Wavy Hair and Coleman Ranahan

ecstatic-motion: My cat brought us a present today. I have...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 03:20:39 -0500

ecstatic-motion:

My cat brought us a present today. I have never seen a rabbit SO angry.

juliasegal: Josh Burggraf This is terrifying.

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 03:10:42 -0500

juliasegal:

Josh Burggraf

This is terrifying.

ardaniel: April O’Neil by Dave Rapoza.

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 15:42:47 -0500

ardaniel:

April O’Neil by Dave Rapoza.

Goodbye College: An Introspective

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 18:51:13 -0500

Today, with the ever hopefullness that I’ve passed my last class (I don’t doubt that I do but the worry is ever present) I have graduated.

The word graduation and college in the same sentence, just doesn’t seem plausible to me. If you had told me three years ago in 2009 that I would graduate college with a degree of any kind much less screenwriting, I would have stabbed you until you bled sarcasm.

It was crazy, three years ago I was at community college, having just gone through a crazy year of studying acting and trying not have a nervous breakdown in the process. I was unsure of what was to happen next. I wanted film school. I wanted film school so very badly.

Growing up, I really wasn’t allowed to take risks. They were frowned upon. I’ve already elaborated on some of this in a previous post, but the one thing I regret during my tenure at Columbia College was not taking enough risks. I stayed dormant my first two years because I was constantly afraid of failing.

Three years ago I told myself, somehow, someway, that I needed out. It sounds cliché to say “I felt contained” at home but I really did. But I found my way on to a new life. Film school.

At first I thought I knew what I was doing, but going through the film core, I really didn’t know what I was doing. It wasn’t until I went through actual screenwriting courses that my voice and identity began to take shape. I really didn’t even find my voice until the beginning of this year, the last year I would be in college. It’s a slightly aggravating realization, but hey, I found part of it at least right?

It was an awful big risk, coming to Columbia. I was constantly reminded to not fail and to do my best and to post my grades possible every single second of the day. But I don’t regret coming to Columbia one bit. I made the best possible friends I could ask for, and have come to a new vision as a filmmaker because of it. I’m a better person because of this.

Now I’ve finished my last class, and I sit here in the film building thinking how crazy the last three years have been. College is over. The obstacle in front of me is the feature film I have decided to undertake. It hasn’t been a picnic, that’s for sure, but I think overall I’ll be a better person for that too.

So to the people I have met, the films I have worked on, the people who took their generous time to critique my work honestly, thank you. Time to look forward, and start taking more risks.

After the film, it’s deciding where to live for the next couple of years of my life. But one challenge at a time. Here we go.

-C

The Next Three Months

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:45:00 -0500

That’s a sequel to the Russell Crowe movie right? Yuk yuk I hate myself for typing that.

The next three months are going to be the craziest my life will probably see. I graduate, I get to make a feature film with my friends, and I have decide where to live next. The first two things don’t scare me as much as the third one does.

Where to live?

“Don’t go to LA. LA sucks.”

“Why not New York?”

“You should stay in Chicago.”

“You’ll be living with your parents in two months.”

“You want to go to LA? Get out of here….no seriously, you need to leave, I’m closing the liquor store.”

This is exactly the kind of thing I wish my mind wasn’t focused on right now as I try to finish up the first two things on my list, graduate, and make a movie. The daunting task of choosing where to live in the next three months is insane. I had my heart set on Los Angeles. I even took a vacation there before hand so A) I could see one of my best friends and hang out with other awesome people and B) to test the waters so if I didn’t move I wouldn’t be so culture shocked when I got there. And now it’s being challenged.

People are tearing at me from all sides to move in a certain direction. You know when the Hulk started screaming at the Chitauri in the Avengers in that crazy wrap-around dolly shot? That’s me right now. Screaming in a Hulkish way to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to be doing.

I know that moving across the country or for that matter into a large populated city is a daunting task. It’s going to be the city I live in for the next couple of years no doubt. I guess the question I have to ask myself is what is it that I really need?

Is it the crazy need to shake things up? Do I need to move away so I can feel like my life can actually begin? Or do I need to work my way through the city that I’ve already worked in professionally for the last couple of years? I’m pretty sure it’s the first one but I could always be wrong.

