Cobb: "I will split up my father's empire." Now, this is obviously an idea that Robert himself would choose to reject. Which is why we need to plant it deep in his subconscious. Subconscious is motivated by emotion, right? Not reason. We need to find a way to translate this into an emotional concept.
Arthur: How do you translate a business strategy into an emotion?
Cobb: That's what we're here to figure out, right? Now, Robert's relationship with his father is stressed, to say the least.
Eames: Well, can we run with that? We could suggest to him breaking up his father's company as a "screw-you" to the old man.
Cobb: No, 'cause I think positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time. We all yearn for reconciliation, for catharsis. We need Robert Fischer to have a positive emotional reaction to all this.
Eames: Alright, we'll try this, umm... "My father accepts that I want to create for myself, not follow in his footsteps."
Cobb: That might work.
Arthur: Might? We're gonna need to do a little better than 'might'.
Eames: Oh, thank you for your contribution, Arthur.
Arthur: Forgive me for wanting a little specificity, Eames.
[Eames appears confused at the word]
Princess Victoria: Do you ever feel like a chess piece yourself? In a game being played against your will.
Prince Albert: Do you?
Princess Victoria: Constantly. I see them leaning in and moving me around the board.
Prince Albert: The Duchess and Sir John?
Princess Victoria: Not just them. Uncle Leopold. The king. I'm sure half the politicians are ready to seize hold of my skirts and drag me from square to square.
Prince Albert: Then you had better master the rules of the game until you play it better than they can.
Princess Victoria: You don't recommend I find a husband to play it for me?
Prince Albert: I should find one to play it with you, not for you.
(Source: Young Victoria)
Rodney: [sigh] If God created anything better than crack cocaine he kept that shit for hisself.
A white man has stolen a phrase from Black people and went viral with it … again.
I apologize for the lack of Morning Mail this week. There will be commentary, there will be commentary.
I woke up this morning and found out that we’re going to invade Libya. Americans can never make up their mind. That’s cool though, because nobody said we had to have a plan, just some guns, ammo and goddesses.
The Miami Heat do not suck, they’re on a losing streak, there’s a difference. Maybe this is the type of adversity that leads to them making a deep push in the playoffs. Or at least, a long summer vacation in Miami will help them prioritize things. They are not better than the Lakers though. I think they’ll beat the Lakers on Thursday. The only reason why the Heat beat the Lakers on Christmas was because the game meant more to them than it meant to us. That’s exactly what Thursday is. If the Heat lose on Thursday, Coach Spo won’t have a job on Friday.
Have you ever gotten in a mood when you just want to be left alone with your thoughts? One of these days I’m going to tell everyone a story and they’re going to laugh their asses off, but for now, I’ll just be left alone with my thoughts.
I work in Babel. Most of the communication that goes on at my job is in about ten different languages. Apparently, no one cares though. But trust me when people take personal phone calls in an open area, it’s downright annoying.
I respectfully agree with the claims that the United States do not need to invade a country that they’ve already invaded.
I will try and get that post up tomorrow. I was supposed to drop a post on Monday inspired by Most’s post of his favorite photographs.
I need a vacation.
I need to come to grips with my next move. I just realized that I’ve outgrown my surroundings.
Life is ok. God is always great.