Candy Gonna Ride Your Soul

It is not good news that 'nothing is wrong' when you are in pain. Just so you know.

Varick and Ben might come see Night of the Living Dead with me, hooha! Nothing says I'm devouted to getting my paper due monday done as well as getting on NANO like going to see a random zombie flick.

Paradise Lost by the Dashboard Light

Night of the Living Dead is being shown on Friday night, as a post Halloween Zombie flick.

I kind of want to go. But...I am failing at thinking who would go see it with me. Bummer. It might be a solo zombie endeavour.

Got To Be More Careful When You Walk The Streets Alone

You never realize how sick you were until you see the state of your room afterwards. Good gracious.

I got Kevin Smith's book in the mail a few days ago and want to read it so very badly. But I've still got to finish Dexter, pretend to read Great Expectations, read Raw shark Texts, and The Book With No Name (that gets more and more tempting as I look at it). As well as waiting patiently for Hugh Laurie's new book in the mail. Not really patiently so much as checking the mail box like ever twenty minutes. I cannot wait. His writing just relaxes me, I don't know why.

I am loving the House soundtrack. It was worth the $14 I shovelled out for it, certainly. 'Got to be more careful' and 'Beautiful' (covered by Elvis Costello) make it wonderful, though one of my all time favourite songs, 'Feelin' Alright' by Joe Cocker is also there to appeal my whiney inner voice that says I am spending too much money on shit lately. Shut up, inner voice, and listen to the music.

That's good advice in general, really. Shut up and listen to the music.

On that pretentious note...I'm off.

I Lost My Faith In The Summer Time

Still no idea for NANO. Though I know I want to write it about two people, friends/whatever, who have chats like I have with friends. Vain, maybe. But come on. I would need to credit like Ben and Varick and James for almost every other line, but hey. whatever.
Think about it. Like this, based off a discussion Ben, Varick and I had after watching Red Dragon. Mainly me ranting to B & V.

"I think my greatest fear is putting my fingers in somebody's face socket."

"'Face Socket'? You mean mouth?"

"No, I mean face socket. Like if someone got shot in the face at close range by a shot gun, I would not want my fingers in the socket left in their face. And who calls mouths 'face sockets'?"

"It was a wild stab in the dark, an attempt to decode your verbal rubix cube gone awry."

"It would be gross."

"Back to the face sockets. Thank God. I felt incomplete with that close."

"I would be so discontent."

"Imagine the owner of the face socket."

"Oh, God, I don't think I can. They'd be so gross."

"Of course. That would be their main issue, naturally, that you thought them gross. Never mind the gaping hole where their face used to be."

And yeah. So, I dunno. Just need plot, characters and that stuff, but I so have dialogue going.

Just the nature of my Game

Has anyone ever watched the sympathy for the devil (Rolling Stones, kids!) video from Rock and Roll circus and thought 'what's up with the fake Tats, Mick?' besides me?

Not that I don't like them.

Just Tune In, Tune Out, Drop In, Drop Out, Switch On, Switch Off, Explode.

Did you ever think about Lucifer before he fell?

Like, think about it, really. He was the most beautiful of God's angels, he was full of pride and damn he was pissed that man not only got free will but dangly bits ('Wait..what are-No. What?! What are those, Lord? I...Damn it!') to have fun with on the long weekends they had when there were bank holidays and the like.

Speaking of dangly bits, saw Elizabeth:The Golden Age.

Yeah.

Anyway, opened this post with an interesting premise, didn't I? Huh? Huh? Got my compliment diggin' boots on, y'all. To bad I'm not following through with it. I'm thinking about it, sure, but it doesn't mean I'm going to share my thoughts. What do you think I am, some kinda person who spreads my mind's legs and gives away it's thought virginity? Huh? An idea sharing WHORE?

I don't know...where that came from. Sorry.

I'm just feeling rather scattered, truthfully. Listening to Beatles music (For No One is sex in song form, just so you know. Yes, you.) and wondering around my house, much, I'm certain, to my roomates' (all of 'em) confusion. I should be thinking of topics for my papers due by the end of the monthish. I should be thinking about NANO and what the eff I'm going to write (ps, am a ML though that hasn't gone through yet. Looking forward to having 'municipal liaison' under my name in posts). But no. I'm thinking dirty thoughts about the Devil and Michael, the Arch Angel. And thinking about watching The Three Musketeers, because Kiefer Sutherland as Athos is just so wrong it's right. Or perhaps Boondock Saints, but I'm not really in the mood for a movie about vengenance. Though, one could say The Three Musketeers had elements of that, one could also say 'fuck it, Kiefer Sutherland is in it'. Which I do, often, say about things. That have Kiefer in them. Or things that don't, to confuse those around me.

'In this way, Mr.K will challenge the world...With the blue people! They're...groovy! Just great!'

Eddie Izzard makes me smile in general, but in Across the Universe? Uh.

When You Change With Every New Day, Still I'm Going To Miss You

Oh my fuck.

Spoiler for House here, so like...Don't read it if you don't want to hear it.

BUT OH MY FUCK.

I don't care what context it was in, I don'tcareIdon'tcareIdon'tcare, House told Wilson he loved him. I am taking it and running with it, jumping around and waving my Hilson flag with pride, bitches. Cameron got a sarcastic I love you, Stacy got an in pain one...And Wilson got a 'I am trying to pass this off as a joke but Lilly doesn't care because she knows, she knows!' one. Yep. Not because he was giving him more pain killers, no.

That aside. Sadness. And woe that the blond bitch was who he paged. The idea of Wilson being the one to get his heart going again? Too sweet. But sigh.

Anyway. I should really be running to class. But. Thought I would vent.