hello, I’m Daniel.
voted “most profane fuck on letterboxd” three years running.
I don’t sleep much, so I watch movies.
you know, I’m glad there’s someone like Joe Carnahan out there, just making delicious three star trash-glory cinema and reveling in it. all his movies are sorta bad and not super well made, but they’re fun. if they were more sci-fi you could call them Pyunesque and if they had more mammoth mammaries you could ring it up as Sidarisian. but he’s out there, just chugging along, a lot of whip-pans and over the top lighting and squirming disheveled people…
I, too, had never taken a basic sociology class and was thusly blown away by the impossible brain power of Jordan Peterson, a man so intellectually formidable that a Slovenian trash panda with a persistent cold obliterated him harder than an amateur nineteen year old on pornhub’s black cock friday.
EDITOR: Ayn, I love it. but I have some notes. it’s great, mind. I love how the working class are a bunch of depraved meaningless parasites and the rich guys are rapists but also the only ones bold enough to innovate. it’s so realistic, you know? really paints a portrait of a world.
AYN RAND: [trying to eat a stapler] grrrrRRRRFFFffff.
EDITOR: now about the hundred page speech...
AYN RAND: [spits out stapler, begins yapping like a chihuahua]