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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.
Marc Maron, floating to the top of my “quotes” file, with this from My Desperate, Stupid, Emotional Hunt for the Perfect Pants. [via Lefsetz]
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Casting Networks: Show up “having had”
by colleen wainwright | the communicatrixWhy the simple instruction sometimes given out with a call time can be a great way to look at your career—maybe even your life!
One of the things I loved about working commercials on either side of the camera was the food. From the humble breakfast…
So yeah, I talk about shit to actors sometimes, too. Like, for the past almost-seven years. But who’s counting, right?
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Everybody knows this is nowhere, Garry Winogrand
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Title: Bloody Jesus
Genre: Romance Novel
First Line: “Many thought Joseph looked particularly handsome that evening.”
How fun would this class be?
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The Fresh Ten Commandments: The Fresh Ten
Recent events have made it clear that we are suffering from a broken moral compass. People today could use some general guidance.
Since the original ten commandments seem somewhat narrow and obsolete (too much focus on livestock, servants, and jealous god issues), here is a modest first…
Modest, my Aunt Fanny. These are brilliant.
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Cannot. Stop. Listening.
