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who fckn knows. 

I am pretty unhappy ATM. as usual. don't know why I'm putting this online ; can't think of why I ever would havedo e something so silly. 

whoever reads this: tell my story. I'll do the same to you.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-this-feeling-called-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-8501735258879026317</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T12:17:32.286-05:00</atom:updated><title>lynchianscript_thesecond</title><atom:summary>EXT. THEIR APARTMENT (main room windowsill) - DAWNFrom outside we see into the main room of their apartment. The set is bare, devoid of furniture and decoration. The crew assembles the set and leaves. An alarm clock rings from off screen, and CHARACTER A (JOHN) enters looking like he just woke up.INT. THEIR APARTMENT (eating AREA) - MORNINGJOHN is in the dining room, sitting at the round table </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2010/02/lynchianscriptthesecond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-3162878008205919411</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T00:08:47.444-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>hi it's 2010 i am 19 live in montreal life sucks am super poor and i suspect on the lam. have had sex with a girl twice now and am in a really strange relationship that i am not comfortable with.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-its-2010-i-am-19-live-in-montreal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-1624482338648424387</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T21:48:57.225-05:00</atom:updated><title>LYNCHIANSCRIPT</title><atom:summary>SECTION 11. EXT. LOOKING INTO THEIR APARTMENT – DAWNFrom outside we see into the main room of their apartment. The set is bare, devoid of furniture and decoration. The crew assembles the set and leaves. An alarm clock rings from off-screen, and CHARACTER A enters all sleepy-headed. 2. INT. THEIR APARTMENT (DINING AREA) – MORNINGCHARA is sitting at the table, dressed and eating cereal, etc. CHARB </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/12/lynchianscript.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-3015792975032799569</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T17:37:57.153-04:00</atom:updated><title>A SERIOUS MAN review</title><atom:summary>A SERIOUS MAN (2009)dir. Joel and Ethan Coen, with Michael Stuhlbarg, Richard Kind, Fred Melamed.    A Serious Man, the latest offering from film-making brothers Joel and Ethan Coen, presents us with the truest representation of the universe we live in: completely unpredictable, and occupied with exaggerated stereotypes of human beings that still manage to be true to life. Alongside this theme of</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/10/serious-man-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-9125149334866559295</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T22:35:24.335-05:00</atom:updated><title>last days</title><atom:summary>these are my last  days here in stanstead. i've made up my mind to: make a concerted effort to direct a 30-40 minute short film, as best as i can, despite no motivation whatsoever due to loss of morale.i've made up my mind to leave when it's done, or when it becomes apparent that it is impossible to do, to leave then. either way, i'm on my way out. these are my last days in stanstead.something i </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-1253033577912693417</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T23:47:06.063-05:00</atom:updated><title>more on dreaming!</title><atom:summary>sent home for a bunch of hours to work on my treatment. i ended up dozing off watching the simpsons. i had dreams where i was fully immersed, i was another person. i don't remember them, but i remember waking up and being confused at where i was and who i was. i find that loss of identity refreshing.they were those dreams that take 5 minutes irl but seem like forever in dreamland.interesting </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-on-dreaming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-8757202771237330426</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T00:19:45.354-05:00</atom:updated><title>dreams are futile!</title><atom:summary>so i re-read that thing i wrote about that i dream i had about charlotte. that dream was, for sure, one of (if not the most) powerful dreams i have ever had. it affected me for days. i couldn't get over it; the sense of melancholy, and love.but re-reading it, i am struck with its futility. what can i do about it. go and marry charlotte? she won't be the girl i want her to be. build a house that </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams-are-futile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-8575360257593530222</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T23:57:47.478-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>i love you!</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-320356720115941410</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-12T19:43:44.449-05:00</atom:updated><title>fasting.</title><atom:summary>fasting is difficult. i could eat food, and no-one would know but myself. am i so important? is it so worth it to be honest with myself? i haven't yet figured out why i am doing this, though.i guess that i just will do it. i mean it's only two more days.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2009/01/fasting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-314833937911449241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-25T23:46:47.717-05:00</atom:updated><title>merry christmas.