She may just be spending daddy's money, but Megan Ellison, the 26-year-old daughter of Oracle CEO Larry Ellison, is a welcome player in the film industry.
Her production company financed or is financing:
The Master (Paul Thomas Anderson) Killing Them Softly (Andrew Dominik) Zero Dark Thirty (Kathryn Bigelow) The Grandmasters (Wong Kar-Wai) Her (Spike Jonze) Foxcatcher (Bennett Miller) Untitled Abscam Project (David O. Russell)
That's five Academy Award-nominated directors plus two cult ones.
She also acquired the rights to the Terminator franchise.
Chronological living is a kind of lie. Existence doesn't have more meaning in one direction than it does in any other. Most people I know live their lives moving in a constant forward direction, the whole time looking backward. 
I just finished reading How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu. It's a heady time travel novel that I'm not sure I like, but am glad I read. It was a welcome respite from the flippant ecosystem in which I reside.
My father is, was, has always been a sad man. Sadness was the driver, the motor of his invention, the engine of his creativity. The sadness was generational, accumulated like heavy elements in us, like we were large sea life, enormous ocean fish, swimming silent, collecting the sadness and moving through the deep with it, never stopping, always increasing the quantity in our bodies, always moving forward, never fully sleeping, eaters of sadness. Bite by bite, meal by meal, becoming made of sadness. Passed down like an inheritance, a negative inheritance, a long line of poor, clever men, growing, over time, slightly less poor, and slightly more clever, but never wise. 
I noticed, on most nights, his jaw clenched at dinner, the way he closed his eyes slowly when my mother asked him about work, watched him stifle his own ambition, seeming to physically shrink with each professional defeat, watched him choke it down, with each year finding new and deep places to hide it all within himself, observed his absorption of tiny, daily frustrations that, over time (that one true damage-causing substance), accumulated into a reservoir of subterranean failure, like oil shale, like a volatile substance trapped in rock, a vast quantity of potential energy locked in to an inert substrate, unmoving and silent at the present moment but in actuality building pressure and growing more combustive with each passing year. 
GH: We shot this mockumentary thing about — because everybody used to joke that Rob looked like Haley Joel Osment — Rob playing Haley Joel Osment in his twenties, years later, and Charlie played Frankie Muniz years later.
What is Frankie Muniz doing that's so important that they had to resort to using Candace Cameron?
Picnic on a Stick – Pieces of delicious spicy fried chicken alternate tater tots and slices of dill pickle. Repeated three times on a stick then dipped in batter, rolled in bread crumbs, and fried until golden brown, this picnic wouldn't be complete without its choice of BBQ sauce, ranch, or honey mustard.
Fried Samoas – A Samoa wrapped in a wonton skin and fried, then drizzled with chocolate, caramel, and coconut.
Fried Sugar – Sweet sugar cubes are dipped in pancake batter, then popped in the fryer until golden brown. Topped with creamy caramel sauce.
Idea: Put "people love us on Yelp" stickers on homeless people's signs.
Rory: It can't possibly be "faggy." Jon: "Faggay"? Like "Timmay."
Jon: "Faj," "vaj." "Fa-jay," "va-jay." Alotta Fage. Rory: According to Wikipedia, it's pronounced fa-yeh. The G is a Y. Jon: Why not brand it in America then as Faye? Rory: "Fey" yogurt may as well be "faggy" yogurt.
So who's eligible for a "Best Original Song" Oscar next February?
Badly Drawn Boy – Being Flynn
Taylor Swift, Arcade Fire – The Hunger Games
Mike Shinoda (Linkin Park) – The Raid: Redemption
Soundgarden – The Avengers
Mumford and Sons – Brave
R. Kelly – Sparkle
Bassnectar and Chino Moreno (Deftones) – Resident Evil: Retribution
Josh Homme (Queens of the Stone Age) – End of Watch
Mariah Carey – The Paperboy
The Black Keys, Kanye West, Wu-Tang Clan, Talib Kweli, Freddie Gibbs – The Man with the Iron Fists
Skrillex, Owl City – Wreck-It Ralph
All told, the world's airlines spend $7 billion-8 billion a year taxiing between passenger gates and the runway. [source]
Back from Vegas. Next: Detroit/Chicago.
While in Vegas, I finished reading Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff, the climax of which is set in Vegas, and partly in the hotel I was staying at. Of the four Ruff novels I've read this year (working my way through his oeuvre), Bad Monkeys is the singular dud.
Odd name for a Chinese-themed slot machine… OH! Heh.
Chinese-themed slot machines probably account for half of all (culturally reductive, borderline offensive) ethnic-themed slot machines. Today alone I noted:
The Last Emperor
House of Fortune
Mr. Luck Fortune Cookie
Far East Fortunes
Triple Double Jade
The Jade Monkey
Shen Long (Spirit Dragon)
Game of Dragons
King of Dragons
Wu Xing (Five Elements)
1421: Voyages of Zheng He
Choy Sun Doa (Aristocrat)
Legend of the Qin Dynasty
Dynasty of Gold
I'd like to sit in on pitch meetings for ethnic-themed slot machines.
If these are polished themes, what were the raw ideas? What was rejected?
Do I have to tell you? You just open and close taxi doors.
"The, uhhh, Erotic Heritage Museum."
[to taxi driver] "Erotic Heritage Museum!"
The anti-gravity Landspeeder from Axel Braun's blockbuster movie Star Wars XXX: A Porn Parody, along with a sexy female Storm Trooper and Sand Person, has landed in a prime location at The Erotic Heritage Museum (EHM) in Las Vegas. [source]
Of all the derelict, off-Strip real estate I've seen, the Liberace Museum strip mall is the saddest.
This is a Ferris wheel too?
Two Ferris wheels are currently being constructed on the Strip. Two Ferris wheels two miles apart.
Ferris Wheel Idea: Cercle du Soleil by Cirque du Soleil.
"Where are you headed?"
"Heh. Vegas Stripper University."
"It may be called 'Las Vegas Stripper Poles.'"
Woof. Should've have consumed that chocolate shake with Makers Mark 46, peanut butter, banana, walnut liqueur, and maple bacon sprinkles before a Maryland crab feast lunch.
I don't wish foodie-ism on anyone who likes to travel. If I never have to try a restaurant's signature fried chicken again…
"What's that film that you love?"
"The one about the fuckin' hairdresser, the space hairdresser and the cowboy."
"The guy, he's got a tin-foiled pal and a pedal bin."
"His father's a robot and he's fuckin' fucked his sister!"
"Lego! They're all made of fuckin' lego."
"That's the one." (The Thick of It, S04E02)
Conrad! Megan! Guillermo! (Weeds, S08E11)
Houseguests, Olympic gymnasts awkwardly meet, pretend they know each other (Big Brother, S14E27)