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Brian. Portland, OR.
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Bloc Party - I Still Remember.
A sad song about a missed opportunity. Unrequited love (or perhaps just lust?). I <3 this track.
Carol Channing. I remember seeing Carol Channing on The Love Boat when I was a kid. The rest of my thoughts are clouded by gin at the moment… (he drifted off tipsily).
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Joni Mitchell, All I Want from her 1971 album BLUE.
In the second verse of this song there is a line:
When I think of your kisses / my mind see-saws
It’s a good line as it is, but I always hear it as this:
When I think of your kisses / my mind sees songs
And I like my mondegreen more than Joni’s original lyric. It seems more giddy and drunk with inspiration fueled by infatuation that suits the lyric.
Why He’s Hot:
- Let’s get this out of the way: His name is The Doctor. He is the last Timelord from Gallifrey here to save us all and look damn good while he’s doing it. Get it straight or GTFO. He’s gotta save the day with a little razzle dazzle so there’s the classic brown or the quirky blue suit if the situation calls for it, and the situation always involves being sexy.
- Multitalented? Hurr durr, of course he’s got that. Just listen to him sing. Is that The Clash? Holy fuck this guy is serenading the shit out of you. Choreographed dance and song to The Smiths? You know you wanna sit the fuck down and watch the rest of these Blackpool clips. Oh yeah and this is CASANOVA bitches, the pimpinest pimp of all effing time. Did I mention he played Hamlet on stage? And, for your swooning pleasure: BOUNUS GIFT he’s got a sense of humor. DAT ACCENT.
- Scottish? Did you not just hear that spicy accent? That’s not the only one he can pull either; there’s the Brit and the Yank. This exceptional specimen of a man was born in Bathgate Scotland. Rawr.
- Style? Check and fucking mate people. Exhibit A. Hold the fucking phone, is that a crushed velvet suit? Did you hear that? Velvet suits are in now, bitch. Did someone say Geek Chic? This handsome mofo has a monopoly on that shit. Wait, so are these glasses in style now? You bet your sweet ass they are. Facial hair? Yes please.
- Not convinced yet? Well fuck you. But seriously, check out this vid and tell me that’s not majorly sexy as all God Damn Hell. And I’ll sum it up with simply saying OH MY GAWD.
Two out of three
Being unemployed makes the days of the week mostly irrelevant. Maybe it’s time to find a job?
I got an email from a former co-worker this morning. She wanted to let me know that seven people were laid off today. As sad as this news was, it made me feel more reassured that my decision to quit and move west was the right decision (still a few years overdue, probably).
I’ve been enjoying the past few months without the obligation of a job, but I’m starting to get antsy. I’m ready for my own place to live. I’m ready to adopt some cats. And maybe I’m ready to start dating. Before I can do any of those things, a job must take precedence.
And now, back to your regularly scheduled Friday night.
I feel like I’m live-blogging my night. First Star Trek, now The Nanny. I didn’t really watch this much in its first run on television, but I’ve caught plenty of episodes in syndication.
Sometimes I miss Star Trek: The Next Generation. So many memories linked to the show. Perhaps I’m feeling nostalgic this evening, but WGN is playing All Good Things (part 1) and it’s tickling my memories.
In my last breakup I ceded all of the TNG DVDs in order to hold on to all the Joss Whedon-related DVDs. The ex and I used to curl into bed each evening and we’d select an episode to put on the bedroom television and we’d fall asleep while it played in the background. The cats would snuggle up with us and everything was right with the world. It seems like a lifetime ago, and I suppose it was. Now I’m living 2400 miles away in more ways than one.
Stills from The Piano Tuner of Earthquakes.
It’s been years since I saw this film, and had honestly forgotten I’d seen it until I was reviewing images in an old photobucket account. I recall being disappointed with the film; I found it dull and weird (not in a good way) and self-indulgent.
But I like the title of the movie, and there’s something interesting in the visuals, so here you go.
