Mindless Me! by Gilderoy Sparkhart.
I don't know why I always come here to ramble after I go for a couple days without sleep. One of life's great mysteries.
Anyway. Icon. Erestor. He's my bitch. He's barely in the books and I can never seem to spot him in the movie, but somehow I've become completely engrossed with his character. He's like...Pompadour. (You KNOW you need to get your ass to sleep when you find yourself having epiphanies concerning the parallels between Babar and Imladris. Shit like this has become my insomniascience. I've got the whole "inner circle" worked out for this. Last time I did this, I was sorting Care Bears into Hogwarts houses. But then I get stolen away to grab Jack in the Crack at four in the morning, so it all turns out okay in the end.)
Moving on: the Buffy premier. Funny, yes, I laughed. Xander's got the hook-up. Dawn still screams like a stuck pig. And what the FUCK did they do to Spike's hair?! What, he gets a soul and turns into Justin Timberlake? (Oh yeah, and Justin's performance at that last Mtv awards show -- he was trying so hard for Michael, but sadly, he ended up Janet.) Not liking the hair. And those "cuts" on his chest? Please. There is no way those had me believing he used some sharp and possibly metallic object. They were shallow. Very shallow. I've scratched Pearl deeper than that. Unless that soul of his can be removed by exfoliation alone, he's really Not Trying Hard Enough.
Next topic: the Olde went away this weekend, down to San Diego. Took a train. The train hit a car. Glad I didn't go. Would've been bored. Fuck all happened, really -- woman's alive (got out in time and everything); car's dead. Train was aflame for a bit, but other than that...
One month left ere I'm free of this urban hole. It'll be nice to see, y'know, trees again. The kind that aren't strategically placed by land developers. Yeah. Diggin' the trees.
But boo, suck, I want to take people with me. Damnation.
Ehn.
Going to go and see if that whole "sleep" thing'll work now...
Anyway. Icon. Erestor. He's my bitch. He's barely in the books and I can never seem to spot him in the movie, but somehow I've become completely engrossed with his character. He's like...Pompadour. (You KNOW you need to get your ass to sleep when you find yourself having epiphanies concerning the parallels between Babar and Imladris. Shit like this has become my insomniascience. I've got the whole "inner circle" worked out for this. Last time I did this, I was sorting Care Bears into Hogwarts houses. But then I get stolen away to grab Jack in the Crack at four in the morning, so it all turns out okay in the end.)
Moving on: the Buffy premier. Funny, yes, I laughed. Xander's got the hook-up. Dawn still screams like a stuck pig. And what the FUCK did they do to Spike's hair?! What, he gets a soul and turns into Justin Timberlake? (Oh yeah, and Justin's performance at that last Mtv awards show -- he was trying so hard for Michael, but sadly, he ended up Janet.) Not liking the hair. And those "cuts" on his chest? Please. There is no way those had me believing he used some sharp and possibly metallic object. They were shallow. Very shallow. I've scratched Pearl deeper than that. Unless that soul of his can be removed by exfoliation alone, he's really Not Trying Hard Enough.
Next topic: the Olde went away this weekend, down to San Diego. Took a train. The train hit a car. Glad I didn't go. Would've been bored. Fuck all happened, really -- woman's alive (got out in time and everything); car's dead. Train was aflame for a bit, but other than that...
One month left ere I'm free of this urban hole. It'll be nice to see, y'know, trees again. The kind that aren't strategically placed by land developers. Yeah. Diggin' the trees.
But boo, suck, I want to take people with me. Damnation.
Ehn.
Going to go and see if that whole "sleep" thing'll work now...