or a very confused dog?

Shark Week has been going on for about three days now, so I hope you’ve enjoyed it.  If not, then I hope this picture of a shark sharing a drink with a friendly sailor will.

Yes, Sharks truly are our friends.

One eats a seal.

Watch out for these bears!

The Pangolin’s name comes from the Malay word for “Something that rolls up”, and although it may appear to look like an Armadillo newer genetic evidence shows that they are closer to the Order Carnivora (which also includes cats, dogs, bears, hippos, and certain cat-monkey hybrids).

Pangolins are nocturnal burrowing mammals who feed primarily on ants and termites, which they eat using their sticky tongues (much like anteaters) after tearing the anthills open with their claws.  Pangolins have an extreme aptitude for problem solving, and although this aptitude is primarily used for foraging for food they are also known for being excellent escape artists.

My inextensive research told me nothing of the Pangolin's ability to stand up while on a tree.

Yet, no matter how great of an escape artist they are, Pangolins are threatened by smugglers and chefs who take them from all over the South Asian islands to China where they are killed for their meat.  Customs and wildlife officials have smuggled over 12 tons of Pangolin meat and thousands of live and frozen pangolins to be sold to China.  Pangolin scales are also known to be useful in medicine, and it has been told that they reduce swelling and promote blood circulation.  Pangolin scales, when mixed with certain African tree barks, are also known to protect against dark magics.

So keep on burrowing, Pangolin, unless you’re one of the arboreal species in which case keep on living in hollowed out trees.

Hello Pangolin!

1) Sea Urchins

2) Bee Stings

3) Syringes

4) Foils

5) Scimitars

6) The Letter “M”

7) Porcupines

8 ) 900 Blowfish

9) Spruce Trees

10) A Mace

11) Elk Antlers

12) The Letter “V”

13) Cacti

14) Rose bush

15) Snap Dragons!

16) Goat Heads

17) Tiny rakes

18) The Letter “W”

19) Spider Bites

20) Pineapples

21) Pinecones

22) WWI hats from Germany

23) Republican criticism of Health Care Reform

24) The Letter “K”

25) An Eagle’s Talons

26) A Clock

27) ^^^^^

28) Shurikens

29) Lathes

30) The Letter “N”

31) Hermit Crabs

32) Joshua Pines

33) Democratic Criticism of the Iraq War

34) Roofing nails

35) Tiny rocks

36) The Letter “X”

37) Scared cats

38) Starfruit

39) Hornets

40) Godzilla

41) Goran

42) The Letter “Y”

43) Hipster criticism of the institution of Marriage.

44) Seahorses

45) Pyrite

46) Diamonds

47) Soil Airators

48) The Letter “E”

49) Beetles

50) Edward Sciscorhands

51) Pruning Shears

52) Raptors

53) Corn Lobbyists criticism of Agricultural Reform

54) The Letter “F”

55) Stegosaurus

56) The Wasp Woman

57) Blank

58) Mountains

59) Ravines

60) The Letter “H”

61) Ghost of knives

62) Stakes

63) High Schoolers criticism of Cafeteria food

64) Papercuts

65) Daggers

66) The Letter “T”

67) Thumbtacks

68) Caribou Horns

69) Burrs

70) Spurrs

71) Whirrs

72) The Letter “Z”

73) >>>>>

74) Kracko

75) Chestnuts

76) Switchblades

77) Staples

78) The Letter “A”

79) Record Needles

80) Crystals

81) Thwomp

82) Armadillo

83) Pangolins

84) The Letter “G”

85) Arrows

86) Javelins

87) Stalagmites

88) Fiddler Crabs

89) Stucco Ceilings

90) *

91) Stalagtites

92) Punk Rock

93) Bears!

94) Mammoth Tusks

95) Splinters

96) Ice Fragments

97) Drill bits

98) Forks.

99) Medieval Torture Devices

100) Porcupine Blowfish Mace

If you are excited about the internship for True Grit, keep in mind I was just working with the production offices as a clerk. In fact, here are some of the exciting things I did:

-Stuff new shooting schedules into envelopes.

- Filed dailies (which include slides of scenes shot for the day, production breakdowns, PO forms)

- Filed PO forms.

- Filed check balances.

- Swept a stairwell.

But, nevertheless, it was a neat opportunity, and I still (in a very indirect way) helped the Coen Brothers make a movie. And that is supercool. Sadly, due to legal issues with the Texas production offices, I was relieved of my interning duties a few weeks ago.  But, during my time internning with them the Production Office staff was very nice and friendly, and I really enjoyed it.

As for what I can tell you about True Grit, not too much (I’m also not sure what all I’m allowed to reveal). But I can tell you this: There will be a man in a bear suit.

And what’s next on the Intern horizon for me?  Well, hopefully the upcoming John Favreau (Iron Man) directed feature “Cowboys and Aliens”. It’s about Cowboys and Indians setting down their arms against each other in order to fight invading aliens, and is rumored to be starring Harrison Ford and Daniel Craig.