Most of my life I’ve been told to only make moves based on the reality of everything.

“Only move out there if you have the money.”

“You really should have a plan.”

Taking risks is pretty frowned upon in my neck of the woods. And that’s what I don’t like. I don’t like not being allowed to take risks and possibly fall from whatever small amount of grace I have. The unknown future scares the people around me. It scares me too, but not as to the degree that it does to them. I know with the economy and the way jobs have been for the last couple of years people certainly have a right to be scared, but through the hard times is when some people in the creative field find a way to rise out of those ashes. I’m not saying I’ll be one of those people, but I’d certainly like the chance to try that.

Part of me wants to be so risky and say screw it and move to London. There’s nothing as risky as moving to an entirely new country just for fun. Plus I’m a sucker for women with accents.

I’ve got a lot of crazy decisions to make in the next three months, and I hope that I make the right ones. I know some people won’t like them, or could possibly be hurt by me moving somewhere new, but I hope that they realize that this is something I need to do, not just for the hope of any kind of a career, but something I need to do for myself as a person. To grow up, and to move on.

-C

Can you guys reblog and check this out for my brother? He's trying to raise $1000 and so far he has gotten $200. It's his dream to produce a movie, if you donate, thank you. It means alot to me and even more to my brother. Thanks in advance.

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 20:04:03 -0500

Can you guys reblog and check this out for my brother? He's trying to raise $1000 and so far he has gotten $200. It's his dream to produce a movie, if you donate, thank you. It means alot to me and even more to my brother. Thanks in advance.

beautilation: At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is...

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 18:10:00 -0400

beautilation:

At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is a shitty picture and there will be better ones of my whole costume coming up but I just want to say something.

Black Cat’s costume has a fair amount of cleavage (conservative compared to many other female comic characters but a good amount as far as what I’ve ever shown). I guess I was not surprised to have a couple men ask to pose with me and then do some doofy “WHOA LOOK AT THOSE KNOCKERS” poses. I just make a really ugly face when I see they’re doing it. One guy with the social graces of a lemur said to me “I was this close to wearing that same outfit. My breasts are large and supple and I think it would have been nice.” Nope. Stop talking.

But aside from guys being doofy and awkward (but clearly not foul-intentioned), I did have my first truly skeezy experience at Comic Con today.

And my first truly empowering moment as well.

This group of men from some kind of Stan Lee fan club blah blah internet video channel blah blah asked to interview with them on camera about Comic Con. I said well okay, sure. Camera is rolling. The “host” is a middle aged, rotund dude. It’s an all-male crew and lots of people (mostly guys) were beginning to crowd around. The following is the interview as burned in my mind. Keep in mind that I expected this to be about Comic Con in general.

Him: I’m here with…

Me: Mandy, aka Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat

Him: ..And she is HOT. Do you think I’m hot enough to pull that off?

Me: Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never seen you in drag.

Him: I’ve got a great ass. Go on, spank me.

Me: (look at his large ass, popped up mere inches away from me then look into the camera like are you kidding me . No thanks. I may hurt you, I’m a lot stronger than I look.

Him: Aw come on!

Me: No, seriously. Stop.

Him: Damn, alright! Well let me ask you an important question then…what is your cup size?

Me: (big talk show smile) That is actually none of your fucking business.

Him: Oh! I think that means to say she’s a C.

Me: I actually have no breasts at all, what you see is just all of the fat from my midsection pulled up to my chest and carefully held in place with this corset. It’s really uncomfortable, I don’t know why I do it.

Him: (to the male crowd) Aw, come on what do you guys think? C cup?

—a few males start to shout out cup sizes as I stand there looking at this guy like this has to be a fucking joke, then look at the crowd and see that no amount of witty banter or fiestiness will stop making this whole thing fucking dumb. It was clearly a ploy to single out cosplaying women to get them to talk sexual innuendos and flirt with this asshole and let him talk down to them simply because they were in costume and were attractive. Whether I’m in a skintight catsuit or not, I’m a fucking professional in everything I do and I don’t need to play nice for this idiot.

Me: This is not an interview, this is degrading. I’m done. (I walk away)

Him: (clearly dumbfounded and surprised) ..Come on, it’s all in good fun!

