…it’s a big floating Scott head
Mood: Holy Shit!
Got the one-sheet for Gay Keith today. One-sheet is fancy-schmancy industry jargon for a movie poster. It’s a big picture of my head. I mean, there’s a lot of art and colours and lines and shades and stuff but due to my current value of my self all I see is a big floating Scott head and since looking in the mirror ranks pretty low on my daily routines I can’t help but not want to linger on it very long. This isn’t too say the person who created it didn’t do a great job cuz she did according to those whose heads aren’t on it…And I can totally respect good work and good art and good efforts but man…it’s a big floating Scott head and my head is big enough and present enough everyday without me having to see it on a friggin’ poster.
I wonder if Tom Hanks looked at the movie poster…sorry, one-sheet for BIG and thought… “Jesus Penny, its just a big floating Tom head”. Its really red too (me, not Tom), which makes sense and all but being a red head combined with the obvious anger/fire/rage associations I tend to avoid surrounding myself with a colour that’s permanently attached to me…my mom did my colours at a young age…I’m a Fall…how gay is that?