forgotten projects

If there were one “forgotten” animated film you could choose to be greenlit and finished, which would it be?

  • Disney’s Chanticleer
  • Miyazaki’s Pippi Longstocking
  • Chris Sander’s American Dog
  • Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie
  • DreamWorks’ Me and My Shadow
  • Bluth’s Velveteen Rabbit
  • Digital Domain’s Legend of Tembo
  • Disney’s Catcher in the Rye
  • Pixar’s Newt
  • Disney’s King of the Elves (current status debatable)
  • Pixar’s Monsters, Inc. sequel (not MU)
  • DreamWorks’ Tusker
  • Bluth’s Beauty and the Beast
  • Henry Selick’s unnamed stop-motion feature
  • Disney’s My Peoples
  • Bluth’s Satyrday
  • Something else?

You can read about all of the above mentioned films on  my forgotten projects tag.

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Who Framed Roger Rabbit 2 | 1998 CGI Test Pitch - Eric Goldberg

The Eggnog Latte

Cause of death: Group projects. At least, Liam thinks, that’s what it feels like.

Then again, a caffeine overdose is also quite possible.

When Liam finds his way to the Starbucks once more, he realizes with a huff that the line is snaking out the hallway again, creeping through the library doors. You’d think by the seventh time he’d remember how crowded it is during finals week. But no.

By the time he makes it up to the front of the line, he’s answered seven texts, ordered three Christmas presents, and beat five levels of Candy Crush. By the end of it, he’s completely forgotten what his group project is about and why he’s worrying about it. He thinks that’s probably for the best.

“Another eggnog latte?” The barista at the front asks sweetly, and Liam flushes, more than a little embarrassed that he’s—apparently–already become a regular customer after living in the library the past couple of days.

Liam nods, giving her a small smile before she blinks at him, as if expecting more.

“Sorry?” Liam worries as he blindly fumbles for his wallet, not sure if that’s what she’s looking for.

“It’s happy hour right now,” she explains. “You get another holiday drink free.”

Liam sighs heavily. Way to make him realize how, well, how pathetic and alone he is this holiday season. 

But he doesn’t want something free to go to waste–not when all of them are poor college students, right?–so he flips on his heel. “Grab whatever the, uhh, person–lad–behind me wants…” Liam gulps, realizing as the words come out that not only is the person behind him a lad, it’s also a lad that he knows.

A lad that he knows well but had always purposefully pretended not to. Because any time Liam had even been within spitting distance of him, he’d always seemed to pull words out of his arse, getting embarrassing tongue spasms along the way.

Like now.

“UhhImeanlikeonlyifyouwantmate.” Liam vomits out the words as if it’s his last dying breath, face reddening as the other boy’s lips upturn.

“I’ll have the same,” he tells the barista with a nod. “Since, you know. Apparently they’re so good, you’ve had to get quite a few,” he continues, his wolfish grin falling to Liam.

“And your name?” The barista asks him, pen at the ready.

“Zayn,” he smiles, looking over at Liam momentarily as if introducing himself.

As if Liam doesn’t already know who he is. Or how he looks when he’s focusing on taking notes (doodling, really). And how goddamn difficult it makes it to concentrate on geometry when all he can see are the angles of Zayn’s cheekbones, his eyelashes obscenely fluttering over them. Or the way he sounded that one time when he’d whispered to Liam, asking if he’d had a pencil to borrow. And how Liam had practically thrown it at him, afraid to graze fingers for fear of the tingling sensation he knew would follow.

With a sigh, Liam shoves the money into the cashier’s hand, hoping that by avoiding Zayn’s eye his thoughts will eventually find their way back to the present. And that his complexion will eventually even out again. 

Shuffling over to the counter next to the cash register, his gaze quickly falls behind him to see if the other boy is following him.

He is.

“So, is this our first date, then?” The words come out casual, as if Zayn is simply asking about the weather, not making Liam’s heart jump in his chest.

“Err—” Liam stutters, reaching for the back of his neck.

