'Backrooms' director Kane Parsons says his dream is to make a film adaptation of 'Portal'
He's looking into if it's possible with 'a lot of caution and a lot of curiosity'
(via @kylebuchanan)
USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.
He never left it once.
Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.
I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.
"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."
I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.
"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.
He glanced at me. Something passed between us.
"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."
"They never do," I said.
And this is where it turned.
For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.
A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.
Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.
Then he handed me the fork.
"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."
I have been trusted with castles.
I have never been more honored.
He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.
He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.
Neither of us will ever correct the other.
So tell me, America.
Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?
Have you ever once asked him why?
I think he is still standing there.
Guarding the fire.
Waiting for one person to understand.
USA. A house. The garage is full, so the car sleeps in the rain.
I walked past an open garage today, and I finally understand Americans.
The garage was packed to the ceiling. Boxes. A treadmill. Old chairs. Three bicycles hanging from hooks. Christmas lights in a plastic tub. No room for even one more thing.
And the family car? Parked outside. In the driveway. Getting rained on.
I stood there, deeply moved.
In Japan, we put the car in the garage and the boxes in the house. Americans do the opposite. And now I see why.
The garage is the treasure house. Inside it sleep the sacred relics: the bicycle the child outgrew, the chair no one sits in, the lights that shine one week a year. These must be protected at all costs.
The car is not a treasure. The car is a warrior. So the car is given the highest honor a warrior can receive. It stands guard at the gate, in the storm, all night, so the treasures stay dry.
The owner came out with his coffee. He saw me looking and shook his head.
"Yeah, I really gotta clean out that garage," he said.
Clean it out? I bowed to him. "You are a good man," I said. "Your car guards your home with its life."
He looked at his car. He looked at me. He said, "...thanks?"
He has never thought of it that way. But I could tell he liked it.
So now every morning I walk past, and I bow to the car in the driveway.
It has the hardest job in the family, and it never complains.
The owner waves at me now. He thinks we are friends.
We are. But mostly, I am here for the car.
This morning it was raining again. The car was soaked, still guarding the gate, still faithful.
So I gave it my umbrella.
I do not need it. I have known harder rain.
A warrior on duty should not have to stand in the storm alone.
This just keeps getting worse for the American Fork Police Department
Here you can an officer admitting to taking Hydrocodone with the Owner of the AirBnB Reckless Ben was renting.
#JusticeForBen#LEGOscandal
You guys are such cliches. He has no idea what he's wearing. He's buttoned both buttons on a two button jacket, which is basically never acceptable. He's wearing a tie pin with a waistcoat. The collar is wrong and it's unbuttoned. Combining 1920s hair with a Victorian moustache is gauche. He looks like a waiter at a try-hard artisanal cocktail place in 2014.
Shawn Levy would love to see a 'Backrooms' and 'Star Wars' crossover
"I can’t help but be captivated by a ‘Backrooms’ and ‘Star Wars’ mashup ... luckily, I’ve got a little involvement in both, so I’ll see what I can do"
(via @vanityfair)
Patreon CEO Jack Conte delivers a message to Bricks & Minifigs after they sent an official takedown request for Reckless Ben’s videos
“We have in fact unfortunately determined that Bricks & Minifigs can stuff it, we’re keeping Ben’s page up”
(Via JackConteExtras on YT)