one easy pile
I try to write, am moving in with paint and photography; this is all an attempt to let it onto a page somewhere.
And I want to share.
Ask me anything
Well, I know that I’d watch it…
Please, PLEASE someone make this movie. You can have all my monies.
This would be perfect casting.
If it was ten years ago, I’d replace Cumberbatch with Hugh Laurie and Hiddleston with RDJ. But I’d be okay with this. Let’s see if it’ll happen for the mini-series they’re doing.
There is Something Right With the World
Hulu Plus just advertised Arrested Development to me as “Classic Television.” I feel slightly better about the world.
Tairy Greene
Haven’t Posted in Some Time/Shitty Week Lining Up
I hate posting diatribes of frustration and how things aren’t going well, but I’m going to do it anyways. Be prepared for no paragraph breaks. Do you ever just get so frustrated with people that you consider giving up? Not that you don’t want to do something anymore, but that people get so on your nerves that it makes your back hurt, that when you lie down to relax you’re still stiff with muted rage and held back tears? That’s how I’ve felt this week, and I’ve gotten to a breaking point. The way I see it, I’ve got an ultimatum: stop caring completely and become totally apathetic or just become unabashedly rude to people who seem to treat the people around them as commodities or products. I know that we can’t all make each other happy all of the time, but if someone does something they don’t like the result is very often anger, frustration, and any other feelings that rise up when they don’t get what they want out of someone. Now you might be saying, “Gee, isn’t that exactly what you’re wishing people would do? You just want them to work to please you? Hypocrite.” No. What I’m saying is that people should be able to make their own choices without having to worry about how people judge their choices. Especially when said choices don’t effect the person who is getting angry. I dunno, I am just really up in arms this week about a bunch of stuff and I’m ready to just drop everything to get a dead end job and not have to think or worry for the rest of my life. Succumb to the autonomous nature of office jobs or manual labor. I’m tired of humanity, because it doesn’t really feel like anything substantial anymore.