Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Branching Out

When the three of us got together and decided to create tomorrow the world, we had a few set goals in mind: make good movies, propogate a few good ideas, and make our best effort at filling the web with sites devoted to ourselves.

Well those first two goals might be a ways off, but I'm happy to report that TtW is one step closer to web domination (wedomination) with the launching of our own myspace site. For those of you not savey with the interweb, let me break it down for you. Myspace is this new service that allows people who weren't hugged enough as kids, chosen last to play on the kick ball team, or have mommy and daddy issues to act out in a totally anonymus way. No longer do you have ACTUALLY become a cutter to get your parent's attention; now you can just play one on the internet. Since we also have our own problems with attention (or lack there of) it seemed like this myspace thing was made for us.

So there you have it. Big news, yes?

Oh, yeah Matches is nearing completition and The Paranormalists is still working out some bugs on sound.

7 comments:

Jon said...

Let the record state this was all done against my will. For I desire, above all else, complete internet anonymousness and these two clowns are doing everything in their power to destroy what's left of it.

The Tomorrow The World Staff said...

You know what else destroys internet anonymousness? Mentioning ones full name Jon Peele. Or do you perfer Jonathan Peele, Jon Peele.

Let me know.

Jon Peele

Jon said...

No, I don't "perfer" Jonathan. Whatever the hell "perfer" means. That's right, in addition to being rabidly anti-internet I'm also a member of the grammar police. Pass that along to your lackey, Forester.

The Tomorrow The World Staff said...

Lacky! Oh I will bring a fire down upon you like you've never seen. It's going to rain!

Jon said...

You spelled lackey wrong.....lackey.

Scott Barsotti said...

Jon I think that actually makes you the spelling police, not the grammar police. Though can you imagine the hijinks if a tough-as-nails grammar cop got put on a beat with a do-gooder, nearing retirement spelling cop? I smell a sitcom.

Jon said...

Touche Scott...touche. Now get started on that cop pilot because I smell an Emmy.