All You Should Know…

"For every fatal shooting, there were roughly three nonfatal shootings. And, folks, this is unacceptable in America. It's just unacceptable. And we're going to do something about it." — President Bush, May 14, 2001

Apart from being funny as hell, Sinfest is also smart as hell.

More later. Getting used to becoming unemployed and all that sad stuff…

Current Mood: Saucy.

Do you remember me telling you about ensemble casts?

I forgot one. Dead Like Me. I know. For shame.

Ellen Muth as George, aka Toilet Seat Girl. Mandy Patinkin (My name is Inigo Montaya. You keeled my fadder. Prepare to die. That Mandy Patinkin) as Rube. Callum Blue as Mason (Ahhh… Mason, Mason, Mason). Jasmine (no longer Whitley) Guy as feisty Roxy. Laura Harris as Daisy Adair (I blew Gable). Patricia Idlette as Kiffany. Christine Willes as the wonderfully quirky Delores Herbig (as in Herbig Brown Eyes) Britt McKillip as Reggie, George's little sister. And Cynthia Stevenson and Greg Kean as their struggling parents, Joy and Clancy Lass.

There's… there was chemistry, peanut. Fantastically well-thought-out stories, an actual ongoing plot, characters with depth (especially the character of Daisy Adair, played with airy wit by Laura Harris, who was able to convey a deeply hidden dark secret through her forcefully self-imposed selfishness), humor, amazing camera work. The cast was a family, with a Dad and a Mom, and the ornery daughter and rebellious son, and airy cousin. So to speak.

And it's yet another series that was cut short before its time, in its prime (not by Fox, amazingly, but by MGM, the guys behind ShowTime.)

But there's hope for Deadheads Like Me.

Or is there?

Early 2009 brought life (pard'nd'pun) to Life After Dead, or Dead Like Me, the DVD movie. I didn't exactly buy it. I went to Amazon to order the box set of the series (30 episodes of hilariously serious living deadness), and I was going to rent the movie, to see if it was worth buying. Reviews were extremely mixed, you see? Deadheads that loved it, and Deadheads that hated it. Oh, and also Deadheads that didn't quite know what to make of it. Repeat, but replace "Deadheads" with "new to the series".

So I ordered the box set… and it came with the movie. Awesome, right?

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Current Mood: Whatever.

Let's all sing:

Money makes the world go 'round
The world go 'round
The world go 'round

Money makes the world go 'round
Till allllll goeees

BOOM.
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I remember when I was a kid, I always wanted it to snow, especially around christmas. I mean, after all, what's Christmas if it ain't white, right? One occasion I'll specifically never forget, where it actually started snowing on Christmas eve. I must have been around 10, maybe eleven, and even then I was already an insomiac. So at a certain point in the evening (after my folks had sent me to bed) I remember noticing that it began to turn light outside… so I got out of bed, peeked out the window, and saw — can you believe it? — at least two inches of snow on the ground, and the sky dropping more and more! Oh joy! Oh Christmas spirit!

Half an hour later, my mom stormed up the stairs to shut me up, because I was singing Christmas carols…

(Of course, the fun wore off fast in the morning when my classmates were bombarding my bedroom window with tightly rolled snow balls… but hey.)

In The Netherlands, for the last 60 years or so, white winters have been somewhat of a rarity, and for Dutch kids, snow was this awesome plaything that got schools closed and allowed one to really get on the nerds' nerves…

… but now I'm nearing 40, I live in North Dakota, USA, and oh… my… gawd, make it stop!

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A personal take on the arbitrary dividing line between artistic nude art, erotica, and pornography.

This post contains adult content

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