we watched The Matrix last night. a few observations:

1) it is still just as entertaining as it was when I first saw it. and it was my first R-rated movie so it was totally a milestone.

2) the graphics are surprisingly way less soft than I would have expected! there’s some stuff where it’s obvious the guys were like “ha ha ha who will EVER need higher than 720” but w/e, we’re doing that now I’m sure.

3) FAN THEORY TIME. everything the Oracle said was true. Neo was not the One BECAUSE Trinity didn’t yet love him. she MADE the prophecy true because she loved him. this actually feels like a good theory to me b/c if you think about it, it gives Trinity a hell of a lot of power. and she’s not forced into loving him. she makes the choice. NOTICE THAT HE IS DEAD until she tells him she loves him and kisses him (which albeit are not necessarily milestones on the way to love but you gotta see the switch thrown somehow). yes?

4) Trinity looks fiiiiiiiine in her suits.

boundtothewater:

She’s up all night to pet dogs
I’m up all night to pet dogs
We’re up all night to pet dogs
We’re up all night to pet puppies

The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups.
All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality.
His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the “quantity” group: 50 pounds of pots rated an “A”, 40 pounds a “B”, and so on.
Those being graded on “quality”, however, needed to produce only one pot — albeit a perfect one — to get an “A”.
Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity.
It seems that while the “quantity” group was busily churning out piles of work-and learning from their mistakes — the “quality” group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay.

Art and Fear- David Bayles and Ted Orland (via qweety)

Perfection is intimidating.  I think most artists blocks come from the fear of creating something imperfect.

(via buttastic)

ahahaha there’s finally a post on my dash that makes me want to say “tag yo shit” but my reasoning is so obscure and personal that no. this is a personal problem.