Five and One: The Here's Some Things Edition
1. Chris Dane Owens. gembat gave me this link. And wow. Anyone that can combine this kind of earworm with this kind of hilarious, incredibly over the top and melodramatic fantasy visuals with such self-confidence amazes me. Gold star. A++++++ I cannot stop watching. I hate that I find him vaguely hot. I dig the elvish look, but, wow, the elvish look with the bravado and machismo and green guitars and ridiculously and expensively bad special effects create a perfect storm of cheese. I cannot follow the story in this whatsoever, but knowing there will be a sequel just warms my heart.
2. The Room As a fairly serious MSTie, I can't believe I hadn't heard of this until I saw a youtube clip attached to RiffTrax. It's. Incredible. Like Manos bad. I need to see this whole movie, but I think if I buy it, I will never leave my house again.
Click to view3. Army of Lovers - So 80s. So gay. So funny. So off the wall. So earwormy. So. So. So. Gay. Minor, non-makeup-ed clown outfit, fyi.
4. I totally googled "how to stop wasting your life" and after one result, realized that it wasn't worth it. I know the answer anyways. I just don't like the answer as it involves standing up and taking care of business. I think that the bridge to getting out of this pattern - this constant pattern of creepy, trippy, 48 hour blackouts that are my answer to my 5 day work blackouts is not rushing around trying to fix everything at once. I just can't. But 5 minutes of concerted effort, consistently, and I can get my house back in order both literally and metaphorically. I'm taking things as signs and turning toward the light.
5. I am out of the DW loop. However, if anyone has a spare code they want to send my way, I'm certainly open to it. I have so many journals, you guys, you have no idea. Secret identities on top of secret identities.
And one. Just because I didn't get a chance to post any 4x20 reactions: One, A is that I really adore Misha Collins. One, B, is that I am completely flabbergasted by where we are in the Supernatural story. I'm happy, I'm petrified, everyone is on tenterhooks and hanging on by fingernails, there's opposition in every quarter, sorrow and soreness and risk and threat and shame and the tiniest shreds of hope that cut at the gaping, screaming darkness like the shrapnel of an exploded sun. It is, to me, so amazing that I feel like I've got a stake in this fictional apocalypse and that every step matters and that I cannot turn away. Even if I had Chuck emailing me, you couldn't have foretold that we'd be here on this precipice, with so much more to lose than ever before. There's this quote that goes: "It takes faith to believe, and it takes courage not to, and who is to say which is the deeper and more truthful." I think that's a part of this as well.