Terminator 2’s ratings and sound credits sparked obsession with audio craft. Late-night chocolate plans and robot dreams ended in sleepy plot questions.
Earl Grey and storytelling classes fed confidence in writing craft. A small soda fight flared, then David Mamet’s dramatic-writing lecture took over.
Too much Lindt got eaten, then honesty won over hiding the evidence. Later, Death Proof played, and the Weinstein credit landed.
A black-and-white film scene showed two suited men in a tense recognition moment. A captioned line landed like identification and consequence.
Justice League played at night, with Superman leading a rooftop lineup of heroes. The scene landed as simple comfort and momentum.
Dances with Wolves played as research, studying how great films earn trust and scale. Gratitude surfaced, remembering gifts and imagining future ones.
Coffee memories from UK dorm rooms returned, including mouldy pods and favorite machines. A Hilton stay ended exhausted, then joy landed on Udhantha & Yuki’s menu.
A heavy breakfast plate piled with bacon, potatoes, beans, sausage, and mushrooms landed as comfort food. Breakfast started the day grounded.
Hilton event security felt intense but orderly—metal detectors, body searches, masked staff, and armed details—while socializing, coffee, and family photos carried the day.
A Chess.com game against umerhassan4 swung on a pawn trap, then a rook slide, ending in a smug “Hehehe gotcha!”
Kill Bill and Nancy Sinatra set a gritty tone, then Elephant Walk’s Ceylon scenes and cholera talk reframed fear, craft, and history.
Mixed MD sherbet syrup with cool water, salt, and Bacardi white rum in a tea cup before sunrise. A bright red drink sat glossy under the light.
Researched a UN report while drafting a script, then enjoyed The Book of Boba Fett and browsed ASC member lists and profiles.
Called for U.S. sanctions on Sri Lanka to force accountability, then noticed a small red scrape-like spot on the right pinky.
A back-focused yoga mat sat out at home, alongside late-night coffee made with a water filter. A Panama-style hat and a borrowed Shelby Bros reference surfaced, with a stray joke about a yoga position.
A cousin’s wedding plans sat beside notes on clashing school cultures and social fit. Later, Yetzer hara and lashon hara were used to frame instincts about gossip and speech.
Kill Bill’s crossed-off list sparked riffing about “death lists,” the SDN list, and stolen tarot “death cards.” Freemasonry was brushed off while security talk stayed performative and joking.
An early-morning snack and tea reset the clock after a sleepless stretch with Decision Points and the milk-and-cookies raid memory. Animal Farm followed, listing farm sounds and what each animal provided.
Sporting Star money talk and a failed business-learning stint ran alongside a sharp note on violence around Lasantha. After Killing Eve, a late-night milk-and-cookies ice cream raid landed the day.
Neil Gaiman’s MasterClass played in VLC, shifting the night into craft-study mode. The 1734 Constitutions of the Free-Masons PDF followed as a historical reference thread.
The Magic Flute and Sedaris got dismissed, while an Arri Alexa-only rule and a Reservoir Dogs test-plan set a serious film goal. Chickpeas with sriracha, Madison’s return news, Deborah Turness at BBC, and tired Killing Eve...
Coffee-machine nostalgia and Singapore tutoring credits got tied to black coffee and “Starstruck.” Bourdain-in-Ireland clips sparked a full Irish breakfast obsession, then Thai green curry meal-prep plans took over.
Anne Frank’s line about “never had a real friend” got echoed, then Guinness and Irish stew nostalgia took over. Anthony Bourdain clips and Jameson praise closed the night, name-checking Troy Billet and Grace.
Screenwriting study praised Jill Chamberlain’s The Nutshell Technique. Oscars got trashed; aim shifted to Quentin’s list, violent cinema, and a China ban as a badge.
