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Well, friends! Romans! Countrymen!
I had, until just a few moments ago, forgotten totally about the ethereal world of live journal. I mean, how was I too vent my angsty, impotent 'feeling so low, man' s without it?
Oh. I remeber. I don't have any. Well, to speak of.
Bizarre, innit? Harder to rant when you've got nothing to complain about. Well, excepting that bloody plant project.
Why? Why plant projects? What do you learn from them? Nothing! De Nada! Zilch! As demonstrative exercises they're kinda akin to getting a gun and shooting a soldier in the head eight times saying 'I hope you've learned your lesson now.'
Well. Maybe if you filled the gun with snail pellets.
Finally rented out the unabridged Hamlet, the 'everyone's favorite Kenneth' version. And, though it really is a marathon, I'm damned impressed. I recommend it to everyone with a long attention span and sharp hearing. Sublime, bar the bloody stupid cameos by Heston and Crystal. Damned Americans.
Also pulled out Baz's Romeo and Juliet. Ah, remembering why I *LOVED* that one so much. And I've got Hannah to thank for it 'I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and you.' Such great, great performances... conception... realisation. Ugh. Shakespeare, whether or not the greatest writer of all time, certainly the greatest bisexual adulterer of questionable existence.
Also pulled out Kill Bill. Finally seen. One day, I swear it, I WILL be film literate. Until that day, I'll just keep hounding my video store for a copy of 'Dr. Strangelove' I haven't seen it. No. Pity, pity me.
All this is incidental. But, of course, I'm not going to mention what's essential. No. Because it's kinda like a soap bubble for me at present, something so special, beautiful, incredible, that I'm certain that if I make one false move that it'll pop. I really don't want it to pop. Time for another tea. I like tea.
I had, until just a few moments ago, forgotten totally about the ethereal world of live journal. I mean, how was I too vent my angsty, impotent 'feeling so low, man' s without it?
Oh. I remeber. I don't have any. Well, to speak of.
Bizarre, innit? Harder to rant when you've got nothing to complain about. Well, excepting that bloody plant project.
Why? Why plant projects? What do you learn from them? Nothing! De Nada! Zilch! As demonstrative exercises they're kinda akin to getting a gun and shooting a soldier in the head eight times saying 'I hope you've learned your lesson now.'
Well. Maybe if you filled the gun with snail pellets.
Finally rented out the unabridged Hamlet, the 'everyone's favorite Kenneth' version. And, though it really is a marathon, I'm damned impressed. I recommend it to everyone with a long attention span and sharp hearing. Sublime, bar the bloody stupid cameos by Heston and Crystal. Damned Americans.
Also pulled out Baz's Romeo and Juliet. Ah, remembering why I *LOVED* that one so much. And I've got Hannah to thank for it 'I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and you.' Such great, great performances... conception... realisation. Ugh. Shakespeare, whether or not the greatest writer of all time, certainly the greatest bisexual adulterer of questionable existence.
Also pulled out Kill Bill. Finally seen. One day, I swear it, I WILL be film literate. Until that day, I'll just keep hounding my video store for a copy of 'Dr. Strangelove' I haven't seen it. No. Pity, pity me.
All this is incidental. But, of course, I'm not going to mention what's essential. No. Because it's kinda like a soap bubble for me at present, something so special, beautiful, incredible, that I'm certain that if I make one false move that it'll pop. I really don't want it to pop. Time for another tea. I like tea.