Bodies, Rest, and Motion
Mar. 29th, 2012 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisI'm watching this movie right now, and it's probably the most insane representation of Flint I have seen to date. I mean, seriously, the hair even? Jesus fucking christ! And, I'm sorry, but Tim Roth just doesn't do a completely convincing American accent. Well, I take that back. He's pretty good with a drawl, but I've noticed a lot of Brits seem to be more comfortable with a Southern accent than with a contemporary American accent.
In other related news, I got my DVD player back to working. This makes me very pleased. Watching DVDs on the computer sucks big hairy donkey balls.
In other less-related news, I was planning on writing all day, but ended up driving to Greenville on a lark, as is documented in a previous post. While I was out, though, I got some Baileys for mah coffee, but I may have to imbibe a tad tonight and see what happens with the Cadmus/Flint narrative. Cadmus is fairly pissed off in my head right now, and I need to exorcise the demon before he takes me over, like so many times in the past.
...actually, I remember now. The last pub we went to, the one where the picture that shows up in 'Contract Song' was taken, I had switched from Guinness to Baileys because I was still fairly freaked right the fuck out. How ironic that this is my drink of choice as I play around with the drunken Celtic writer persona.
Why, Barry? WHY?
So, I'm off to finished this damned movie (I hate Bridget Fonda...married to Danny Elfman, kissing all over a lanky-haired Roth. I should be so lucky...) and take up the virtual quill before Cadmus crawls out of my head and murders me.
In other related news, I got my DVD player back to working. This makes me very pleased. Watching DVDs on the computer sucks big hairy donkey balls.
In other less-related news, I was planning on writing all day, but ended up driving to Greenville on a lark, as is documented in a previous post. While I was out, though, I got some Baileys for mah coffee, but I may have to imbibe a tad tonight and see what happens with the Cadmus/Flint narrative. Cadmus is fairly pissed off in my head right now, and I need to exorcise the demon before he takes me over, like so many times in the past.
...actually, I remember now. The last pub we went to, the one where the picture that shows up in 'Contract Song' was taken, I had switched from Guinness to Baileys because I was still fairly freaked right the fuck out. How ironic that this is my drink of choice as I play around with the drunken Celtic writer persona.
Why, Barry? WHY?
So, I'm off to finished this damned movie (I hate Bridget Fonda...married to Danny Elfman, kissing all over a lanky-haired Roth. I should be so lucky...) and take up the virtual quill before Cadmus crawls out of my head and murders me.
