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Permalink I seem to have a thing for Vincent Ventresca. Which is really weird, cause like, he has no eyebrows, and the first thing I ever saw him in, I couldn’t stand him. Looking back on it, the fact that he was so good at being an arrogant, pompous English professor, really says a lot for his talent. At the time, tho, it was more a matter of me staring at him and going, “Why are you on my television set?”
He excels at the everyman smart-guy thing, tho. You know, the kind of guy you always see reading comics or downloading porn. And then one day you realize he’s got quantum equations scribbled in the margins of all his old Spidermans, or that he’s got a second window open, and is writing a new security program for the Pentagon between downloads. The kind of guy who eats chili bacon cheeseburgers and listens to the Clash while he discovers the formula that’s gonna save the world.
He’s annoying in comedies, but he’s endearing and funny in sci fi dramas. Welcome to the sense-making.
…..and precisely when did the Sci-Fi Channel gain possession of my soul, anyway?
Permalink I feel so goddamn sick, I can’t even tell you.
I wanna go shopping. And see Melly. And…I really want to not vomit.
Ugh…I think I need protein….
sounds like the queer as folk theme (british)
Permalink O.O Amazon.com has Evil Dead and Evil Dead 2 – Dead by Dawn for ten bucks apiece. I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!!! *cries*
sounds like the ramones, “i wanna be sedated”
Permalink The Talented Mr. Ripley seems to make less sense the more of it I see. Like…Tom was sweet and personable, but he was throwaway? While Freddy, who was incredibly annoying and valueless, was someone to be kept around. That makes no sense to me. Maybe its just my love of misguided villians coming through. Or maybe Dickie was just an idiot. Yeah. Let’s go with that.
The ending didn’t happen, tho. Tom and Peter lived happily ever after in musical, murderous love, and that’s all there is to it. Oh, and Marge and Meredith became friends and went on cruises together for the rest of their little blonde lives. There. Isn’t that much better?
sounds like the beta band, “dry the rain”
Permalink Ok. I get the point. The gods fucking hate me. Can we move on now? Can we stop demonstrating the point? CAN WE CEASE THE FUCKING REITERATION?!?!
And why can’t my brother have a cool girlfriend? There’s always something hideously wrong with them. They’re psychotic anorexic freaks, or they’re intense art chicks who drive barefoot in the winter, or they’re possessive and have voices that can shatter glass, or they’re fucking FISH!!!
Actually, stratch that, I liked the art chick.
sounds like the curve, “chinese burn”
Permalink Ne, Scribble.nu is all acting like my journal don’t exist. >.< Doss cunts.
Melly designed my blog for me. Isn’t she fantabalicious? ^^
Signed up for space at Keenspace.com. They host online comics. They best damn accept us. Barstids. I wanna…I wanna…I wanna copy of Billy Idol’s Greatest Hits. Da fook, yo? o.O;;
I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiired. And my head hoits. So I is gonna go die for a bit. I love my Melly-sama. Yo, Lucy! Shake yo’ Groove Thang! Bow chicka bow-wow!
Permalink You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the Dancing Queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the Dancing Queen
You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the Dancing Queen
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