</title><atom:summary>before it's too late. merry christmas. i don't think i've missed one yet?the most important day of the year is christmas day. the most important part of christmas day is the morning. i spent christmas morning alone.tansy said she had knocked on my door around 10:30. i didn't hear it? i don't know. she spent the morning with kim, a tenant in the building who kind-of sometimes helps out at the </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-3328872271685422108</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T01:44:36.788-05:00</atom:updated><title>hate</title><atom:summary>12:50 AM 12/23/2008i know that these things are true: i love you and i hate you.i saw those boots outside your door, and i know what they mean. i tell myself to be a robot. to feel no emotion. made of steel and circuitry.i can steel my body and abuse it and do more than i should for you, but my heart is red and giant and every look from you is shot from a ballista.i love you and i hate that i am </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/12/hate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-6883803003605132449</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T23:12:42.538-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>i spent the whole day with girl. i wonder if that is my first real date! we ate lunch, and saw quantum of solace, and then went to a stupid clothes store and dress place and i almost threw up. met up with boss and his family afterwards at a bar, and went out for chinese food.it is depressing that, back in montreal, with my $40 per diem, i had nothing to spend it on. i mean, i ate and saw a movie,</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-spent-whole-day-with-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-134930701946953994</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T20:45:09.673-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>the stanstead effect?i wonder if the isolating effect this town has turns us creative few (bashar, damon, tansy, and i) into feral animals. we claw at each other, tear each other apart, until we are all a jumble of bones in the middle of a snowy laneway.i have entered into the fabled LAND OF ADULTS. since i was born i have looked upon this day, these days, with apprehension; with excitement. and </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/12/stanstead-effect-i-wonder-if-isolating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-4785312501494793082</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T17:10:46.512-04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>i'm on my laptop, sitting on a stool out on the balcony, about to get high.gettin' high ON THE INTERNET ohyeah.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-on-my-laptop-sitting-on-stool-out-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-7249335699338433344</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T16:16:39.458-04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>at the end of a universe, a blasphemous machine floats through the blackness. the suns of our worship, world-warmers, idols of worship and bloody sacrifice, are tiny pinpricks, grains of sand on a black canvas, too numerous to comprehend, too distant to fathom. galaxies and nebulae swirl silently, unmoving, home to an infinite variety of life and possibility and unimaginable variety.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-well-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-194992347093538301</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T00:37:27.629-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><title /><atom:summary>bringing this stupid internet blog back before it dies forever.less than ten posts this entire year. :[</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-title-had-better-not-be-underlined.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-4363941694042077877</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T23:29:10.435-04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>            Wooden Shoes					Marc TodoroffThe buzzer interrupted my Monday night reverie."Who is it?" I asked the machine."It's me," it replied. The voice was distorted by ancient technology, but I still recognized it, and didn't say anything.After a moment, the voice came through the dusty speaker again, repeating itself: "It's me. Can I come up?"I let her up, not answering. The elevator was </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/06/wooden-shoes-marc-todoroff-buzzer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-548073961145537295</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-29T07:34:14.349-04:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>i am worth-less.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-worth-less.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-6795944288842665120</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T22:58:54.820-04:00</atom:updated><title>08: 23/5 (ii)</title><atom:summary>i will not live in a basement.i will not live with another.now i want to film.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-235-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-5717902546228727144</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T22:57:45.432-04:00</atom:updated><title>08: 5/23</title><atom:summary>the scribble i drew to see if the pen is working spells jin.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-235.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-2412201417565785347</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T23:04:22.316-04:00</atom:updated><title>08: 5/16</title><atom:summary /><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-516.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-4664634815487147862</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-26T00:19:34.788-04:00</atom:updated><title>08: 4/26</title><atom:summary>i have never tried to make a movie.i've never even filmed with a camera.whenever i think about making movies, i realize that i'm not really that interested in the process, and that i know nothing about it. i want to make films, but....</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/04/08-426.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-5427103628472401269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-23T23:52:39.859-04:00</atom:updated><title>08: 4/23.</title><atom:summary>there was a pretty girl at the arcade and a hundred more out on the street. someday i'll grow up and i'll know what to say to them. someday i'll grow up and be famous.</atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2008/04/08-423.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12025130.post-422549551916129105</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-04T01:13:35.808-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>marc has a nice new outfit. says:byebye.Oliver says:in a minute'cause i done starteda conversationn it would be rude to leave nowmarc has a nice new outfit. says:i done starter, and before i be departed you'll find that i farted.started.Oliver says:nicethats why niggas call you mastarhymesbecause you are a master of rhymes.marc has a nice new outfit. says:and i pop hymenslike blind men falling </atom:summary><link>http://altdotconform.blogspot.com/2007/12/marc-has-nice-new-outfit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (u.m.todoroff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