Me: Being degraded is fun? That was unprofessional and I hope that isn’t your day job because you can’t interview for shit, my man.

And the entire crew and the crowd were SILENT. NOTHING. SHOCK, HONEY. It felt like I was in a heated fog, full of rage and pride and I sashayed away feeling like the most badass motherfucker in the whole damn room, but kind of also on the verge of tears. A slow build of applause would have been appropriate, but from the looks on people’s faces, they were just completely not expecting me to do what I just did- which was really nothing more than speaking up for myself. It wasn’t something one should feel brave for doing but crazy for not doing when necessary.

It’s because many people at these cons expect women cosplaying as vixens (or even just wearing particularly flattering costumes) to be open/ welcoming to crude male commentary and lecherous ogling, like our presence comes with subtitles that say “I represent your fantasy thus you may treat me like a fantasy and not a human in a costume”. And maybe that will always be how the majority of people see us. But that does not mean we have to put up with shit that crosses the line, it does not mean we owe them a fantasy, it does not mean we dress up to have guys drooling over us and letting us know that we turn them on. It is not all about your dicks, gentlemen. So I encourage cosplaying women everywhere to be blunt and vocal with their rights, their personal boundaries, and their comfort level at conventions. I actually encourage girls to be brashly shameless about these things, to not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable and to let the person doing it know that they are crossing the line. Don’t keep quiet because you’re scared of what they might say or think- because if you say nothing they will continue to see what they’re doing as OK.

flamelikeme: “Tragedy + time = comedy. But I don’t have the...

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:41:28 -0400

flamelikeme:

“Tragedy + time = comedy. But I don’t have the benefit of time. So I’m just going to tell you the tragedy and know that everything is going to be okay.”

So began Tig Notaro’s set last night at her show “Tig and friends” at the Largo.

Actually, that wasn’t the beginning of her set. It began when Ed Helms welcomed her to the stage and she crossed over, took the microphone, and said “Thank you, thank you, I have cancer, thank you, I have cancer, really, thank you.”

Applause gave way to reticent laughter as she explained how she had planned a set about bees flying alongside her car on the 405, but that she couldn’t possibly do her “silly jokes” when all this was going on. And that’s when she told us that 3 days ago, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, in both breasts.

But she didn’t just have cancer. She went on to explain that in some manic twist of fate, while her career is at an all-time high — she is moving to New York to work on Amy Schumer’s new television show, she was on This American Life — concurrently, all these terrible circumstances have befallen her over the past 3 months: pneumonia made way for a debilitating bacterial infection in her digestive tract for which she was hospitalized and lost 30 pounds off of her already small frame, days after being released from the hospital, her young mother died suddenly and tragically (fell, hit her head, died), then she and her girlfriend broke up, and then, now, cancer. In both breasts. (“You have a lump.” “No, doctor, that’s my breast.” — one of her most renowned bits is about someone remarking upon her small breasts)

For the first half of her set, even though she was telling the story in perfect grace and humor, I couldn’t laugh. For the second half, for the first time in my life, as far as I can recall, I genuinely laughed and cried at the exact same time, bewildered at the tragedy and the remarkably calm, clever prism through which she assessed her terrible set of circumstances.

While telling us anecdotes from these personal tragedies, all along the way, she assured the audience “it’s okay, I’m going to be okay.” At one part, when she reached a dark place wherein most of the audience could not find the will to laugh, she said “maybe I’ll just go back to telling jokes about bees. Should I do that?” there were several “NOs” and one insistent loud male voice who cried out

“NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. THIS IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE.”

She looked genuinely taken aback, and relieved. She’d managed to make the tragic not only palatable but overwhelmingly engaging. She’d done it.

Tig’s been one of my favorite comedians for a couple of years now. I told her how much I loved her work after a set at UCB one night, and she received my words so kindly that she came towards me and gave me a hug. I’ve gone downtown to bars by myself and sat for hours alone, just waiting to see her headlining set.

At the end of her routine last night, everyone in the audience gave her a standing ovation, for me her wowed, grateful, happy face blurry with my own salty eyes. She’d released her horrific story into the hearts of her fans. I’m sure we all felt like I did; we were made witness to a truly historical moment in comedy, by one of the industry of comedy’s absolute greatest.

