Red Mosquito

harmless wrote:It's pretty funny that that's the song they picked. Do you think Gray's Anatomy has wanted the song for ages, so they hammed up the production for that reason?

harmless wrote:It's pretty funny that that's the song they picked. Do you think Gray's Anatomy has wanted the song for ages, so they hammed up the production for that reason?

Mine wrote:

harmless wrote:It's pretty funny that that's the song they picked. Do you think Gray's Anatomy has wanted the song for ages, so they hammed up the production for that reason?

Why do you think they made a romantic/medical hybrid drama about a hospital in Seattle? How the hell could Ed resist that?

Mike wrote:

I liked this.

theplatypus wrote:

The camera pans in on Strat, in a crowded yoga studio, as he settles into a graceful Upward Facing Dog. His lips move slightly-- he seems to be mouthing lyrics. Suddenly, in his eyes, surprised recognition. An epiphany creeps up on him. He is calm.

Voiceover wrote:Because sometimes, in music as in life, what you get is not exactly what you thought you wanted. And what you thought you wanted wasn't what you actually needed.

McParadigm sits in a drunken stupor, hunched over a desk, surrounded by abject squalor. An empty glass in one hand and a bottle of Glenlivet in the other. He starts to pour himself a drink, but stops in his tracks. He pauses for a few beats and pushes the bottle away. He buries his face in his hands.

Voiceover wrote:Sometimes you have to look beyond your expectations, and let yourself be caught up and whisked away by the life's capricious whim.

Pan in on Harmless, frantically clicking on his computer, typing up responses at breakneck speed. The forum stalls as its members retreat for the evening. Harmless grows impatient and repeatedly reloads the main page, muttering to himself. Suddenly, a new thread reply. Harmless goes to type up a response, but stops himself. He looks down at his hands, unable to recognize this thign he has become. He shuts his computer off. He hugs his wife.

Voiceover wrote:Because sometimes we get so caught up in the notion of finding the perfect song for ourselves, that we forget to be the best selves we can be for others. And maybe that's all that life is. Being there for each other, for however long we have.

verb_to_trust runs alone through a deserted trail, his brow soaked with sweat, his eyes filled with purpose. Each step strengthens his resolve.

My dear...

v_t_t's eyes go blank. His pace lowers.

... the end...

He falters.

... is near...

He falls down.

... I'm here...

He is having another stroke.

... but not much longer.

Overhead shot of v_t_t's lifeless body.

Cut to black.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER BRIAN STIPELMAN

harmless wrote:It's pretty funny that that's the song they picked. Do you think Gray's Anatomy has wanted the song for ages, so they hammed up the production for that reason?

theplatypus wrote:Guys, GUYS

theplatypus wrote:

The camera pans in on Strat, in a crowded yoga studio, as he settles into a graceful Upward Facing Dog. His lips move slightly-- he seems to be mouthing lyrics. Suddenly, in his eyes, surprised recognition. An epiphany creeps up on him. He is calm.

Voiceover wrote:Because sometimes, in music as in life, what you get is not exactly what you thought you wanted. And what you thought you wanted wasn't what you actually needed.

McParadigm sits in a drunken stupor, hunched over a desk, surrounded by abject squalor. An empty glass in one hand and a bottle of Glenlivet in the other. He starts to pour himself a drink, but stops in his tracks. He pauses for a few beats and pushes the bottle away. He buries his face in his hands.

Voiceover wrote:Sometimes you have to look beyond your expectations, and let yourself be caught up and whisked away by the life's capricious whim.

Pan in on Harmless, frantically clicking on his computer, typing up responses at breakneck speed. The forum stalls as its members retreat for the evening. Harmless grows impatient and repeatedly reloads the main page, muttering to himself. Suddenly, a new thread reply. Harmless goes to type up a response, but stops himself. He looks down at his hands, unable to recognize this thign he has become. He shuts his computer off. He hugs his wife.

Voiceover wrote:Because sometimes we get so caught up in the notion of finding the perfect song for ourselves, that we forget to be the best selves we can be for others. And maybe that's all that life is. Being there for each other, for however long we have.

verb_to_trust runs alone through a deserted trail, his brow soaked with sweat, his eyes filled with purpose. Each step strengthens his resolve.

My dear...

v_t_t's eyes go blank. His pace lowers.

... the end...

He falters.

... is near...

He falls down.

... I'm here...

He is having another stroke.

... but not much longer.

Overhead shot of v_t_t's lifeless body.

Cut to black.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER BRIAN STIPELMAN

theplatypus wrote:Guys, GUYS

theplatypus wrote:

The camera pans in on Strat, in a crowded yoga studio, as he settles into a graceful Upward Facing Dog. His lips move slightly-- he seems to be mouthing lyrics. Suddenly, in his eyes, surprised recognition. An epiphany creeps up on him. He is calm.

Voiceover wrote:Because sometimes, in music as in life, what you get is not exactly what you thought you wanted. And what you thought you wanted wasn't what you actually needed.

McParadigm sits in a drunken stupor, hunched over a desk, surrounded by abject squalor. An empty glass in one hand and a bottle of Glenlivet in the other. He starts to pour himself a drink, but stops in his tracks. He pauses for a few beats and pushes the bottle away. He buries his face in his hands.

Voiceover wrote:Sometimes you have to look beyond your expectations, and let yourself be caught up and whisked away by the life's capricious whim.

Pan in on Harmless, frantically clicking on his computer, typing up responses at breakneck speed. The forum stalls as its members retreat for the evening. Harmless grows impatient and repeatedly reloads the main page, muttering to himself. Suddenly, a new thread reply. Harmless goes to type up a response, but stops himself. He looks down at his hands, unable to recognize this thign he has become. He shuts his computer off. He hugs his wife.

Voiceover wrote:Because sometimes we get so caught up in the notion of finding the perfect song for ourselves, that we forget to be the best selves we can be for others. And maybe that's all that life is. Being there for each other, for however long we have.

verb_to_trust runs alone through a deserted trail, his brow soaked with sweat, his eyes filled with purpose. Each step strengthens his resolve.

My dear...

v_t_t's eyes go blank. His pace lowers.

... the end...

He falters.

... is near...

He falls down.

... I'm here...

He is having another stroke.

... but not much longer.

Overhead shot of v_t_t's lifeless body.

Cut to black.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER BRIAN STIPELMAN

KurtLeon wrote:I'm starting to appreciate this song for what it is... I guess...

Lounge Lizard wrote:I'm treating this song like it doesn't exist

EJ wrote:

Lounge Lizard wrote:I'm treating this song like it doesn't exist

Well, you better take one week off from Grey's Anatomy then. Stip will have to fill you in on what happened.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

KurtLeon wrote:I'm starting to appreciate this song for what it is... I guess...

And what is it? Because I'm still trying to figure it out myself.

KurtLeon wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

KurtLeon wrote:I'm starting to appreciate this song for what it is... I guess...

And what is it? Because I'm still trying to figure it out myself.

An ok background song while you're shopping for cold medicine at a Walgreen's.