...but maybe we don't do hits. (on neocities.org)

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dear diary... (8/10/2026)

Now watching: The Wasp Woman (1959), dir. Roger Corman

A mere one day left before the beginning of a new semester, and then it's off to my final few months as an undergraduate... tomorrow, I see The Legend of the Stardust Brothers for another installation of Plazamania. Looking forward to it! Put an order in with Lomography for one of their reusable Classicolor film cams, just to have something pocket-sized to tote around while I'm out of town. Speaking of, did you know I'll be out of town in just two weeks? Visiting Toronto for the first time, which obviously excites me deeply.

dear diary... (8/6/2026)

Now watching: After Hours (1985), dir. Martin Scorsese

Eating some chocolate-covered almonds and working a lecture on researching historical buildings tonight.

dear diary... (8/4/2026)

Sleeeeepy, got stuff done on the site, though. New pages in the navigation bar and more photos and artwork in the respective categories. No stubs, hopefully! Watched Chandler Levack's I Love Movies and Richard Ayoade's Submarine , scored by the fantastically talented Alex Turner.

dear diary... (8/3/2026)

Now watching: Day of the Triffids (1963), dir. Steve Sekely

It's a new week! Starting production on a short film (the likes of which I won't reveal quite yet--it's important to keep this stuff under wraps) and working through more and more of my watchlist. Hard at work on getting this website up to snuff. Watched Rollerball (2002) with friends, shot some Polaroids, and got back a roll of mostly under-exposed film (curse me for shooting on 200 ISO film in dark rooms).

dear diary... (8/2/2026)

Now watching: Popcorn (1991), dir. Mark Herrier

What a day yesterday was! I'm totally wiped out today, of course, but a day-long jaunt through the streets of Atlanta was exactly what I needed. Yesterday found me at the Atlanta Film Yard Sale, to start, which was the place to be for aspiring film professionals. I'm little more than a hobbyist for the moment, but perusing film cameras, DVDs, and VHS all afternoon was a blast regardless of whether or not I was seeking professional connections. The weather wasn't the worst it's been--relatively breezy and overcast in spite of the sweltering heat of this summer.

Passion Pit was a slam dunk of a show, and I was completely awestruck by just how great everyone sounded in a live setting. Watching Michael Angelakos, the band's frontman best-known for his Mickey Mouse-esque singing voice, tool around with his synthesizer was an experience reminiscent of watching an artist like Mort Garson at work.