Unspeakable Memories of Sorrows and return to the blog again !!!!!
I have no time or pee. This is the first time I have not enjoyed the emission of one of the chapters. The first. In addition, Child's Play is one of my favorites. I believe that with War of the clones, is the one I like. So much talk about me, it scares me. Me, it's my life are my lines, what happened to me, what was happening in my life.
At that moment, the moment I shot it, I need an old android. The situation was dramatic, desperate. When I shot this chapter I WAS Wollensky. I will not give more details. I guess you will not need to delve into the matter. Oh, what times. All the characters in the series had its counterpart in reality, in reality of filming.
President Mackulay represented in the series in reality what we knew as the Nameless, The Black Bastard Thousand Young, Infernal Scourge Amorphous Confusion Being that galled me with his presence intermittent. The Deep One, an unknown entity, an aberration built by the genetic confusion generations, lewd matings of parents and children, mothers and grandparents. The Bank ignominious appeared to me as the President appears to Valladares, just to give me bad news, clear product of his total incompetence. But that I not only slowed, but quite the opposite. Attacked it with the task harder, and we avoided as we could (always without its support) problems arising in the shooting, trying to make their suppuration should not do a dent in our minds.
Sunday, that God, this angel from heaven, my assistant, managed to stop spitting bile Being Obscene threw me constantly. Still, I had another hell, another struggle. A wound itself, suppurating, caused by anxiety, envy and jealousy. I, like Wollensky, suffering, and looking old droid parts to solve a distressing lack. A wish. Impossible.
Gradually, now that time has passed and the sun shines on our lives, the shadows of the past retreating into the recesses in the corners of our memory. Gradually, projecting light go on in this blog, and you will understand what happened after the show that changed my life. Some understand.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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Back Pluto!
After a crazy season in different ways, I want to write again on the blog, because there are things that count, and some feel like sharing. Much water has passed under the bridge, as Sam said in Casablanca, from the last entry. This second season is so spectacular, if I may say so. The first episode, troubled times, technically striking, considering that we shot in four days and a half. We fight with swords, aliens, several parallel actions, a cheetah ... Roswell puts on an entire planet, leaving a hundred million children. Well, I do not gutted. Yesterday we saw at the Institute of Cinema, thanks to the collaboration of the director, Stephen. We made a small conference and answered questions from students. What a delight to meet again all together again. I missed less galaxies.
After a crazy season in different ways, I want to write again on the blog, because there are things that count, and some feel like sharing. Much water has passed under the bridge, as Sam said in Casablanca, from the last entry. This second season is so spectacular, if I may say so. The first episode, troubled times, technically striking, considering that we shot in four days and a half. We fight with swords, aliens, several parallel actions, a cheetah ... Roswell puts on an entire planet, leaving a hundred million children. Well, I do not gutted. Yesterday we saw at the Institute of Cinema, thanks to the collaboration of the director, Stephen. We made a small conference and answered questions from students. What a delight to meet again all together again. I missed less galaxies.
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