I like you as an art director and a production designer, and I think you’ve got some fantastic style and instincts.

This being said, I do not think you are not a good director.  I believe that you’re rather limited by the work you choose to do and the artists you choose to surround yourself with.  You are also not a writer.  None of your written work has much of a conflict and as such it doesn’t have a character arch.  This would be all well and good if this were the point, but if you meant it to be you also didn’t write that well as your films TRY to have conflict but fail.  For examples, I point to Be Kind, Rewind and your short film La Lettre.

I’d say your most successful film so far has been Eternal Sunshine on a Spotless Mind, and I think this is because you were working with a script by Master screenwriter Charlie Kaufman. So, you’re capable of making good work you just need to attach yourself to a very good script. So how will The Green Hornet turn out?  I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I want to like you, Mr. Gondry, but I’m just not sure I can.

Vvinni J. Gagnepain

Bella stared deeply into the deep pools of Edward’s eyes.  His eyes were like mirrors, that reflected the angelic version of all that they looked upon. Bella stared at Edward, her heart palpitating.

“I love you” said Bella

“I know, but you don’t want to be with me. For I am a vampire” Is what Bella thought Edward would say, but she was too busy staring as his lips; they were the color of fresh poppies. Bella loved poppies. They were smooth and much like the glorious face of mighty Adonis, also very much like Edward.  Edward appeared a god amongst the insects that lived on Earth, he was a beam of light, specifically when he was in sunlight and his skin shone a magnificent gold.  Bella also loved gold, for it reminded her of the golden embrace of Edward the Handsome.

Bella continued staring at Edward as his eyes darted back and forth, surveying the area and making sure no one could see them. He let out a growl. Bella turned around, and saw Jacob approaching, not in wolf form.

“Jacob, you have found me in Edward’s loving embrace”, said Bella, feeling sad for taking her eyes off of Edward magnificent form to gaze upon her werewolf friend.

“Yes, Bella, I have come here for I am concerned over how much you love Edward, and his hot muscular body” replied Jacob, not in wolf form.

“I should be the one concerned, wolfman” said Edward, his voice sounding a mighty boom accross the valley, shaking trees and making even the mightiest of elk cease and stare at the beast who uttered this mighty bellow. Truly, Edward was a man… or rather a VAMPIRE. Bella admired Edward, and gazed at his pulsating chest, which looked so lively and handsome despite not having a heart.

“Pah, I find that laughable hahahahaha!” Said Jacob.

“Jacob, please stop. You are drunk again. You don’t mean what you are saying” Pleaded Bella, whilst staring at Jacob.

“Drunk? I am only drunk in my caring for you, Bella. This beast will eat you, and not in a sexual way. Please, come back with me, your friend who is also a werewolf” said Jacob, still not in Wolf form but getting dangerously close.

“No, Jacob, you don’t understand. I love Edward. I love him, and I wish for him to non-sexually eat me because then I could stare at him FOREVER” Cried Bella, tears forming in her staring eyes.

Edward breathed heavily. He was MAGNIFICENT, although eh ahd put on some weight recently.  But this was okay, because it only accentuated the firm figure of Edward’s mighty figure. So quare, and yet so gentle.

“Graaaagaghgaarrrrraaaaa!” Yelled jacob, as he transformed. Transformed… into a wolf.

“No Jacob! No! Do Not wolf, otherwise we will fight with knives!”

“Aoooooooooo!” Howled Jacob at the moon. He was a wolf now.

Edward hissed a wonderful hiss at Jacob. Bella stared into the distance, wondering if she should go to college or continue staring at Edward professionally. Jacob pounced, and Edward prepared himself to fight, lowering his hands and making a sound like Zeus would make if he were eating alone in a cafeteria: Mysteriously handsome.

Then a bright light shone in the sky, and George the UFO from the future [ive made this part becuz i think it adds alot of symoblism] landed. He exited his spacecraft and pointed his laser gun at Jacob and Edward.

“Stop fighting, you too! Or else I will kill!” Shouted George.

Jacob transformed back into human form. Edward quit gasping, and once again stood around and looked AMAZING. His face was chilsed from the finest of marbles, his jawline perfectly square but not in an ugly way.  There was nothing ugly about Edward. The very presence of such a magnificent creature confirmed Bella’s undying belief in God.

George put away his space ray gun. He looked at Bella. “Bella, will go to the prom WITH ME?!”

Edward and Jacob both turned to face the alien. What was he doing? His customs were strange, almost alien, to them the children of the Earth.

Bella did not answer George. She was busy staring at the ground: it was wet and green, not like the ground of Arizona where she was from at first.  But she could learn to love this ground, if it meant spending eternity with Edward and his wonderfully triangular nose and his well-defined cheekbones.

and thats where im stopping 4 now but let me kno what u think k? luv you.

I am posting from the Denver International Airport.  I am sorry to say that I have not seen any escaped children refugees, but I think the TSA guy might have eaten a fly.  But I’m still looking, Mr. Icke, I’ll always be looking.

Sincerely,

Vvinni J. Gagnepain