"Having spent my adult life working in film and TV, and being a part of the weekly madhouse that is film production at Saturday Night Live, I know how hard it is to not only make something that is truly good, but how hard it is to make anything. Final products are minor miracles. People are filling e-reams of comments pages and hours of podcasts with nonstop streams of rich, delicious disdain and I’m sitting on the sidelines like a supportive parent of the kid who went 0-5 but made really solid contact, continually explaining that, ‘Hitting a curveball is really hard, you heartless bastards.’”
"I feel distracted by voices that are prevalent in our society now that have taken on that unsavory or somewhat diminutive tone, like the sexy-baby female voice. It’s difficult for me to not hear that. A friend of mine told me, you know your obsession with girls who talk like sexy babies? You have to put that into your script."
"They do like attention, so I think they would probably be good in the limelight," she said, laughing. "We’re taking baby steps right now as far as agencies and stuff go, but they’re little comedians, so we’ll see."
A year ago, Tumblr did something unprecedented — we created an editorial team of experienced journalists and editors assigned to cover Tumblr as a living, breathing community. The team’s mandate was to tell the stories of Tumblr creators in a truly thoughtful way — focusing on the…
You know what would be awesome? If a company just hired the Storyboard team as a team. Companies have been known to poach teams of people who work well together (The Onion mass exodus to Turner/Thing X piqued my interest in this as a possible trend), so it’s not crazy. If I ran a company and was looking to build an editorial team, I’d be thinking about hiring this award-winning group of four as a whole and skip over all those months of strangers figuring out how to communicate in shorthand.
Either way, I can see companies creating jobs just for these folks.
The Best and Worst Contexts For the Stitcher App Going Off By Itself and Loudly Playing a Podcast on My Phone
That happened to me last week:
BEST: All Things Considered at Work.
WORST: Yo Is This Racist? on a Crowded subway platform when I thought my headphones were plugged in and couldn’t figure out why everyone was staring at me for a full minute before I realized what was going on and frantically tried to turn it off for another 20 seconds.
Be careful out there, podcast listeners. I still stand behind both these podcasts, but am a little bit annoyed with Stitcher.
Hey, are you a linguist in need of a dissertation topic? I have one, maybe: “The September 2001 Accent: Generational/Temporal Accents in the 9/11 Tapes.”
The voices in that audio (in the FAA/Norad/AA tapes released by the NY Times in 2011 and also the 911 calls used in Zero Dark Thirty) are a mix of generational accents (from the ’50s-’80s, I think?) with a 2001 temporal spin, and, already, just eleven years later, sound absolutely nothing like the way people talk now. (Note: it’s probably not a good idea to try to listen to them casually, they’re very hard to listen to, obviously, and I’m not suggesting that they be treated lightly.)
But because these tapes are of real people speaking off the cuff (not even just off the cuff - in a highly stressful situation), on one particular day (as opposed to the showbiz/political speech audio we have so much access to), they accidentally provide a unique audio cross-section, a (somewhat) representative snapshot of the American accent as it was in 2001.
There’s probably no way to do it without suggesting (or at least entertaining) the idea that the chaos and fear of September 11th, 2001 and its aftershocks caused us all to start treating declarative and imperative sentences as if they were interrogative, though, whether that’s true or not.
“[Film critics’ Tweets after preview screenings] are almost not critical opinions, they’re Foursquare check-ins, or humblebrags - just a conferral of social value on that person for having been present at that event. ”—
On January 17 at the Tribeca Film Center, Film critics Will Leitch (New York Magazine, Deadspin/Gawker’s Grierson & Leitch film column) and Dana Stevens (Slate’s movie critic and host of the Slate Spoiler Specialpodcast) will discuss the challenge (and fun) of writing about film in the age of social media, followed by an audience Q&A.
(Even though it's finally happening with Arrested D)
This is not actually the lowest form of entertainment journalism, but it’s the most pervasively irritating: when a journalist asks an actor or director, usually on a red carpet/at a party/at a junket, if they would do a sequel to a movie they did, or a movie of the TV show they did, or work with someone they once worked with, or work with another person they haven’t yet worked with, and, of course, the answer is always something positive along the lines of “I wouldn’t rule it out if the script was great and everyone had the time,” etc, and then the next day the headline is “Kirstie Alley Confirms ‘Cheers’ Movie,” or whatever, and then it ends up absolutely everywhere until someone denies it or the next one happens.
Just found this on an old, now-defunct About page on Lindsayism.com from nearly 7 years ago, and it made me laugh at myself. Some of these things are no longer true, but most of them are still true, though I wouldn’t feel the need to spell them out now.
I don’t like: fashion, shoes, ‘the finer things in life,’ exotic food, chick lit, jewelry, Donald Trump, snobs, elitists, exclusivity, the illusion of exclusivity, status-anything, clubs, VIP sections, or Sex and the City.
I do like: Comedy and pretty much anything funny, making bad art, finding bad art, nature, talking, red wine, music, charades, meeting nice/funny/talented people, and, most especially, my friends. Awww!
I have three mottoes in life: “Music will make everything okay," "What would Amy Sedaris do?,” and “That’s what he said.”
The illusion of exclusivity is still my second least favorite illusion, after David Copperfield and the Statue of Liberty.
I just saw this anti-Dyson vacuum, pro-another-brand-of-vacuum commercial (while watching Sunday’s “The Good Wife” on DVR), and it’s so minstrel-y about our UK friends that it could be an SNL sketch. I thought there would be a whole big ruckus about it on the internet, but nope, just a message board post on a site about commercials and a little over 1k views. Check this out. Whaaat: (Also it might remind you of Mary Poppins) (Also, I actually think my friends in the UK will think it’s hilarious, but, you know, technically it’s not cool):
I’ve been watching a lot of Homeland and Scandal lately, and the other night I thought it would be funny to print out a bunch of photos in different sizes of the absolute most random (but carefully curated for their randomness) celebrities and animals and famous places, movie screenshots, etc, even some of my friends, and link them together with string or arrows and question marks and x’s over some of their faces and put them on a big bulletin board and hang that bulletin board above my sofa in my apartment, and maybe add to it over the years when something came to me.
But I can’t, because I’m a grown up!!
Related: Does anyone want my bad found art and framed photographs of funny-looking families from the ’70s? They should have a place where you can donate everything you ever collected ironically, for the next generation, because I don’t even know what to do with all this stuff anymore. It’s still funny to me, but, like, you know, adulthood. Damn it!
Wait though, do dudes even have to think of this stuff? Maybe I’ll hang on to my Sound of Music commemorative plates for a few more years after all, just in case Lena Dunham wins us some home decor aesthetic equality or something.
* Creatively-blocked trend story writers: you know what to do now.