Bill Burr followed her set, inexplicably able to make the whole audience uproarious with laughter by the end. Bill Burr then brought on Louis C.K., the surprise guest of the night, which was a shock - it was my first time ever seeing him live - but it was very difficult to give him my enrapt attention after Tig’s on-stage confessions.

My head is still swimming around what happened last night. We all saw the ultimate embodiment of what comedy is supposed to do: deeply personal tragedies somehow transformed, with the enormous, necessary power of an open-hearted audience, into brilliantly-written truths that we’ll all take home with us and keep with us as long as we’ll have a sound-enough mind to remember that show. If schadenfreude is pleasure derived from the misfortune of others, we all shuffled into another corner last night, schadenfreude’s cousin; we’re not laughing at you, we’re crying with you but trying very hard to accept this avalanche of misfortune through the more edible prism of humor.

I’m so grateful I could bear witness to what happened last night, and more than that I’m grateful to comedy and to Tig Notaro for being not only courageous enough and not only spirited enough but for being so endlessly, achingly HONEST with all of us, the stunned, mouth-breathing strangers in the dark.

Open Letter to WB - Don't Take Out The Theater Scene

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 16:32:00 -0400

To Warner Brothers

In light of the recent events of the theater shootings in Aurora, Colorado I understand wanting to take action to make people feel comfortable about their movie going experience with Gangster Squad. But I think you’re going about it the wrong way.

The movie theater is my home. It’s my sanctuary, and my escape. I feel as violated as every other movie goer, but eliminating the theater scene from Gangster Squad does not send a good message at all to both movie patrons and filmmakers alike. I would have understood if you had simply removed it from your trailers, but removing it completely from the movie sends the message that real life villains can be allowed to dictate art and escapism, even if it’s mainstream.

Are we not giving the shooter (who I won’t mention by name) more power because we take this particular scene out of the movie?

I work in the industry. I have high aspirations as do a lot of filmmakers, but I feel violated as a filmmaker when a lunatic with a gun can scare the industry and its customers into putting their heads in the sand.

There’s a difference between being sensitive and being afraid. Despite what happened in Aurora, a lot of movie-goers still wanted to go see a movie. Removing the scene from the trailer was a sign of respect, removing it from the movie is being fearful.

The mad man didn’t open fire because of violence in movies, he opened fire because he was crazy. There’s a lot of crazy people in the world, but if we allow them to dictate what we can and can’t do then our art form is for nothing.

Stand up for yourselves WB. You’ve acknowledged what happened by taking out the scene in the trailer. Don’t take out the theater scene, and let viewers experience what Gangster Squad is supposed to be, regardless of whether or not we’ll like it or if the scene is even that relevant to the story of the film. If you change the movie, I won’t be thinking of what’s going on in the world of the movie, I’ll be thinking of a mad man who opened fire on innocent people in Aurora, Colorado. People on any movie set work their butts off, and getting rid of that squanders their hard work. And those victims deserve our respect, and they deserve more by keeping their movie going experience intact.

Sincerely

From a filmmaker to the industry

Coleman R.

Tonight (or last night) I watched the film NETWORK (1976) for...

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:52:00 -0400

Tonight (or last night) I watched the film NETWORK (1976) for the first time. For anyone who is unaware, Network is a film about made up television network UBS and their ratings struggles with one of their top news anchors.

In this film, Howard Beale gets fired after declining ratings of being on the air for so many years, and in doing so announces on the air he is going to kill himself in the final broadcast he anchors.

Already this film is more brazen within the first fifteen minutes than so many films and TV you see nowadays. This film took chances and it kept taking them throughout the film. I know it’s a satirical film, but it’s a film about humanity in the end. I value that heavily.

However, the more I began to think about Network as it was playing, the more I began to think about its relevancy to today, with the landscape of television or film and corporate politics. We are so quick to toss things aside because of ratings going down even just the slightest.

We’re willing to “murder” the host of a show because if they were to fire him instead it would make the network look bad. I immediately thought of the Tonight Show incident with Conan O’Brien and *shudders* Jay Leno. NBC was so quick to “murder” the Tonight Show brand because the host was not bringing in the same ratings as Jay did.

