It’s time for a Sagittarius edition of #MiniatureMonday! This tiny book was published in 1802 and measures just 63 mm. Though small, it features 125 pages of metal-engraved images and printed text.
Stuff I Done Seen With Mine Eyes: The Book
It’s time for a Sagittarius edition of #MiniatureMonday! This tiny book was published in 1802 and measures just 63 mm. Though small, it features 125 pages of metal-engraved images and printed text.
Stuff I Done Seen With Mine Eyes: The Book
y'all here on tumblr.edu always talking about some “do you ever think about-” like no i do Not Think Ever. already unrelatable. next
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
R.I.P. Carrie Frances Fisher (1956-2016).
May the Force be with you, always.
Sarah Y. Mason, seen here at the typewriter, flanked by director Allan Dwan and actor Richard Rosson during production of Bound in Morocco (1918), was the very first Continuity Girl. Today the term is Script Supervisor.
Mason was invited to Hollywood in 1917 by none other than Academy co-founder Douglas Fairbanks after he saw her in a high school play. The plan was to have her perform alongside Fairbanks in Arizona (1918), but they decided on a different actress.
Mason convinced Dwan that she could be a great benefit to the production by taking notes on each scene to prevent continuity errors. Dwan agreed and Mason’s duties eventually expanded to keep an eye out for potential anachronisms which were common in cinema in the 1920s - an art that was still quite new. Mason’s attention to detail and keen eye saved the studio so much money by avoiding retakes that she was hired full time and the position spread throughout Hollywood.
In 1933 Mason received an Oscar, along with her husband Victor Heerman, during the 6th Academy Awards in Writing for adapting “Little Women” for the screen.
I’ve been ignoring chain mail for years and I haven’t been killed even a single time. what a ripoff
what armour r u wearing
wait
date a girl whose existence is unconfirmed, a girl who scientists say only has a 7% possibility of being real
When my dad was a teenager, he accidentally started working for a restaurant that was a front for the local mafia. He flipped burgers for a semester and then, when he wanted to leave, one of the members pulled a gun on him and said he couldn’t.
“Oh, fuck off,” said the guy’s superior. “Really, man? He just flips burgers, and he’s not even good at it. Let him go, dumbass.”
and that was my dad’s brush with organized crime
