It's not always easy being a full-time feminist - especially as a young woman - when you're constantly being told that what you do is irrelevant. I'm on the defense all the time.
I had a normal upbringing and went to public school. If I ever, even for a second, started getting a big head, I was brought back to reality pretty quickly. I was working full time and still had to fight for a cell phone.
My kids would probably say that I'm too strict. They probably would say that, and I try not to be, but I'm probably more on the conservative end of that. At the same time, I know full well that ultimately I don't really have control over them.
To think that we as a publisher (i.e. people who have never actually MADE a game) can have a realistic impact on a project that a team of experts is slaving away on full time for 2 years is a bit arrogant.
At one time Tribune Syndicate emptied out their storeroom. They put tables full of original cartoons down in the lobby and said take one if you want one. The comics were simply a burden to them.
That's why I ended up leaving school - because it required so much time, and it was such an excellent idea. I figured I would regret not going full force with this idea. It seemed we could make something of it.
I was full time on 'Party of Five' for one year, then more like a creative consultant for two years, where I was in the writing rotation but didn't have to go in every day or cover the set until midnight.
The Angels shows are really intense. We play for a couple hours at a time. They're very theatrical and full of audience interaction and emotion. I've seen a lot of people crying and stuff. It's a little bit like church, but it's very secular.
As an old creative industry full of cruelty and moral sense, British journalism once flourished on the imperative that people required the truth in order to survive. But people don't require that now. They want sensation and they want it for nothing.
Cop663: I thought we'd stay together for the long haul, flying like a jumbo jet on a full tank. But we changed course.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your NECK!
Private Cowboy: I hate Vietnam. There's not one horse in this whole country. There's not one horse in Vietnam. There's somethin' basically wrong with that.
Private Cowboy: I think what she's trying to say is that you black boys pack too much meat.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubblegum!
Animal Mother: Hey, Jungle bunny. Thank God for the sickle cell, huh? Private Eightball: Yeah, Mother.
Private Payback: Joker ain't never been in the shit. He thinks "The Bad Bush" is between old mama-san's legs.
[Cowboy is sending Eightball to investigate an area for enemies] Private Cowboy: Eightball, let's dance. Private Eightball: Put a nigger behind the trigger!
[the check-out woman holds up a bag full of army men, and gives Kevin a funny look] Kevin McCallister: For the kids.
[the Fellowship members are startled, upon seeing Moria is full of dead Dwarves] Boromir: This is no mine. It's a tomb.
Anderson: My old man was just so full of hate that he didn't know that bein' poor was what was killin' him.
Hilario: Very young, and very proud. Chris: Well, the graveyards are full of boys who were very young, and very proud.
