There are times, when the smell of spring is distant but discernible through the open car window, and the bass of the song on the radio is pulsing through your legs just so, and the moon is rising yellow oval over the horizon, and your fangs slide out of your jaw into place with that comfortable click, when everything feels just RIGHT.
I run.
The paved trail winds close to our house and is used by bikers, runners, and walkers. Today is a nice day so a lot of people are out. Since the trail is narrow it’s best to run without headphones so you can hear bikers signaling to pass on days like this.
I hear a dog on a leash growl at a squirrel.
I hear a man tell his colleague he appreciates how a certain politician carries himself on television.
I hear birds overhead singing in clusters. The branches of the trees on both sides stretch over the trail in places, forming a tunnel when they bloom.
I hear an older lady tell her colleague how frustrated she is that the clerk would only return her the sales price on the cardigan she took back.
I hear a woodpecker slam his head into a tree, as fast as a machine.
I hear a woman tell her colleague how that was the boy she voted for three times on American Idol, she tried five times and got through three, that boy sang so well and she loved his shirt.
And I run.
Working on the clip for Criterion, my son walked by, saw this image and asked, ‘Dad, how did you get Monkey to think?’
HEYSAM REAL ORIGINAL USE OF STOP ANIMATION AND THE MAPLE LEAF RAG !
Great minds think alike, Shmessie. Great minds. I claim complete ignorance of that film, but it is lovely and very well made. Only problem now that you’ve made the connection is that I will forever associate Delicious Monster with handjobs. Kind of gives new meaning to the name.
Twitter: The Criterion Collection
What if Twitter… came to life?
We asked some of our friends to film their favorite tweets. We didn’t care how they did it. They could read it. They could act it. They could do it with puppets. Whatever they wanted. The only rules were it had to be a tweet written by someone else and it had to contain the entire tweet and nothing but the tweet.
This is what they gave us.
We hope you enjoy it.
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4 things I thought when I first watched this.
1) They keep the pussy in tupperware.
2) The AFTERSLAP. It’s the afterslap.
3) I love the video camera on Theresa’s flip-phone.
4) When Jason goes to the beach, how many else of you expected him to eat a fish? (you know, like a pelican)
Magnificent work, all. Jason and Jen, thank you for wrangling and for the idea. I’m honored to have some toots in this and to participate. Much love.
Turns out it’s Bailey’s (@baileygenine) birthday today. Sam (@samhey) and I thought it might be nice if we gathered up a bunch of people to make her a group video card, with this little fill-in-the-blank script as the only direction:
“Hi Bailey! I think that you are [adjective]. For your birthday, I got you a(n) [adverb adjective noun]. Have a(n) [adjective] day - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Happy birthday, Bailey. Your wonderfully strange friends love you.
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Bailey brings out the funny and creative best in some very funny and creative folks here. (And I like to think that Jayden is wishing us *all* a poopy summer.)
Happy birthday Bailey!
I don’t know if I’ve told him this, but every time I see this image I picture Adam’s smiling face. (even if it’s a crappy toot.) Happy birthday, buddy. Thanks for bringing good things, including your smile, into our lives.
