Advice to myself.

[barrington]

You know, I love Deadwood, but I think it would be good for my mental health if I stopped watching it alone. I identify with one of those characters way too much for my own good, not least because it shows my inner arrogance. That, and there's the problem that I start speaking in the manner of a Deadwood citizen - not that I say cocksucker all the time, just that I frame my statements in a manner more fittin' to a gentleman of the fictional wild west variety, with all manner of words we'd consider archaic and such. Still much better than television, with the supposedly smart but hot one (she's neither) on CSI pursing her lips in soft focus and Dancing With The Stars fucking up "We Will Rock You" for everyone.

Bit I did today at least work out a set of chords for the Count Duckula theme song for a little side project I have on the boil, so that's something. When you rock out on the guitar singing "There's not a vampire zanier than Duckula" in a manner normally reserved for, say, the works of Tenacious D, well...that puts a little shine on an otherwise unremarkable day.

Comments

[mstakenidentity.livejournal.com]

I just keep lusting after the whores' clothes and the whores.

[schmycom.livejournal.com]

I just envy the lifestyle. On the main road of town you could swear, drink, smoke, have sex with a whore, take a slash and kill someone just on your way to buy a shovel and the worst that could happen is that the shovel probably cost more than the whore.

[sad-fountain.livejournal.com]

I love Count Duckula.

[devilgirly.livejournal.com]

Huzzah for Count Duckula! :D