"Finally, I went out to L.A. to record my lines. And usually when you’re looping a movie, if it takes two days, that’s a lot. I don’t know if I should even tell this story, because it’s kind of mean. What the hell? It’s interesting. So I worked all day and kept going, ‘That’s the line? Well, I can’t say that.’ And you sit there and go, ‘What can I say that will make this funny? And make it make sense?’ And I worked. I was exhausted, soaked with sweat, and the lines got worse and worse. And I said, ‘OK, you better show me the whole rest of the movie, so we can see what we’re dealing with.’ So I sat down and watched the whole thing, and I kept saying, ‘Who the hell cut this thing? Who did this? What the f—k was Coen thinking?’ And then they explained it to me: it wasn’t written by that Joel Coen."
Bill Murray, on believing that Joel Coen of the Oscar-winning Coen Brothers wrote Garfield: The Movie (2004)
Great late ’80s commercial for EPCOT. They used the shot of Mickey on the geodome on the Daily Show the other night which I totally remember from when I was a kid. I remember that shot blowing my mind; how the heck did they get Mickey up there? (I Googled it last night, and my ideas of how they did it as a kid were much more interesting than the actual answer. Isn’t that always the case?)
"As I’ve mentioned in the past, I am not a big fan of [the Disney ride] Journey of the Little Mermaid, maybe because I think the source material is bad. First of all, like most human beings, I want to be a mermaid. So I have difficulty sympathizing with a character that seems unhappy with the fact that she’s rich, beautiful, thin, and lives underwater with a full orchestra and talking fish"
"The clerk helping me was a chubby fellow with a handlebar mustache. I have no patience for contemporary handlebar mustaches. They anger me. They look indulgent and ridiculous. If you have a handlebar mustache, that is pretty much all you are. You are a delivery system for a handlebar mustache. I saw a guy in Brooklyn once with a handlebar mustache, pierced ears, a fedora hat and jodhpurs. He was a collage of sartorial attempts at evading himself. It looked as if he were interrupted during a shave in the mid-1850s and had to grab some clothes and dress quickly while being chased through a time tunnel."
"Adult librarians are like lazy bakers: their patrons want a jelly doughnut, so they give them a jelly doughnut. Children’s librarians are ambitious bakers: ‘You like the jelly doughnut? I’ll get you a jelly doughnut. But you should try my cruller, too. My cruller is gonna blow your mind, kid."
"Frankie found her friend’s attitude infuriating. By opting out of what the boys were doing in favor of a typically feminine pursuit, Trish had closed a door—the door between herself and that boys’ club her brothers had on the beach. Sure, she was still invited. She could open the door again. But another summer spent making crumbles in the kitchen, and the boys would stop asking her to come out. Instead they’d expect warm dessert to be waiting for them on their return."
E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks
This snapshot was taken in the front yard of a house in Irvine, CA, in the summer of 1975. There’s me on the left, my brother on the right. Thumbtack holes adorn the upper corners; the photo was a fixture on my bedroom wall as I was growing up.
I remember three things about this day. I remember driving through suburban streets for what seemed like forever, and asking my parents if we were lost. I remember getting out of the car, and heading up Miss McDonough’s walkway, confused at how my teacher could now be living so far away from our home in the Bay Area. And I remember posing for this picture as we were saying our goodbyes.
There are other things I remember, from the previous year.
"A guy strolled up wearing a SEAWORLD SECURITY vest and very casually asked, “How y’all?” He held a can of something in his hand—pepper spray, I guessed. To stay calm, I wondered to myself, Does he have regular handcuffs, or does he have special SeaWorld handcuffs? Like, are they shaped like two curved dolphins coming together?"
Best: You’re the lone person in your row, and as your fellow flyers filter on the the plane, you wait, and wait and … yes! No neighbors! Hello, three-seat chaise lounge…
Worst: The seat next to Pam. Pam is a sweet lady from Arkansas and she is really eager to tell you about her entire life. She loves flying! Oh, you work at a website? Isn’t that awesome! Tell her more. Pam has a large family she is going to visit, and each member has their own exhaustive personal history! Oh, are those pictures, Pam?Great. You have waited too long to put in your headphones and now you can’t tune out without seeming rude. There. Is. No. Escape.