bottle of whisky...
All this talk...
walpaper:
And all this video about the Amazon Kindle 2 is making me want one.
Please just buy my Kindle 1 so I can eat.
My grandma is all messed up on Xanax right now.
girlinport:
I’m jealous.
I hope she didn’t black out my phone call earlier when I asked for money!
The Funny Guy!
No, I’m not talking about myself. I’m fucking hilarious! LOL. Anyway, that one guy who tries in that really weird I-feel-embarrassed-for-you-way who most of us know just came into my work.
“Buenos Nachos”, he greets me. Ah, I see what you did there.
“I’m here to return all (WARPSPEED SEAN CONNERY ACCENT GO!) thish shite”.
Come on, man. You just...
The auction is almost over
Come on you motherfuckers! FEED ME!
That's what I'm talkin' about.
I am the worst fucking
actor/writer/director/comedian/everything.
Things can only get better!
molls:
Smile - Lily Allen ft. Wale
Speedies, Time
Fun power-pop, the rest of the...
The landlord just called
to inform us of a noise complaint for playing the drums late at night. We haven’t had a drum kit in our apartment for nearly 3 months.
