You know? Not having seen Deadwood, I think of old westerns.
An old Grizzled sheriff played by George Carlin steps up to a bound Mal.
"Alright Reynolds, we're gonna fuck ya now...but we're gonna fuck ya slooow."
A deputy whispers in Carlin's ear. Carlin rolls his eyes, and corrects himself, "Oh, yeah. Kill. We're gonna Kill you slooow."
Mal looks up, face all grimy from a fight, "Oh. Good. you had me worried for a minute there. Man of your advanced age can't be taking no wild nights with a passing stranger. Might be bad for the ticker."
I'm totally drunk. I haven't Fillion'ed anybody today. Or text'ed Jars (I'm still waiting to see if theres a verb for that).
Paul Wellar rocks.
So durnk.
I had no idea I posted that. (Currrently doing the 'hangover check all the message boards I post on to see what I've written' thing).
Kevin, I'll make sure and take your mobile hostage next week if you get too drunk. And try and keep you away from computers. Anything else I should worry about?
My 12 children hurling stones?
I finally got the schedule for Monday, Jars, I'll be busy 2pm-3pm but you can pick the tickets up before or after then.. I've set yours aside. Red carpet rolls out at 8.30pm so you'll need to grab me before then.
I'm debating about not drinking at Edinburgh, which is totally famous last words, but I don't want to be bumping into people pissed as a fart particularly.
Myself and Nibbler should be in Edinburgh by half ten or so. I'll text you when we get in and you can tell us where's convenient for you to meet up, 'cause all we've got to do all day is wander aimlessly.
Ditto, mostly. I don't know Edinburgh well (ie at all) so finding each other will be fun.
If you see only one scene of Deadwood, see the scene where Woo and Swearingen convey quite a bit of information through hand gestures and the word "cocksucker". Information about other people and what's going on in the camp. It's hilarious, and kind of amazing.
That's bit's on the soundtrack album, and even in audio only it's hilarious. Oddly, it reminded me of Abbott and Costello's "Who's on First?" bit. But with less confusion and more use of "cocksucker."
But I want me and Kristen on a guestlist. And then the storm of bitter harpidom on my heart will be quiet once more.
I don't understand how you're not. I'm not asking for the story, I'm just expressing my disbelief at the wrongness of it.