“I mean,” Zayn continues on, unbothered by Liam’s reaction. “It’s pretty standard that taking someone out for coffee is a first date.” He shrugs. “And you did just pay for our drinks so.” He grabs for his drink as they call his name, taking a long sip from it before cringing a little.

“A bit too sweet for my liking, Liam.”

There’s a pause as Liam grabs his own drink, mind whirring about how he should even respond to that. He’s surprised enough that the boy is talking to him, let alone asking him if this is a–a date.

But before he’s allowed himself to overthink, he’s sticking his tongue out at Zayn. “I happen to like it.” It comes out teasingly defensive, the mischievous grin hiding just behind his lips.

And when Zayn chuckles, his whole face lighting up, Liam realizes that maybe he should have talked to Zayn earlier. Because, actually, this isn’t the hardest thing he’s done. And it’s definitely better than having to research any more about the farming cycle of beans, for God’s sake. 

“Okay, well then. Come sit down,” Zayn says lightly, gesturing with his open palm to an empty table as he saunters towards it. Unlike Liam, he doesn’t check to make sure the other boy is following behind. “We can have a discourse over the inception of the eggnog latte and the implications on tired uni students around the country.”

Liam giggles but stays close behind Zayn. As he pulls into the chair across from him, he smirks, “That doesn’t seem like ‘standard’ first date talk, Zayn.”

Zayn’s eyebrows shoot up, and he looks taken aback for just a moment before he points out with a grin, “It’s your fault we’re in this mess in the first place.”

And Liam’s not sure if he means this mess of a conversation or this mess of a date. But either way, he’s never been one that’s afraid of a little mess.

With the sticky notes being taken down just a few days before the electoral college is set to convene to formally elect Donald Trump the 45th president of the United States, the removal of the messages seemed to perhaps symbolize a turning point in the period of post-election anxiety and uncertainty that has gripped some parts of the nation. But the preservation of the notes also ensures the emotions expressed in them are not forgotten, said the project’s creator, Matthew Chavez.

“I’m happy their voice is safe, regardless of whether they wanted it to be or not,” Chavez said in a phone interview early Monday with The Washington Post.

Read more here: Post-election “Subway Therapy” sticky notes taken down — but not thrown out

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Here’s the test of a film that never made it to the screen. Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie.

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“I didn’t even know we were making a music video until about halfway through it,” says Jepsen of the DIY-looking video, which was directed by David Kalani Larkins and shot during Jepsen’s travels. “David always has a camera in his hand and he has a way about him that makes you forget that it’s there. It became a part of our daily adventure on the road to film as we went. Promo tour can be a blur and I can remember watching over his shoulder as he uploaded the footage, recounting memories of the trip that I had almost already forgotten. This project became a way for us to slow down time and preserve the moments from magical places like Paris, New York, and Japan.”

I haven’t slept in almost 24 hours
And this is been
One of the hardest days of my life
But I think the worst part
Was sitting in an empty living room
Crying because I’m still not ready
To let go
I think I’ll always be in love with you
Unfortunately sometimes
That just isn’t enough
—  to a recent ex on moving day
Vocabulaire français

tourner en rond (exp) - to go round and round in circles

soulagement (nm) - relief, respite, alleviation 

déception (nf) - disappointment, disillusion 

répugner (v) - to disgust, revolt, repulse 

épaissir (v) - to thicken, deepen, increase 

étroitesse (nf) - narrowness, meanness, pettiness

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West Union, Iowa
Population: 2,486

“A steam saw mill and stave factory was built near the north end of the railroad bridge in 1873, by Peter Nicklaus, a very ingenious and energetic man. This plant was merged into a canning factory, and is controlled by a stock company, since the death of Mr. Nicklaus and his son Charles. R. O. Woodward, of West Union, is manager of the plant, which does a very large amount of business in season. The principal product is canned corn, but other products. especially tomatoes, are worked up. These raw materials being quite a source of revenue to near by farmers and gardeners. The plant furnishes remunerative employment to several hundred employees, during active operations. Its products are in universal demand where best known.”