Ah...
No,...no...
If you r gonna talk medical it needs to be larry poppy talk.
So that's why he can't poop, opium will do that to you.
Ah...
No,...no...
If you r gonna talk medical it needs to be larry poppy talk.
Yes. Yes you are.I guess I am dumb or simple minded.
I see the movies and they are just talking.
Same with any other movie I have seen.
They talk to tell a story.
I just dont understand what is "good dialgoue" vs "bad".
I do know that music/background noise can change the tone/emotion of a scene but have never understood the dialogue issue, in any movie.
My old neighbor, rest his soul, wore long underwear year round to stay warm and cool. Fishing at temperatures over 100 with that and a long sleeve shirt drinking coffee seemed crazy to most. While most were jumping off a boat to cool off, there he sat. Folks would rib him about being a stubborn old jarhead polak. He would always refer to working at the mill for years, learning from the old guys, set up his routine.
Ah...
No,...no...
If you r gonna talk medical it needs to be larry poppy talk.
Yes. Yes you are.
BUT, if you think about it you can tell bad dialogue from good. If it makes you cringe or think "that is stupid", it probably isn't good.
I'm pooping fine now.
ahhh, sweet relief
That's an understatement.
There's this disproportionate feeling of achievement...
If things go well in the morning, I sometimes feel like that will be my most impressive accomplishment of the day.
There's this disproportionate feeling of achievement...
If things go well in the morning, I sometimes feel like that will be my most impressive accomplishment of the day.
I wear coveralls underneath my fire retardant clothes at work.
I have a hard time trying to find ones without modern materials that melt.
If it catches fire, it's better to burn, than to melt.
Anyway, the coveralls act like the long johns your neighbor wore. It's another layer to keep the heat off me, or the cold.
Was also useful when my outer layer pants caught on fire at the bottom of the right leg, burned all the way up to the knee before we could get the fire out.
Coverall were okay, but singed and black. Boot was discolored.
Some sparks made it down the neck of the shirt and burned multiple holes in the t-shirt, and melted the elastic band on the underwear to my belly hair.
Leg on fire, sparks went down your shirt? Did you have your foot in your mouth...
again?
Or you should have been taller. DuhI caught a wide arc of sparks.
I had fortunately tilted my head, so that the helmet caught the brunt of it. The sparks hit me in the head (helmet) and chest.
Some went down the shirt.
Some fell into the cuff of the pants, which I had rolled up because they were too long. Which you are NOT supposed to do, for that very reason.
But, you're also not supposed to cut the pants, because they fray, which causes tripping, and fire problems.
So.. they should have given me pant legs that were shorter.
Oh quit making sense.Or you should have been taller. Duh
You should know better than that, there is probably even an OSHA rule to forbid that!And next time roll them up on the inside
There's this disproportionate feeling of achievement...
If things go well in the morning, I sometimes feel like that will be my most impressive accomplishment of the day.