every body needs to see this:


as I said on my tumblr:

"”Thirty Two Short Films about Glenn Gould” is the first movie that I can remember making me cry. I cried like a fucking baby at the end of it, when he’s walking away, and he just disappears in the distance. They didn’t say anything, but I knew he was dead."

I have been remiss in writing in general. I have a script for a comic, that if I finish I'll retroactively pretend was for Script Frenzy.

I HAVE been link blogging over on tumblr. It's very simple, and easy to share.