Blade Runner: Roswell

Don't I Know It!

[He approaches deadlines] "with the reluctance of a long-distance swimmer shivering on the brink of a cold, grey English Channel. In the manic depressive moments of the third night without sleep – when the deadline is long past and the mental block has set solid as concrete, the writer inevitably descends into self-analysis. He knows, of course, that it will be no more help than the last Dexedrine tablet but still clings to the naïve hope that, somehow, sometime, he will find a way of avoiding the recurrence of his present hopeless situation".
Carter Brown

sexta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2011

Everything I Know About Life I've Learned From TV #002

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Don't I Know It!

Words of Wisdom

Self Evident Truth

Universos Paralelos

Captain's Log

Warp Speed... Engage!

The Man Who Fell to Earth

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Time Machine

The Imaginarium

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