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[20 Nov 2006|12:35am] |
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Girls
Golden girls is possibly my favourite American comedy of the length of my stay on this earth. It's not as snappy as Frasier, as dearly balshy as Married with Children, or as barmy as My name is Earl, but it's a witty, gimmer filled laugh-fest and is easily the most comforting and yet brilliantly written series I have ever had the pleasure of watching in my youth.
I caught it last on holiday last year and felt like a kid again. It was on double bills and I laid in bed and tucked myself up with a cup of tea and wallowed. It's fucking brilliant.
And, it's also encouraging to remember that all four of the main cast are still alive, almost all in their eighties. Fucking kick arse, girls.
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| Danson The Rebuttals |
[20 Nov 2006|12:37am] |
Danson: Hey baby, what say you and me make tracks and ride the rails, eh?
Woman: What say I kick you in the nuts, cube face boy. You look like somebody got an oil drum and clumsily stencilled a giant's face on it. Now fuck off, you bollock eyed cunt..
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| Always hear them, when the dead of night, come calling...... |
[20 Nov 2006|03:26pm] |
Ah, I tells ye, there's nothing like listening to When you were young on full volume when walking a rainy day down the road. It's quite, quit4e breathtaking. Puts the epic back in the soul again.
I still am not bored of it. There's just something in the riffs that is so...direct and, and I don't know..big. You feel like a giant when you hear it and the world is magical again. Life becomes colour.
Work was very quiet today. I have been pre-soaking the ceiling so it can be painted. I'm not very tall, so I had to perch precariously on a small stool. Andy was my only colleague in the kitchen today. When he's in a good mood like he was today, he is very good company. An enjoyable afternoon. After work I walked the streets again, with loud music bursting my eardrums. Nothing like it.
I have been giving up smoking. As you know (If you've been bloody well paying attention) whenever I start to give up, my libido goes into overdrive. The common pattern is thusly, I wake up and I feel fine, other than the gnawing lethargy I always feel in the morning. I get up, go to work, fine. Then I come home. As soon as i've time to sit down and rest..my problem arises. Literally. All the blood dives straight into Phylly Jnr. If you know, what I mean, man! In fact, I get so horny, I could happily impregnate a naughty nunnery without breaking a sweat. "Taking care of business" only works for so long, because i'll be honest with you, there's a lot of happy juice in that there scrotum, and it regenerates pretty fast. No, i'm not going to bloody well prove it.
In the evening, i'm so rock hard I need to smoke, lest I sit on a barstool and start pointing in directions I don't want to be pointing in.
So i'm fucked. And frustratingly, i'm not being fucked. That would solve all my problems. I need sex!
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[20 Nov 2006|03:33pm] |
Jesus, this is actually debiliating. It's like an overwhelming desire to pull at lace with teeth, leave hot breathy trails on warm skin..ghost ever so slightly over lips...brush like wine slipping over glass...not enough to touch firmly, just to give goosebumps..
and then the thundering descent..
It's unbelivable...like biting leather horny. I feel like a tomcat. Very very naughty. There are no spikes in my penis though.
Anyway, check this out, it's my finished homework. I don't know if it's at all within the parameters of what i'm required, but I love the flow and the words. I put it together in two seperate parts.
It is called Rememberance
Firm and cold the soil lay,
cracked chilled paths, feet of clay,
tall and wispy the ghosts stand tall,
down amongst them I heard the night call,
breath in mist escapes my mouth,
silently into the air, puffed out in cloud,
wine fills the glass, and love fills the blood,
warm am I tonight, all is said and done,
In the morn the dew collects hearts,
Leaves protect them, and new love starts,
Calls to souls in the echo of day,
Those three words I could never say,
Regrets are but whispers, and their graves are set,
But of you I have not forgotten yet
Oh yeah, the printer hasn't been replaced yet, so I had to copy the fucking thing out. I write like a child. An especially mentally stunted child. With a cabbage for a hand.
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[20 Nov 2006|04:10pm] |
Last night I watched four episodes of the Golden Girls on youtube, and when I finally fell asleep all I could hear was yammering old gimmers for the entire night. It's a funny show, but sometimes you wonder where the arguments between Blanche and Dorothy will stop. They'll call each other names and get progressively louder and more irritated until Sophia walks in and says something wisecracky.
What if she didn't?
Dorothy: Slut!
Blanche: Whore!
Dorothy: Tramp!
Blanche: Hayp-o-crayte!
Dorothy: SLAG!
Blanche: Oh come on Dorothy you knowl he was mowl inteleseted in mahy!
Dorothy: FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF YOU CUNT! YOU FUCKING CUNT! FUCK THE FUCK OFF!
(Pushes the table over and screams, kicking pots and shit all around the floor.)
I mean it'd just be all out war, wouldn't it?
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[20 Nov 2006|04:15pm] |
In fact, just have the GG's as half an hour of old women fighting with whatever comes to hand, with the intro song done by Slipknot. And all the intro credits are bits of violence. Forget old Dorothy biting her fist and squinting, have them all fighting with hammers, swords and bats.
Trouble is it wouldn't be a long series.
Anyway, i'm off. Pea you later, potato.
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[20 Nov 2006|04:51pm] |
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7UODCxAtyDo&mode=related&search=
This is Final Fantasy VII's Aeris Theme, played by a Japanese orchestra. The sheer beauty of this is enough to make my eyes tear up, and proves just how emotive and graceful a piece of video game music can be
When I hear it, I can see the rose petals falling in and out of the snowflakes on a wintry night, with nothing but a silence in the trees. It's lovely.
Please, watch it and escape for a few minutes.
Bye for now.
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