a musing on perfect days
After just finishing my last post I remembered something that Anne and I have talked about.
Giant Robot, the magazine, and their perfect days.
Martin asked me casually once to do one maybe. Anne already has. It's become one of my favorite things in the magazine; part of this video I'm trying to shoot now is about explicating the depth within a prosaic day, how our interior minds charge the ordinary. I think it's a really sweet gesture to read different people's takes on what makes a perfect day.
I thought of it too because if I'm asked to think of a perfect day, I suppose I could write about directing as I love shoot days like no other. But I wouldn't say they're perfect. Maybe too stressful, even, despite the enjoyment. I'd probably write about a day spent scuba diving.
But here's my ultimate musing: why is that thus far no one has ended their Giant Robot perfect day with getting laid? I mean seriously, it's a perfect day, and don't tell me that a perfect day ending with getting wickedly laid and a midnight feast followed by spooning isn't pretty much the be all end all epilogue...
But then Anne told me that the point is to write up a perfect day you set out to have and document, not one that has already happened or you dream up. First person to offer a smartass response as to why I wouldn't be able to write that up gets a laugh.
Giant Robot, the magazine, and their perfect days.
Martin asked me casually once to do one maybe. Anne already has. It's become one of my favorite things in the magazine; part of this video I'm trying to shoot now is about explicating the depth within a prosaic day, how our interior minds charge the ordinary. I think it's a really sweet gesture to read different people's takes on what makes a perfect day.
I thought of it too because if I'm asked to think of a perfect day, I suppose I could write about directing as I love shoot days like no other. But I wouldn't say they're perfect. Maybe too stressful, even, despite the enjoyment. I'd probably write about a day spent scuba diving.
But here's my ultimate musing: why is that thus far no one has ended their Giant Robot perfect day with getting laid? I mean seriously, it's a perfect day, and don't tell me that a perfect day ending with getting wickedly laid and a midnight feast followed by spooning isn't pretty much the be all end all epilogue...
But then Anne told me that the point is to write up a perfect day you set out to have and document, not one that has already happened or you dream up. First person to offer a smartass response as to why I wouldn't be able to write that up gets a laugh.
1 Comments:
where there's a willy there's a way, aaron. oh, and bacon. you also need to wear a bacon thong and bat wings.
that will always get you laid.
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