It's so horrible. And you know she's thinking "You might hate my dress, but I'm fucking Colin Firth and you're not."
Zing! I have to admit, that dress made me laugh, which I think was it's intended effect.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's so horrible. And you know she's thinking "You might hate my dress, but I'm fucking Colin Firth and you're not."
Zing! I have to admit, that dress made me laugh, which I think was it's intended effect.
I thought the dress was funny. I wouldn't wear it, but she did and made melaugh
Okay, how about I try to get ahold of him and see what's what. I'll pass on the info, and if you're interested, put you together.
That would be awesome, Vortex. Thank you.
OMG, shrift! Those shit-eating ratbastard cocksuckers! May they all develop anal warts and may their halitosis and unsightly nasal hairs send all their potential shags fleeing amid screams of horror! May they all stand in dogshit whilst wearing their favourite shoes! May they close doors on their hands, lose their keys and suffer a soul-destroying avalanche of small humiliations and frustrations before finally being run over by pig trucks and cursed to eternity as ghosts being bored to undeath.
On the other hand, I do trust that this is going to mean something FABULOUS awaits you around the corner.
I just heard that Don Davis died? Is it true? It is hard to find out from my phone.
According to his Wikipedia page, yes he did Sophia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_S._Davis
I met him once. An actor that I was dressing in a show lived in his basement. Or Don lived in his.
Oh dear. I have such a soft spot for all the Twin Peaks actors.
I don't think I remember him from Twin Peaks. But now I want to watch the first season again. (Which I've been wanting to do for a while, actually.)
I know him mostly from Stargate. And some freaky Canadian indies. Sad.
I was dozing (I am really tired) and I just realized something. When I was having a hard time sleeping because of the tooth, I zenned out enough to sleep by singing in my head a lullabye. One I last recall using when I was at camp and homesick at 11.
Lullabye and goodnight
To the cheeks rosy bright
To the fingers, safely hidden
Beneath the coverlets white.
And again with the dawn
Thou shall wake in the morn
And again with the dawn
Thou shall wake in the morn.
And the thing is? My mom used to sing that to me (as badly as I do in my head) when I was a baby.
Pretty sure having her here dredged up that bit of self-soothing. THANK GOD.