The short hipster French Duke of Awkward. A trans*/genderqueer nerd. Feminist, knitter, part-time artist, RPer, and liquor store employee.
I have lots of different nicknames (and one legal one that I've grown uncomfortable about using), but I prefer to be called David Christopher. Or just David, really. Not Dave. Dave (Barry) is a comedic writer, and I'll never be as funny as him.
Regarding pronouns: I prefer masculine or gender-neutral pronouns, in that order. Female pronouns will earn you a set of bruised shins.
I play Rose Tyler in a tumblr RP. (link below) I'm much more active there than I am here.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
theamazingadventuresofspider-guy:
By now, most Quentin Tarantino fans are aware of the connections interlaced throughout all of his films. John Travolta’s Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction is the brother of Michael Madsen’s Vic Vega in Reservoir Dogs, Harvey Keitel’s Mr. White worked with Alabama from True Romance, the plot basis for Kill Bill is described as the synopsis for a TV series in Pulp Fiction, etc.
Now the epiphany that Eli Roth’s character of Donny Donowitz aka “The Bear Jew” in Inglourious Basterds is the father of the movie producer Lee Donowitz in True Romance has inspired a truly mind-blowing theory that the rest of the films (chronologically speaking) in Tarantino’s filmography take place in a world where [Inglorious Basterds spoiler] World War II came to an end when Adolf Hitler was brutally murdered in a movie theater by the Basterds.
This initial connection was brought up in an article on Cracked, but a poster on Reddit (via David Chen’s Twitter) has more eloquently summed up what this means for Tarantino’s movieverse:
As it turns out, Donny Donowitz, ‘The Bear Jew’, is the father of movie producer Lee Donowitz from True Romance – which means that, in Tarantino’s universe, everybody grew up learning about how a bunch of commando Jews machine gunned Hitler to death in a burning movie theater, as opposed to quietly killing himself in a bunker. Because World War 2 ended in a movie theater, everybody lends greater significance to pop culture, hence why seemingly everybody has Abed-level knowledge of movies and TV. Likewise, because America won World War 2 in one concentrated act of hyperviolent slaughter, Americans as a whole are more desensitized to that sort of thing. Hence why Butch is unfazed by killing two people, Mr. White and Mr. Pink take a pragmatic approach to killing in their line of work, Esmerelda the cab driver is obsessed with death, etc. You can extrapolate this further when you realize that Tarantino’s movies are technically two universes – he’s gone on record as saying that Kill Bill and From Dusk ‘Til Dawn take place in a ‘movie movie universe’; that is, they’re movies that characters from the Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, True Romance, and Death Proof universe would go to see in theaters. (Kill Bill, after all, is basically Fox Force Five, right on down to Mia Wallace playing the title role.) What immediately springs to mind about Kill Bill and From Dusk ‘Til Dawn? That they’re crazy violent, even by Tarantino standards. These are the movies produced in a world where America’s crowning victory was locking a bunch of people in a movie theater and blowing it to bits – and keep in mind, Lee Donowitz, son of one of the people on the suicide mission to kill Hitler, is a very successful movie producer. Basically, it turns every Tarantino movie into alternate reality sci fi. I love it so hard.
AGREE
Woah.
Iron Man vs. Batman : The Ultimate Battle
*SNORK*
(Source: anenvelopewithoutanaddress)
Shit.
I am drunk.
Like, DRUNK drunk.
I need this on my body. Now.
(Source: blua)
Teeny, tiny unintended detail.
I win at clothes.
Prepare to be out-dappered by the one family member you don’t consider to be “male” at the wedding tonight.
Maybelline “Confidence” ads. SO happy with how the colors in these turned out in printing and matting. To clarify, these are not real Maybelline ads, they were created for an advertising class.
EDIT: This is important. This means a lot to me. I legitimately believe a huge mistake was made today.
