I'm being appalling.
I ought to be sleeping, but a sudden burst of energy from Ikeru has kept us up a bit later than intended. I decided to check my friends page, and re-read this. Fantastic. What America really needs is another Sybill movie. What impressionable young multiples need is another reason to believe they should feel helpless, confused, and victimized all the time--because heaven knows adolescents don't have enough self-image problems as it is.
Someone in the thread suggested we make a drinking game to go along with the new movie. If I had cable, I would gather a small group of friends to watch the premiere of this, booze on hand. We could take a shot for each time she loses time, or recovers a horrifying memory concerning flashlights and/or eating utensils, or when one of the Peggys becomes angry and Talks Like Her Mother. Two shots for referencing igloos, or anyone in the system actually talking to each other. Each appearance by the males of the Sybill Collective will be worthy of two shots, three if they're building a bookcase or being asked by Dr. Wilbur where their penises are. A shot for each Amazing New Breakthrough Dr. Wilbur has, two if the resident French ISH helps. A shot for each time Tammy/Sybill falls to pieces in public. We'll be suffering from alchohol poisoning by the end.
I'm quite sick of sensationalized history and the public's disturbingly large appetite for the pornography of the victim.
(Aside from this, life has been kind to me, and I'm sorry for not posting much lately.)
Someone in the thread suggested we make a drinking game to go along with the new movie. If I had cable, I would gather a small group of friends to watch the premiere of this, booze on hand. We could take a shot for each time she loses time, or recovers a horrifying memory concerning flashlights and/or eating utensils, or when one of the Peggys becomes angry and Talks Like Her Mother. Two shots for referencing igloos, or anyone in the system actually talking to each other. Each appearance by the males of the Sybill Collective will be worthy of two shots, three if they're building a bookcase or being asked by Dr. Wilbur where their penises are. A shot for each Amazing New Breakthrough Dr. Wilbur has, two if the resident French ISH helps. A shot for each time Tammy/Sybill falls to pieces in public. We'll be suffering from alchohol poisoning by the end.
I'm quite sick of sensationalized history and the public's disturbingly large appetite for the pornography of the victim.
(Aside from this, life has been kind to me, and I'm sorry for not posting much lately.)