When I thought Network was about to start to bore me, it just kept getting more interesting with their character’s monologues. Obviously the iconic “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore” is the easy one to point out.

But William Holden’s character had some great lines about humanity towards the end of the film as he sits in the room with Faye Dunaway’s soulless television executive character. He leaves her not because he wants to, but because he has to. He has a wife that needs him. He can’t just toss her aside like the network would toss Beale aside. As he makes his exit, in an almost meta fashion, explains what his exit would look like in television terms, the music would swell, and he would leave, leaving her alone in her apartment. There’s a brilliance to that scene that I can’t even describe.

In the end of NETWORK, William Holden’s character leaves Faye Dunaway, and Howard Beale is murdered by a terrorist group hired by the network executives of UBS who no longer know what to do with the “savior” of their network. It’s the perfect satirical example that blows through the BS of happy endings and facades that networks and companies put people through even though everything is never OK. We aren’t dealing with human beings anymore, as the film describes, we are dealing with “humanoids.”

It’s a film that very eloquently and very daftly put it’s message across through comedy and great individual monologues (referring back to this film’s message about the individual). As the film says It’s the individual that’s finished. And I for one, am as mad as hell, and not going to take it anymore. (Too cheesy? Whatever, life is bullshit.) A must own for any film fan.

zgulliksen: The internet needs to watch Tom Hiddleson be...

Mon, 21 May 2012 03:30:05 -0400

zgulliksen:

The internet needs to watch Tom Hiddleson be crazy.

seesunshinego:

peterfj:

honestly… if you are a human you should watch this.

in fact, show this to your dogs and cats and other species.

EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH THIS.

this got me all giddy and silly! I LOVE Tom Hiddleston

Dan Harmon Poops: HEY, DID I MISS ANYTHING?

Sat, 19 May 2012 08:42:57 -0400

Dan Harmon Poops: HEY, DID I MISS ANYTHING? :

danharmon:

Kids:

A few hours ago, I landed in Los Angeles, turned on my phone, and confirmed what you already know. Sony Pictures Television is replacing me as showrunner on Community, with two seasoned fellows that I’m sure are quite nice - actually, I have it on good authority they’re quite nice, because…

Here, is your jonah ray: Hey, Industry Executives...

Fri, 18 May 2012 14:06:15 -0400

Here, is your jonah ray: Hey, Industry Executives...:

jonahray:

My friends and I were having a chat and here are some things you should know…

You can’t MAKE a viral video, you can only make a video and MAYBE it goes “viral”

Trying to make a video to BE a viral video is a surefire way to make sure it doesn’t ever GO viral.

Do NOT call every online video “a…

elijahalvarado: Check out my latest visual - @ChanceTheRapper...

Fri, 11 May 2012 17:31:06 -0400

elijahalvarado:

Check out my latest visual - @ChanceTheRapper #HeyMa

austinvesely:

Directed by @ElijahAlvarado

endswealthcorp:

Chance The Rapper - Hey Ma

The Avengers is the best Marvel movie to ever come out. It is...

Sat, 05 May 2012 14:35:01 -0400

The Avengers is the best Marvel movie to ever come out. It is the best Hulk movie, the best Cap movie, the best Iron Man movie. This movie has such great little moments and really big great moments. It broke my brain when I left the theater. I couldn’t think. I almost felt drunk and I hadn’t been drinking. It’s quite the experience. Mark Ruffalo as Bruce Banner for life. End of story.

Yes. That is all.

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 23:53:03 -0400

Yes. That is all.

Hulk - Live Tweeted

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 20:24:00 -0400

I live Tweeted Ang Lee’s HULK today. Here they are. Collected for your enjoyment.

HULK TWEETS

For some reason I’m watching Ang Lee’s HULK for the 2nd time since I saw it in theaters. Carla Buono is in this…

This dialog is awful. #hulk

They’re trying too hard to make this a “comic” book movie. #hulk

Trying waaaaaaaay too hard. #hulk I wonder what Lee would have done differently post Batman Begins.

