meme update
I promise you all, I am actually a right proper lover of real proper art- I've been to the Louvre, guys, I know my shit :P I'd even go so far as to claim I've experienced real live http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stendhal_syndrome, which has a page on wikipedia and therefore totally exists. I can't quite forgive myself for losing the piece of paper on which I'd written the name, artist, date, and location of the a4-sized painting of a woman with her hair shorn off and her arms crossing her naked chest which prompted me to stand, transfixed, for at least 2 hours before my mum tracked me down and took to me to the park outside to get ice cream (I was 16). Since then it seems the only artwork I have much of an interest in, outside amateur stuff (which is by no means amateurish in style) on Craftster or Deviantart or any number of other fanart sites, is official Disney stuff like This 1930's-inspired wonderment-
http://www.disneyfineart.com/artists.php?aID=542Kkungl&p=1&iID=542G0019C-REG
and this just plain too-pretty-for-words type stuff-
http://www.disneyfineart.com/artists.php?aID=540alvin&p=1
If you fancy giving your eyes a bleach this afternoon, there's also This-
http://davidkawena.deviantart.com/gallery/#Disney-Heroes
:P yeah....don't say I didn't warn y'all.
18.- as for what was tickling my fancy yesterday- that would have to be my housemate's realisation that two of the actors in Lark Rise To Candleford had a seedy romantic tryst in the series Spaced, which to my shame I've never watched very much of. Cue a quick dash over to megavideo and much hilarity :D I also continue to be tickled by Ellie's addiction to America's Next Top Model...one of us, one of us, one of us!!!
19.- I don't have much talent in anything, really :( it's sad, I know, but all my dreams have invariably come to naught as I've realised awfully quickly that there are many, many people who can sing/act/sew/write/everything much, much better than me. Still, I'm a damn good librarian. I can eat vast quantities of sweets before I get sick. I can watch whole DVD boxsets without getting even a little bit bored. And I can crochet a Sackboy in about 3 to 4 hours. I'm alright at SingStar, although I've stopped playing Guitar Hero almost entirely. I can take almost any single situation and tell you, in a rather depressing tone, exactly how it would be better if we had a time machine and corsets/tight trousers/swords/horses/dinosaurs. I can sing Country Roads and What's This? from The Nightmare Before Christmas in Japanese. I can play Wicked Game by Chris Issacs on the ukulele, and All I Ask Of You from Phantom Of The Opera on harmonica. I can list every artist on the Tank Girl movie soundtrack and sing every song from Beauty and the Beast (and probably Pocahontas, Labyrinth and Muppet Treasure Island). I know The Rocky Horror Show off by heart so well I could probably still type the script, and I know all the callback lines. I can still remember the Fosse routine to All That Jazz from Chicago, which I learnt during my week at E15 drama school 4 years ago. I can mimic the sound of a clown car (ask me sometime), and I'm really good at accents (not European ones). I can make pocky make the correct 'pock!' sound. I've been told I'm outstanding at all manner of explicitly kinky things. I can win Choose Your Own Adventure books without cheating. I once won a 'Your Momma' insult-off (seriously. drama class, 2007. my opponent was laughing too hard.) I can cry on demand, within two seconds. I have a little bit of a photographic memory. I can do that thing with lipstick like the ginger girl in The Breakfast Club. I can ride the Aerosmith RocknRollercoaster at Disneyland Paris with my eyes open.