The only choice as the grand finale film in my first ever apartment. It’s midnight, I’m surrounded by moving boxes, and I’m eating takeout from around the corner as the folks upstairs clomp around with cinderblock boots. I don’t know where I’ll wind up next…what a strange feeling. I hate moving. Farewell, Derby Slabtown 202 🫡🕊️

“What’s this? You’re packing?”
”Yeah, I’m giving up the apartment.”
”Where are you moving to?”
”I don’t know. All I know is I gotta get out of this place.”

Snape cries cum and dies 🕊️

I’m sitting here WATCHING the behind the scenes of how they shot Fury Road and I’m still thinking, “nah, that can’t be real.”

The gall of George Miller to even attempt this. The balls of the stunt team to crash cars, swing on poles, and jump down cliffs—all at speed—is incredible. Then there’s the logistics of getting a great shot as well. A constantly moving set. Dust and sand everywhere. I am in awe that this was conceived of, shot, and then assembled into a terrific movie.