Tales of suspense
So I dreamed I'd been hired to design and build a new suit of armor for Iron Man 3 (or possible the Avengers movie, my dream was a little vague on that point). Total reimagining. I used influences from mid-nineteenth century dinner wear (only, you know, metal) and kabuki masks - and also these completely awesome details on the arms I was insanely proud of but which I can't for the life of me remember what were.
I called the suit 'Suava Tilde Mark Three' and pestered the scriptwriters until they used the name in the movie, just so I could hear Robert Downey Jr. say my name (which is Tilde, not Suava. I don't even know what sort of word that is). Obviously I thought this was an INGENIOUS PLAN. But when opening night came it turned out he said it in that inelegant American way with the heavy L ("Tillduhh") and I realized my plan perhaps wasn't that ingenious after all.
Even so I thought to myself "Man when I get to a computer I'm SO going to blog about this!". So here you go, dream Tilly. I blogged about it.
I called the suit 'Suava Tilde Mark Three' and pestered the scriptwriters until they used the name in the movie, just so I could hear Robert Downey Jr. say my name (which is Tilde, not Suava. I don't even know what sort of word that is). Obviously I thought this was an INGENIOUS PLAN. But when opening night came it turned out he said it in that inelegant American way with the heavy L ("Tillduhh") and I realized my plan perhaps wasn't that ingenious after all.
Even so I thought to myself "Man when I get to a computer I'm SO going to blog about this!". So here you go, dream Tilly. I blogged about it.