These ads were a part of my portfolio into the advanced advertising program at my school. About half of the people who apply get in. I got into the first two creative classes, intro and intermediate, and I was confident I would get into advanced… especially after I posted these on tumblr and in a matter of a few hours got THOUSANDS of notes with people saying that they loved them, most people even believing they were real advertisements and not something a 21 year old student made for class.
The only reservation I had was that my portfolio was being judged by two older men. Two men who have never worn makeup in their lives. Two men who would probably not even begin to understand what this campaign means. Two men who have never been under societal pressures to wear makeup, but then being told they’re insecure for doing so.
Those reservations might have been founded, as evidenced by the fact that I did not get in. I was rejected. I got over 5,500 notes on these ads in 24 hours, yet I was rejected for not being good enough. I can’t finish the program, and I have to figure out where to go from here.
Now to the good stuff: Tumblr is amazing. Everyone who has reblogged this, whether your comments were negative or positive, is amazing. I find it truly astounding that these have gotten so much attention. These, which are advertisements selling you something, something people inherently dislike. I am humbled, shocked, and grateful. This is the first time since I’ve been in advertising that I felt like I was doing something right… that maybe, just maybe, I could make it in this industry and make a positive change.
Those dreams were squashed today. I cried, and I complained. I’m angry — but not at myself like I thought I would be. I feel they made a mistake. I refuse to believe that I’m in the bottom 50% of the people who applied. I deserve to be in that program, and I know it. Thousands of people can’t be wrong that this is a good idea. An idea that MEANS something, and idea that resonates with many people. 2 older, conventional men can absolutely be wrong when it comes to judging what makes a good makeup ad.
Here’s where you come in. Let’s make them regret their decision. Reblog this, like it, comment on it, whatever. Let’s get this attention… so much attention that they can’t ignore it. While the decisions are most likely final, I want to make them think twice. I want them to look back, and believe that they fucked up. If it doesn’t even benefit me personally, I want them to think about how fair a panel of 2 male judges is when it comes to evaluating work done by women, for an audience that consists of predominantly people who identify as women.
So let’s do this. They fucked up; I deserved to be accepted. I know it, and I have a feeling you guys know it too.
ishallsustainamassiveerection:
So, for some bizarre reason I got 250 of these business cards printed, so I’m going to give two sets of 50 away.
What you’ll win:
- 50 Diogenes Club invitation business cards
Rules:
- Only reblogs count
- You don’t have to be following me
- There are 2 winners
- I’ll ship anywhere
- Winners chosen at random by a number generator
When it ends:
- 11th June 2012
Keep it circulating, yo!
Looks like Goodwill may save my ass yet again.
Fucking fantastic. That’s just what I needed to find out today.
I decided to check my bank account before I heading out to buy a shirt that actually fits for the my cousin’s wedding (which is in, oh, 6 hours), and it turns out that I don’t have nearly enough to buy a new shirt. Okay, whatever. I can make do. I’ll just wear one of my current shirts with the top button undone because it’s just the collars that don’t fit.
So while I’m being responsible-ish, let’s see how much I need to pay on the late fee for the gas bill… Oh, more than I have available in bothbank accounts. Gotcha. Well, that one’s not due until after my next paycheck, so that’s okay for now.
And my credit card bill, or at least the amount I went over my limit with my last purchase for? More than the gas bill. Fuck. And the whole bill is due tomorrow? Crap.
Fine. Time to chide myself for recklessly spendi— Food 4 Less, Food 4 Less, El Pollo Loco (from when I got all the way down to my doctor’s office and realized that I hadn’t eaten all day and was scheduled for a blood draw), gas for the car, gas bill… Oh, wait, I spent $30 on headphones and a few Avengers minifigs. And I got a haircut this weekbecause of the wedding.
Lesson fucking learned. Do not buy anything for myself ever. Also don’t forget to eat before leaving for doctor’s appointments in L.A., and maybe just grow my fucking hair out and get call “she” and “her” and “miss” again.