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I occasionally have these moments where I realize that I am just a little strange. Perhaps even more than a little. Example: I had been watching some TV in the living room (30 Rock, by the way, just keeps getting better and better. Tina Fey? Is your God now.), and I wandered into the bedroom to see what Kevin was up to. Not weird, right? Well.
Point 1: He asked if I could hand him the glass of water on the nightstand, which I of course did. While doing my best impression of a simpering slavegirl. Sure, I came out looking more like a disappointed prostitute, but that's really more a measure of my acting ability than anything else, isn't it.
Point 2: We were discussing the book he's reading (Kim Stanley Robinson's Fifty Degrees Below), and he mentioned that the character Frank in this book is just like the Frank in the Mars trilogy. My brain's addition? "Except that this one is a giant pigeon." Which... comes from nowhere.
I feel like I'm living in a surrealist experiment.
In other news, I have a big crush on Jonas Armstrong, who plays Robin Hood on the BBC's series of the same name, season 1 of which is currently airing on BBC America. It's weird, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, but he's been in relatively few things, so I dunno. Might just fit into one of my general attractiveness profiles. The show, by the way? Is hilarious. Of course, sometimes you're laughing with the show, and sometimes against it. The show's music is blatantly stolen from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, to the extent that I'm sure Michael Kamen's got a lawsuit in there somewhere (well, along with John Barry, since the romance theme is lifted pretty much straight from Dances with Wolves). The acting in the first episode was so atrocious that I nearly turned it off. That being said, it picked up quickly, and now there's a lot of good stuff going on. There was some interesting socioeconomic stuff going around in the first couple eps -- the Robin Hood myth has always had a socialist/commun(al)ist cant to it, at least in my experience, but this one talked about social prosperity for all classes through economic reinvigoration. Salvation through the market.
In other other news --
Ooh! Hee, sorry, 'nother Robin Hood thing, he just quoted the Koran. Hehheh. This show, it's all about historical revisionism. That, and harnessing the collective cultural mythology to engender social change. You know. Where was I? Oh yes.
-- so yes, in other other news, do you remember the Phillips BodyGroom? You may have heard about it last year, since its website was a pretty big viral marketing hit (check it out, it has a terrifically smarmy humor about it). Anyway, it's a body hair shaver/trimmer. When it first came out, I was... shall we say, skeptical. But times change, people change. Erin, Mandi, Katie: don't judge me. I'm thinking I might get one. I enjoy a good trim, I like the way it looks and feels. I'm tiring, however of using scissors. This truth was really brought home to me a few days ago when I had this deep desire to hack down the shrubbery, but couldn't find my scissors. So I did what any logical person would do, and used the kitchen shears. This worked well until it came time to trim my nipple rugs (seriously, y'all, my nips are just ridiculous), and I seem to have misjudged both distance between tool and flesh, and sliciness of my finely crafted implements. I now have a little wedge-shaped cut on the edge of my areola, and that's ridiculous. A testament to my shears, though: very clean cut, barely felt it at all.
There. Now you're in my world. Isn't it a fun place to be?
Point 1: He asked if I could hand him the glass of water on the nightstand, which I of course did. While doing my best impression of a simpering slavegirl. Sure, I came out looking more like a disappointed prostitute, but that's really more a measure of my acting ability than anything else, isn't it.
Point 2: We were discussing the book he's reading (Kim Stanley Robinson's Fifty Degrees Below), and he mentioned that the character Frank in this book is just like the Frank in the Mars trilogy. My brain's addition? "Except that this one is a giant pigeon." Which... comes from nowhere.
I feel like I'm living in a surrealist experiment.
In other news, I have a big crush on Jonas Armstrong, who plays Robin Hood on the BBC's series of the same name, season 1 of which is currently airing on BBC America. It's weird, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, but he's been in relatively few things, so I dunno. Might just fit into one of my general attractiveness profiles. The show, by the way? Is hilarious. Of course, sometimes you're laughing with the show, and sometimes against it. The show's music is blatantly stolen from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, to the extent that I'm sure Michael Kamen's got a lawsuit in there somewhere (well, along with John Barry, since the romance theme is lifted pretty much straight from Dances with Wolves). The acting in the first episode was so atrocious that I nearly turned it off. That being said, it picked up quickly, and now there's a lot of good stuff going on. There was some interesting socioeconomic stuff going around in the first couple eps -- the Robin Hood myth has always had a socialist/commun(al)ist cant to it, at least in my experience, but this one talked about social prosperity for all classes through economic reinvigoration. Salvation through the market.
In other other news --
Ooh! Hee, sorry, 'nother Robin Hood thing, he just quoted the Koran. Hehheh. This show, it's all about historical revisionism. That, and harnessing the collective cultural mythology to engender social change. You know. Where was I? Oh yes.
-- so yes, in other other news, do you remember the Phillips BodyGroom? You may have heard about it last year, since its website was a pretty big viral marketing hit (check it out, it has a terrifically smarmy humor about it). Anyway, it's a body hair shaver/trimmer. When it first came out, I was... shall we say, skeptical. But times change, people change. Erin, Mandi, Katie: don't judge me. I'm thinking I might get one. I enjoy a good trim, I like the way it looks and feels. I'm tiring, however of using scissors. This truth was really brought home to me a few days ago when I had this deep desire to hack down the shrubbery, but couldn't find my scissors. So I did what any logical person would do, and used the kitchen shears. This worked well until it came time to trim my nipple rugs (seriously, y'all, my nips are just ridiculous), and I seem to have misjudged both distance between tool and flesh, and sliciness of my finely crafted implements. I now have a little wedge-shaped cut on the edge of my areola, and that's ridiculous. A testament to my shears, though: very clean cut, barely felt it at all.
There. Now you're in my world. Isn't it a fun place to be?
