In the circumstances, a snappy header is too much to expect
I am in that distressing state where I am awfully bored and want to talk to someone or do something but have nothing to talk about and am too tired to move. Clearly there's no point talking about films, so scratch that off the agenda ... a meme it is, then.
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
Please don't actually yell, I am running out of antidepressants and that would be sure to set me off.
athousanderrors gave me ...
Dan: this would be Dan Rydell, although to be sure there is many another Dan in the world. Dan, Dan, the lavatory man, to name but one. Be that as may: Dan Rydell is at present, and has been for some years now, my favourite imaginary person. He's smart, gifted, good-looking, funny and clever and, on the face of things, has it all - except that all those things barely paper over emotional cracks that leave the whole facade in constant and imminent danger of collapse. Well, but this is TV-land, where attractive, damaged men are a dime a dozen, so what makes Dan so special? To me, it's his unfailing kindness. In spite of, or maybe because of his own vulnerability he is constantly supportive of everyone around him: Casey, Natalie, Jeremy, Dana, Isaac, Sam Donovan for heaven's sake - even, when she needs it, Sally. He's the heart and the soul of Sports Night, both the real show and the show-within-a-show, and without him that world would have been so very much less magical.
Writing: I can only, as I have so many times before, quote Mr Earbrass: He must be mad to go on enduring the unexquisite agony of writing when it all turns out drivel. Mad. Why didn't he become a spy? How does one become one? He will burn the MS. Why is there no fire? Why aren't there the makings of one? How did he get in the unused room on the third floor? It's a compulsion; I'm not very good at it, am frustrated when I'm doing it, and inevitably disappointed with the end result, but can't quit. And when I do hit a patch of writer's block and can't write - in any sense of the term - that's more frustrating yet.
Cats: The only love money can buy. Well, apart from dogs, I suppose. And hookers.
Dollhouse: Joss Whedon's largely unloved red-headed stepchild of a series: a dark, twisty, complex, ambiguous examination of reality and identity and skewed, deeply dubious morality. The very first line in the show is Nothing is as it appears to be (and, indeed, when is it ever?), to which the protagonist retorts that it all seems pretty clear to her. One of them is wrong. At the end of season one, we're pretty sure we know which one, but ... nothing is as it appears to be ...
Humour: As in sense of? I don't really have one. I keep hanging around people who do in the hope that something will rub off - something that's not gross and sticky - but, so far, no luck.
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
Please don't actually yell, I am running out of antidepressants and that would be sure to set me off.
athousanderrors gave me ...
Dan: this would be Dan Rydell, although to be sure there is many another Dan in the world. Dan, Dan, the lavatory man, to name but one. Be that as may: Dan Rydell is at present, and has been for some years now, my favourite imaginary person. He's smart, gifted, good-looking, funny and clever and, on the face of things, has it all - except that all those things barely paper over emotional cracks that leave the whole facade in constant and imminent danger of collapse. Well, but this is TV-land, where attractive, damaged men are a dime a dozen, so what makes Dan so special? To me, it's his unfailing kindness. In spite of, or maybe because of his own vulnerability he is constantly supportive of everyone around him: Casey, Natalie, Jeremy, Dana, Isaac, Sam Donovan for heaven's sake - even, when she needs it, Sally. He's the heart and the soul of Sports Night, both the real show and the show-within-a-show, and without him that world would have been so very much less magical.
Writing: I can only, as I have so many times before, quote Mr Earbrass: He must be mad to go on enduring the unexquisite agony of writing when it all turns out drivel. Mad. Why didn't he become a spy? How does one become one? He will burn the MS. Why is there no fire? Why aren't there the makings of one? How did he get in the unused room on the third floor? It's a compulsion; I'm not very good at it, am frustrated when I'm doing it, and inevitably disappointed with the end result, but can't quit. And when I do hit a patch of writer's block and can't write - in any sense of the term - that's more frustrating yet.
Cats: The only love money can buy. Well, apart from dogs, I suppose. And hookers.
Dollhouse: Joss Whedon's largely unloved red-headed stepchild of a series: a dark, twisty, complex, ambiguous examination of reality and identity and skewed, deeply dubious morality. The very first line in the show is Nothing is as it appears to be (and, indeed, when is it ever?), to which the protagonist retorts that it all seems pretty clear to her. One of them is wrong. At the end of season one, we're pretty sure we know which one, but ... nothing is as it appears to be ...
Humour: As in sense of? I don't really have one. I keep hanging around people who do in the hope that something will rub off - something that's not gross and sticky - but, so far, no luck.