"Was it good for y—babe! Babe, what's wrong? You're crying!"

"Oh, you know. Post coitus, omnia animal triste."

"Yeah, but you're, like, sobbing. And packing. Those are actually my pants by the w—no, no, you keep them, that's fine, all good!"

"Was it good for y—babe! Babe, what's wrong? You're crying!"

"Oh, you know. Post coitus, omnia animal triste."

"Yeah, but you're, like, sobbing. And packing. Those are actually my pants by the w—no, no, you keep them, that's fine, all good!"

[Excerpt from Chapter 6 of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams] “Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.”

I kind of just don't have any doubt anymore: the vast majority of all current social media and mass communication trends are just another thing that Douglas Adams nailed almost 50 years ago.

Progress: when everything changed so that you could submit your headshots and résumés online instead of wasting a lot of stuff (headshots, envelopes, postage, TIME, etc.) on a shot in the dark.

Regress: when everything changed so that you MUST self-tape, right away, for shit you know *zero* about.

Goddammit did I really just take my pondering on all of my most crushing emotional moments in life being linked by the common theme of "loss" and accidentally come up with a fucking brilliant pitch for a series that I'll need to write two episodes of for it to even be understood?

Yeah.

Goddammit.

The basic drive behind all the douchebags actively annihilating all that is good in the world is obvious: It's really easy to want to completely destroy the future when you peaked at 18 in the distant past.

(Look, *I* peaked at, like, 13, and I *still* understand that it's not all about me.)

Just ask for my headshot and résumé. I'll send them. My demo reels are all there, too. Plus I've got a website with even more demos and pics.

Why waste my time AND yours shooting self-tape if the answer from the start is "Oh, no, we're looking for a WASPy blond" or something? (Or just "Not you.")

Progress: when everything changed so that you could submit your headshots and résumés online instead of wasting a lot of stuff (headshots, envelopes, postage, TIME, etc.) on a shot in the dark.

Regress: when everything changed so that you MUST self-tape, right away, for shit you know *zero* about.

[Excerpt from Chapter 6 of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams] “Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.”

I kind of just don't have any doubt anymore: the vast majority of all current social media and mass communication trends are just another thing that Douglas Adams nailed almost 50 years ago.

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"…a good start."

Oh, wait, I thought you were setting up a punchline.

Though, let's be honest here…

Goddammit did I really just take my pondering on all of my most crushing emotional moments in life being linked by the common theme of "loss" and accidentally come up with a fucking brilliant pitch for a series that I'll need to write two episodes of for it to even be understood?

Yeah.

Goddammit.

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Ha! Greetings fellow pedant.

Goofy bit is that: a) I read Čapek's play over three decades ago; and b) my wife's Russian and I speak enough to know the Eastern European etymology there. (I was gonna point that out in the post above but figured I'd just let the quip roll.) 😉

Look, regarding "capitalism makes you think financial is the only success, when success can instead be enjoying just being creative with other creatives"…

It's beautiful. Really! I dig it.

But that *financial* success is what I need so that I can help support my family and continue to be creative.

A mockup of an ATM touchscreen with scanlines across it. On a blue background, the green header reads: "WOULD YOU LIKE A RECEIPT?" Below that, two option buttons, each in white text on a wide green button: "Why would I expect that?" "Rabies." Yeah, your guess is as good as mine. My wife said: "Yeah, if anyone ever wants to get to know you, just tell them that dream and they'll probably get it."

Dozing on the couch with my (sickie) toddler this morning, I had a very bizarre dream, and when I woke up I vividly remembered the touchscreen of an ATM in the dream that gave me some…odd options. (Hastily recreated just now so you get to enjoy the madness too.)

My dream last night was "Meatballs" (1979) meets "Wicker Man" (2006), but it was the SECOND time I've had this dream, so instead of trying to solve the mystery and save everybody, I was bored and annoyed, not playing along, which dumbfounded the bad guys.

Not entirely sure if this is progress.

I had a recurring "Crap I haven't gone to a single science class in TWO YEARS" dream (I always aced science IRL) until several years back, when the same dream…let me graduate anyway for some reason. 🤔

Stopped having dreams like that…until a couple years ago when THIS ridiculous one randomly hit:

The basic drive behind all the douchebags actively annihilating all that is good in the world is obvious: It's really easy to want to completely destroy the future when you peaked at 18 in the distant past.

(Look, *I* peaked at, like, 13, and I *still* understand that it's not all about me.)

This regime wants to legalize slavery SO badly they're going to end-run it in the hopes we won't figure it out until it's too late.

"…when you put content out there…you hope people use it."

No, I hope they BUY it. 'Cause it's not "content." It's *work*. That I did. And would like to get paid for, you supercilious dumbass.

They started calling everything "content" precisely so they could pull crap like this.

Same picture of Marc Andreessen but with the cracks in an eggshell photoshopped into his remarkably egg-like head.

Pretty sure 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is the original, but he's got the money to pay for solid retouching.

Once again reminded by this dipshit and his "administration" of the game my sibs and I played on long drives when we were little: a RACE with two rules…

1. Any car that passed us was "Disqualified!" (we'd yell happily).

2. Any car we passed was "Back in the race!" (we'd shout).

But…WE were KIDS.

Oh, sure, if *I* pee for 53 seconds of film time it's called "degenerate porn" but if *TOM HANKS* pees for 53 seconds of film time it's called a "moving, Oscar-worthy performance."

Hm.

I guess if I'm thinking about taking on web dev/design clients again, I should probably scrub all the stuff I've posted here about how entirely goddamn futile websites are in a web epoch where everything is done on less than a dozen sites owned by three companies.

Which'd include THIS post.

Once upon a time, the whole idea of search engines was that if you did what you do, and you did it well, and enough people knew it, and you got links and traffic and stuff was happening…then you'd rank well in search results. Simple. Just do you.

And then the gamification/arms race began. 😒

As I had to explain to clients (way back when I still regularly took them on), there's literally *no such thing* as white hat SEO. The best you get is grey hat, because trying to optimize your search engine ranking is ALREADY cheating…if the search engines play by the rules.

Which they don't.

Ugh, job listings.

Entirely aside from "SEO-optimized" being redundant the same way "ATM machine" or "PIN number" is, do companies really think SEO means a good godDAMN anymore, with what Google et al have done to the entire field of web search?

Well, it's that time of year again.

Student filmmakers, I have just a FEW thoughts on what might help you get your projects done as professionally as possible.

As a tip, pay close attention to thought #1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13, and 15. And all the even-numbered ones, too.

Peace and love, kids. ✌️❤️

Honestly reminds me of all the "Hey, you don't HAVE to fly, so you're CHOOSING to allow them to do whatever" to which the only sane response ever was "Hi, have you met the goddamn 21st century? How about even just the 20th? 'Cause 'having to fly' somewhere is pretty goddamn common for MANY reasons."