Glad we decided to make Banner’s father the crazy dog guy. He looks like Gallagher. #hulk

“I think the circuit’s kind of fried, you should probably come take a look at this.” Gee I wonder what’s coming next. #Hulk

I can’t wait for the part where Nick Nolte gets his mug shot taken. #Hulk

“Don’t let anything stand in your way!” -Nolte yells to his mutant dogs to go get Betty Ross. I yell the same thing to my toes. #Hulk

I mean that is some awful dialog, and an awful concept. Yes!! Let’s send the mutant poodle after Betty! What is this ABC Family? #Hulk

King Kong reference! Now, cue the planes! #Hulk

Hulk just put Betty in the car like you put a fork in the kitchen drawers. #Hulk

The pitbull just got fisted, in the mouth, by the Hulk. Uhhhh…. #Hulk

Butt naked Banner approaches the car! Sure Betty let him the open the door, like a gentleman! #hulk

If you travel into an army base with a motto above the entrance that reads “Victory” with a guy who gets angry and smashes shit, expect hell

Ross just growled, but it’s Sam Elliot so that’s ok. #Hulk

When Sam Elliot growls, his mustache gets a little bushier. By cracky. #hulk

Now competing in the triple jump! The Hulk! #hulk

Hulk just bit the warhead off a missile like it was a corn dog. Why go corndoggin Hulk when you got fraaaaaaaaan. #hulk #walkingtheroom

Wait, they expected a bunch of rocks to kill the Hulk? They were shooting him at will before…what logic are they following? #hulk

Hey look, the Hulk went into the atmosphere and froze up….way to go on originality there Iron Man. #hulk

Despite most things being bad, Jennifer Connelly, always worth it. #hulk

Hey look, Jennifer Connelly’s appearance just made a green raging Hulk turn back to human form, insert hack penis joke. #Hulk

Did they get this set design from Charlie Rose? They just need a table and they’re good to go. #Hulk

Nick Nolte is actually great until they give him some god awful dialogue to use, then it becomes his mug shot party. #hulk

There’s a lot of biting things off in this movie. #hulk

WOAH WOAH WOAH, was that Doug from Scrubs??? The one from the morgue? #hulk

They abuse edit transitions in this movie like gamma radiation. Good golly. Give it a rest. #Hulk

The main lesson of Ang Lee’s Hulk is to not let Nick Nolte bite power wires. #Hulk

I’ve said this before, but if I wasn’t math stupid, and I had a mind of science, I’d be a great Bruce Banner, I have the shoulders for it.

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Wed, 18 Apr 2012 12:45:47 -0400

austinvesely: Just let me be as cool as Godard with a broad as...

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 12:44:06 -0400

austinvesely:

Just let me be as cool as Godard with a broad as adorable as Anna Karina. Success.

Thanks Everyone+New Project

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:36:00 -0400

Folks around the world,

I just want to take the time to thank everyone who tried to donate to Out of Lessons. Unfortunately the film fell short of its funding goal on Kickstarter, which is a shame. But rather than be heartbroken about a project that had a huge budget and ambition (not that there is anything wrong with that) to begin with, I’d rather focus on the future.

(I just thought this picture was funny)

Out of Lessons will not be forgotten but rather placed in a different direction, meaning instead of trying to do another campaign to get things going, the script will be sent out to screenwriting competitions instead.

I think Out of Lessons has a much better chance in screenwriting competitions. I still love the story very much and if something great happens and it wins a few contests, then perhaps it will get made after all.

Now that that is set in motion, I’m also on the verge of developing a new project. Something much more simple and something much less expensive, about five times less. I saw the amount of donations we generated on Kickstarter (which as of this moment was $740), and thought I could easily do a project on that same amount of money and began brainstorming ideas.

The point is, this year something is getting made. Something will be made, and Out of Lessons will go to competitions. I know that much.

So thank you everyone who retweeted the Kickstarter campaign and put up with my constant spamming of that on Twitter and Facebook. Thanks to anyone who expressed interest in wanting to work on the film.

And biggest thanks go to Justin, my producer, who helped make this thing a reality. This project would have been nothing without him.

And thank you for your generous donations. I hope that the money you saved could be considered for my next project and that the amount of enthusiasm anyone showed for Out of Lessons will be applied to the new project as well.

Thanks everyone,

Coleman