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Is it just me or does PBS make the classics so much more enjoyable? Sad that I, a man who loves reading, can't get myself to read a classic. Unless, it's de Sade or cleland or any other smut classic. But, I have never been able to get into Dickens or Bronte or Austen. But, god... I love PBS versions of them... Tonight, I'm sitting here have a grand old time watching Oliver Twist. oh mand, I didn't know it was so harsh. This guy just beat the fuck out of a woman, blood everywhere. She kept turning to look at him, and it just was so, realand so wrong and sooo good. And, I remember watching all the Bronte things last year. The Austen movies, were superb. Haven't been doing much, just sitting here entering books in my inventory. Have 136 in there now. ahh, fuck... gotta finish watching the end of this... see ya so, I spent half of this movie trying to figure out what it was. Racking my brain for the title of the black and white gothic thing that had me enraptured. I heard names, but I wasn't sure exactly. Wuthering Heights was screaming at me, but the male character was Edward Rochester in this one, not Heathcliffe. Then it dawned on me, I have the damn book, so I scanned the cover and didn't see the names. Thing was, I remembered there being a ghost in wuthering heights, and that was the feeling I just got in this one. Oh, how wonderful this movie was. How, gloriously gothic and delicious it was. The words spoken were so dramatic, the wind and the rain, the insane woman in the basement, that we discover is the wife of the man who is marrying the governess. I reached for the only other gothic classic on my shelf... and YES! It is Jane Eyre. Oh, I never knew the passion of the gothic novel. Never, experienced the pain of the heroine, the sadness that she experiences. I have no idea who the people were in the movie, but I felt so deeply in my soul the broken heart of Jane, the release when she admits she is plain and poor. And, the final wail of Edward as she leaves his life forever. Jane, Jane, jane...... And, like a baby, I was sitting here in my room, talking to S. and crying. The tears sliding down my cheeks, even as I am being cheered up. And, I decided I must read Jane Eyre, and learn the craft of the gothic writers. you ever feel like you look like shit in the pictures you take? I think the only good picture of me was when I was 4 and I looked like little ricky from I love Lucy, and while I am on this tangent... what is up with Lucy? I mean, every night I have to show people to the three I love lucy books we have in our store. Come on, she's been dead forever. I mean, I love her as much as the next person, but you aint gonna get any more information then you hear on tv. She was redheaded, she married a cuban, no one liked him, she later didnt either... she was more funny alone with out him. She sorta liked Ethel, who was my favorite by the way...Now, ethel merman, she was a winner.. she made everyone look good, because well she wasnt so fuckin hot herself. Ok, now... see how I wrote that above? My mind moving from subject to subject? Well, I bet if I tried to get something like that published I'd get laughed at. But, just today I was reading the Subterraneans by Kerouac. Oh, my god... I loved it, I can't believe that I had poopooed him for so long. I was reading it outloud, while I was taking a shit, and I couldn't breathe. Not because of the stink, but because his lines were so long, and so wordy and the words felt wonderful tumbling from my lips. But, then there were so many words that they tumbled too fast, and I started stumbling over them... saliva was spilling from my mouth because the passion in the syllables and the fervor with which I wanted to finish the sentences. It was an amazing experience. A good shit and a good book, what more could you ask for? I'm sitting here, looking at this white space, well the place I write these words in, and I'm lost. Like a polar bear in a snow storm. I was floating on the music of Craig Armstrong, Elizabeth Fraser's voice lilting in the background and if it wasn't for the arguing outside there wouldn't be anything written here. I just put the last of the books in boxes, and the garage is once more a garage where a car can now reside. God, no wonder that customer thought I had lost weight, I've been working like an madman. Now, the hardest task, that of entering each and every book in my database. It's actually not that bad, it's like I own my own bookstore, deciding what gets what price. Comparing the damage of my book with the price of the one listed at AddAll. back to the slave mines. Well good news, as though all of you are up to date on what's going on in my garage. I got the last book in a box. Now, it's down to putting them into my inventory database. Woohoo... 43 in there now, only 4,957 to go. Now for something that isn't any of my business. Why do people have to make other people's lives miserable? I left for my job yesterday, leaving a friend in a wonderful mood. When I get home 9 hours later, they weren't the same. Some idiots just fucked up his mood. I don't like that. Come on gang, it's the fuckin internet. You want to make someone's life a living hell, do your next door neighbor or the idiot who thinks he's all smart in math class. Or for that matter... your parents. But, stop messing with your online friends. My advice: On ICQ, there is this nifty thing called invisible... and if you are always invisible there is this other nifty thing called ignore. And, when you are over dealing with the idiots of the world... all you have to do, is put them back in your life, that is when you are ready. Whoa... sorry, rants over. Nik you dont have to read this. when told that I was nuts today, this was my response. Thought it might help you kidz know why I get like this... i know, I have to be nuts before I go into work. I hate the boss thats closing tonight. the only good thing is Patti who's like a female smutty me, Deanna - gorgeous green eyes, that make me just fall to my knees and kiss her feet... although, she's too innocent for that. Israel - the worst of my hetero-homo friends at work, always standing behind me and pretend fucking me... and the calm and quiet Justin...who's constantly talking about shit and masturbation, under his breath. When I gave him HOGG, he said he could handle it, but even came back and told me how harsh and gross it was... ok, yas... you were right... it is an addiction. So, should I get both pierced or just one? And, I'm thinking of just a simple ring, so that it will be easier to hook things to it... you know, like a nice tie holder. or, my masters belt. or for that matter, my mistresses purse. I'm an equal opp slave. Damn it, I decide to ride my bike to work, and it fucking starts drizzling. Well, you know what that means, don't ya? Im gonna be wet when I get there... and this time I can't blame it on the rip in the crotch of my jeans... I have officially done crap all morning...entered three books into my inventory, so I have all of 36 in there. But, you know what I dont care, because I have been chatting with nik and having a blast.
I was telling him my mp3's, how varied my tastes are. My newest selection has: I get bored with all the same music. You can only listen to the growls of Rob Zombie, before you just want to tear the computer off your desk, so a little SNZ's comes on and you want to waltz around the room, or do a little charleston. But, then I'm just fucked up... musta been that acid I did in the early 80's. Speaking of acid... oh, never mind... :::grins::: ok, so... pierced nipple.. on the right side? I'm doing the best I ever did, I'm doing the best that I can. So, I think sometimes song lyrics can just so explain what kind of mood I'm in. that was godsmack... and right now, Fatboy Slim is just singing my life right now with Star69. they just know what is what, but they dont know what is what... they just strut, what the fuck? So, the big 36 is in ... AAAHHHHH 30 days. Should I get my nipple pierced or a tattoo? I'm leaning toward's a piercing, cheaper don't you know? ok... this is how weird I am... these three songs have just played in a row... godsmack, fatboy slim and now.. woot Bette Midler. If the Tom of Finland at the top wasn't proof to my faggy side, then the Divine Miss M, singing of shoes takes me over the top. There isn't anyone in the world who could get me to salsa around my room. Next song, Eraser by NIN... talk about eclectic. |