Spring cleaning
Thoughts while backing my crap up to external HDs:
-HOW many Doctor Who serials do I need on hand on the HD again? Wait, no, that's got Delgado; that's fucking staying.
-That's a lot of anal porn. And a lot of gay porn. Which I hardly ever watch anyway because gay porn is shit and only ever good for slash gifs. Shit. I've had this on here all this time? (That clip of Bobbi Starr fisting two girls' bums simultaneously is staying, though.)
-Why have I got nearly all of John Simm's miserable and depressing filmography on here when I could keep it on external HDs as well? I don't see myself developing a desperate urge to get a hit of something miserable ASAP. I fucking love him, but Jesus. I don't have a burning desire to visit that council estate bleakness right now.
-I still have about half a dozen Claude Rains films that I've been meaning to watch over a year now and I've never got round to it because Claude Rains. No good will come out of this and I'll just cry, I know it. I dread the Rains. He requires strength which I don't have, especially as Connie's sapped 99,9% of my adoration batteries. Fucking Rains, though. I know I'll need to get round to these at some point.
-Jesus, I still have that copy of Captain Blood as well and haven't seen it in like seven years at least. AND I FUCKING KNOW WHAT'S IN IT, and also know I won't be able to deal with the level of slash. Not without alcohol and some fellow fangirl holding me while I yell at the screen.
-How many copies of Caligari do I own again? (Despite the new HD restoration being superb, that, too, exists with two different soundtracks, one of which is better than the other. And there's an earlier DVD release with really good English intertitles, painted in the same style as the original ones, which should be good for conversion purposes.)
-I seem to have torrented every torrent of A Woman's Face out there, and thus have about half a dozen copies of it. Including my own VOBrip and an iTunes rip and the original iTunes version. Is there such a thing as too much Torsten Barring, though?
-I have approximately 500 GBs' worth of uncompressed Connie clips just for giffage. Jesus.
-Sixty ebooks on medieval Persian poetry and the Golden Age of Islam is not enough, though.
-There's a depressing amount of movies that were really formative for me in the 80s and 90s but which I've never got round to rewatching. A part of that is because I'd either find them less amazing or then they'd be too heavy and triggery for me now. I'm basically terrified at the idea of having had this list of my favourite movies of all time in my head and then having to be disappointed in one of them and having to strike it off the list. I'd much rather just not watch some of them and cherish the happy memories I have of them. Yet I still hoard them, just in case.
-I really do miss that old British torrent site that had everything and I haven't found anything like it again. :( *clutches obscure British shows to chest*
-I do really mean it about being blah about watching anything non-Connie these days because nobody can compare. I've never had anything like this with any other actor and it terrifies me. Like, I can yell about Simmtears or Rains skillz or Rathbone's swordfighting or Bogie's sheer Bogieness forever, but... *sigh* They're still not the same thing. I can look at amazingly talented and attractive and charismatic actors, and then just see a single gif from the crappiest Connie movie where he flicks his eyes open just *once* and I fall. And I kind of feel bad about that because there's so much stuff that I have yet to watch that I will really enjoy and which will enrich my life. But it's just... so, so far away from what I experience with Connie because he hits so many of my buttons emotionally, spiritually, sexually, Romantically and AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I am glad to have found my OTP but it does terrify me sometimes.
-HOW many Doctor Who serials do I need on hand on the HD again? Wait, no, that's got Delgado; that's fucking staying.
-That's a lot of anal porn. And a lot of gay porn. Which I hardly ever watch anyway because gay porn is shit and only ever good for slash gifs. Shit. I've had this on here all this time? (That clip of Bobbi Starr fisting two girls' bums simultaneously is staying, though.)
-Why have I got nearly all of John Simm's miserable and depressing filmography on here when I could keep it on external HDs as well? I don't see myself developing a desperate urge to get a hit of something miserable ASAP. I fucking love him, but Jesus. I don't have a burning desire to visit that council estate bleakness right now.
-I still have about half a dozen Claude Rains films that I've been meaning to watch over a year now and I've never got round to it because Claude Rains. No good will come out of this and I'll just cry, I know it. I dread the Rains. He requires strength which I don't have, especially as Connie's sapped 99,9% of my adoration batteries. Fucking Rains, though. I know I'll need to get round to these at some point.
-Jesus, I still have that copy of Captain Blood as well and haven't seen it in like seven years at least. AND I FUCKING KNOW WHAT'S IN IT, and also know I won't be able to deal with the level of slash. Not without alcohol and some fellow fangirl holding me while I yell at the screen.
-How many copies of Caligari do I own again? (Despite the new HD restoration being superb, that, too, exists with two different soundtracks, one of which is better than the other. And there's an earlier DVD release with really good English intertitles, painted in the same style as the original ones, which should be good for conversion purposes.)
-I seem to have torrented every torrent of A Woman's Face out there, and thus have about half a dozen copies of it. Including my own VOBrip and an iTunes rip and the original iTunes version. Is there such a thing as too much Torsten Barring, though?
-I have approximately 500 GBs' worth of uncompressed Connie clips just for giffage. Jesus.
-Sixty ebooks on medieval Persian poetry and the Golden Age of Islam is not enough, though.
-There's a depressing amount of movies that were really formative for me in the 80s and 90s but which I've never got round to rewatching. A part of that is because I'd either find them less amazing or then they'd be too heavy and triggery for me now. I'm basically terrified at the idea of having had this list of my favourite movies of all time in my head and then having to be disappointed in one of them and having to strike it off the list. I'd much rather just not watch some of them and cherish the happy memories I have of them. Yet I still hoard them, just in case.
-I really do miss that old British torrent site that had everything and I haven't found anything like it again. :( *clutches obscure British shows to chest*
-I do really mean it about being blah about watching anything non-Connie these days because nobody can compare. I've never had anything like this with any other actor and it terrifies me. Like, I can yell about Simmtears or Rains skillz or Rathbone's swordfighting or Bogie's sheer Bogieness forever, but... *sigh* They're still not the same thing. I can look at amazingly talented and attractive and charismatic actors, and then just see a single gif from the crappiest Connie movie where he flicks his eyes open just *once* and I fall. And I kind of feel bad about that because there's so much stuff that I have yet to watch that I will really enjoy and which will enrich my life. But it's just... so, so far away from what I experience with Connie because he hits so many of my buttons emotionally, spiritually, sexually, Romantically and AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I am glad to have found my OTP but it does terrify me sometimes.