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Philip K. Dick's Hollywood Afterlife
HarryLeBlanc writes "Wired has a long thoughtful article about Philip K Dick's posthumous Hollywood career. It has some interesting tidbits in it (imagine Total Recall directed by Cronenburg and starring William Hurt!), and does a good job of covering his Hollywood history (though it overlooks Barjo), and it doesn't gloss over how PKD would have hated what Hollywood has done to much of his work."
When I say I love Dick. Dick always provides a fun time, and I'm on it every chance I get.
Phillip Dick?
Is he related to Phil Mycrackin?
Se lo dedico a mi vieja de San Telmo, ke me ta mirando...
fuck all y'all
HOT DAMN!
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Dick
in your eye.
Thank you.
YOU FAIL IT!
Yeah, this shit was GREAT.
...... your an idiot.
Korean: I wanna play WC3(warcraft 3)
Me: ok.
Korean: I want to sit next to my friend and play.
Me: sorry dude, only ones i got it installed on are 1-5 and 9.(enough of the spots were taken up so he wouldn't be able to sit next to his friend regardless of which pc he sat on)
Korean: can i install it?
Me: nope. only got enough copies for what it's already installed on.
Korean: I want to sit next to my friend tho.
Me: that aint gonna happen bro. either pick a spot or you gotta play somethin else.
Korean: So I can't install it?
Me: Look, just pick a spot and sit down. It's 11-fucking-pm, I don't need to deal with this babysitter bullshit. Pick a box and sit down.
Korean: uh....so can i install it and download maphack from the internet?
Me: *stares at him*
Now repeat this for a good 10 minutes straight, and his friends were just as retarded as he was too. So as of right now, koreans rank higher on the list people I hate than gypsies.....well, almost.
My job owns
One day Captain Kirk was maiming his cock with a horseshoe when suddenly Mr. Spock ran up to him and shoved his pointy ear up his butt. "What is this for!" the fag captain said. "FAGS FOR YOU AALL!L!!!" the ancient alien howled as suddenly he farted and Captain Kirk twirled around in a daze and his foreskin twisted and his kidney stones turned into wooden beads. He pulled out his pistol and shot lasers at his chastity belt and suddenly he hurdled his dick into Captain Kirk"s bellybutton and it tore his flesh while Spock fucked his stomach. Kirk hollered out loud and Mr. Spock threw his shoes to the floor and wrinkled his penis until Kirk bellowed out to make it stop. A maelstom of shit whizzed around the ship and suddenly a giant fag appeared out side and the U.S.S. Enterprise went up his butt. "Oh what the hell have you gotten us into NOW!" Captain Kirk said as he oozed a condom back on his dick and put his panties back on. "OOH!H!!!!!!" Mr. Spock started fucking him again and shoved his phazer up his butt. He dissolved his glands and exploded his turds and finally a queer klingon hurdled through the door and smashed Kirk with his butt hairs. A maniac sucked his dick and suddenly Mr. Spock fagged Kirk so hard that his intestines burst open and he died.
It is go watch it!
He wasn't certain if it was Agent Smith/Thomas Anderson or if it was himself/Keanu who were rubbing bolts--hard-ons--through their suit pants as he--Agent Smith--had him--Thomas Anderson--pushed back onto a tabletop.
Maybe it was himself/Neo or Smith/Keanu who had the bolts digging into each other's hip. Whoever it was, it felt good.
"Hey," Hugo said, rushing to get the words out before "action" was called again, "You want to stop by my room later on? Afterward?"
That had been bold, but if it went badly at least he could pass the proposition off as a joke.
Keanu's brow lowered and he made a muffled sound behind the latex make-up that had been applied across his mouth two or three hours ago. And then the business of movie-making interrupted whatever Keanu was about to try to tell him, but it was just as well; what he _had_ been able to read of Keanu's response hadn't looked promising.
Which was why he was surprised to find him at the door of his hotel suite later that night.
"Uh...come in, come in. Can I offer you a drink? I have a bottle of--" Whatever it fucking was. He gestured toward the bar in the living room, at once realizing that he was standing there in tracksuit pants and an old t-shirt. Not exactly what he'd have thrown on if he'd have known Keanu was actually coming.
"Sounds great."
"Great." Hugo closed the door, then led the way to the bar. You had to love a hotel suite that came with a proper bar instead of a tiny fridge embedded into the bottom of the telly cabinet. Sure, the tiny fridge was still there--and still packed with overpriced tiny bottles and snacks--but it was imbedded in the bar, the actual god's honest bar, and there was another fridge next to it, empty and lockless, for storing his own perishables.
Not that he had any. The wines he'd bought on his last outing were all reds.
As he poured a glass of a particularly good merlot for each of them, he felt Keanu watching with more interest that would generally be expected. He tried not to let it unnerve him. Handing Keanu one of the glasses and lifting the other, he said, "Cheers?"
"Cheers." A smile crossed Keanu's face just before he brought the glass to his lips.
What a smile. Hugo gulped his wine in two swallows, then looked wide-eyed at the bottom of his empty glass and said, "Fuck."
A laugh burst from Keanu.
"What?"
"The look on your face."
"Right. Shall we try again?" He poured himself a fresh glass, then held the bottle toward Keanu, who shook his head.
"Well," Hugo said after a measured sip, "Shall we have a seat?"
Keanu followed him to the couch where they settled at opposite ends.
Well, Hugo thought. He fished for words. What came out, finally, was, "I hear they're going to shave your head at the end."
"Eyebrows, too."
"And you're letting them do this?"
Keanu shrugged. "It wouldn't look the same if they used latex and make-up."
"No, I guess it wouldn't." He took this as an opportunity to run his gaze over Keanu's dark locks, especially the delicious widows peak that disappeared every time the man's hair fell forward, as it did just now. Keanu swept it back in place with his fingers.
"Difficult to imagine you bald, though. Now me--" Hugo pushed a hand through his own hair. "--I'm not so much of a stretch."
With a laugh, Keanu said, "Joe Pantoliano's not much of a stretch. You've got a ways to go before you hit bald." Then he looked at Hugo, his eyes squinting slightly, and Hugo held his breath.
"I can't imagine you bald, actually," Keanu said finally.
"Or eyebrowless?" This was said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Another laugh and Keanu said, "Yeah," and then that was that.
Hugo sipped his wine, then turned the glass in his hands. Would he have been better prepared if he'd known Keanu was actually going to show? Likely he would have just had more time to panic over it. At least he'd be better dressed. He plucked