Don't mind me.
I've just watched a BBC 2006 version of Dracula. Why? Well, Victorian melodrama, swooning and sexual tension - Dracula has it all... Only, this one doesn't. This is a fekking terrible adaptation, terrible to the point that I would write a rant on the subject but that would involve me watching it again to give a scene by scene WTF neuronic rant and I'm not strong enough to sit through that again... On the other hand, it did contain my new most favourite phrase - 'parlor games for the disaffected'. (Oh come on, that's glorious. I now want to apply it scornfully to everything from self harm to grocery shopping to going to parties.)
On an entirely unrelated note, but somehow it connected in my brain, I'm finding it weird and fascinating what people take note of, link to or comment on. I'm especially amused and confused by the nice people on DA who write comments to my photoshoots as if all my dressing up is really properly truly other people. Also the game of 'what image gets the most hits?' closely followed by, 'why?'.
Yeah, well, it's late. I'm trying to amuse my brain with trivialities in the hope I won't pick up something sharp and shiny.
Lalala.
On an entirely unrelated note, but somehow it connected in my brain, I'm finding it weird and fascinating what people take note of, link to or comment on. I'm especially amused and confused by the nice people on DA who write comments to my photoshoots as if all my dressing up is really properly truly other people. Also the game of 'what image gets the most hits?' closely followed by, 'why?'.
Yeah, well, it's late. I'm trying to amuse my brain with trivialities in the hope I won't pick up something sharp and shiny.
Lalala.