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serindeWatched the video for Dead Man's Party last night, which sent me into another round of hopeless Danny Elfman-longing. He's only 20 years older than me! It's not an impossible difference!
It is kind of amusing; I haven't had this kind of total celebrity adulation since I was a kid. Yes, I'll drool over a hunk like Russell Crowe, but it's a passing thing, a lust flare of the moment as it were. Every time I see that crazy, devilish redhead smile, I completely collapse into a little melty heap...I wonder if he's gone all normal with age. People do, I'm told. But what a loss to the world that would be!
Upon consideration, it's not just his looks, and it's not just his music, but a combination of both. One of the things that completely enthralled me when I first gave Boingo a serious listen (three years after their farewell concert, ARGH ARGH ARGH) was how so many of the lyrics manage to crystallize exactly what I feel, at a vastly deeper level than 99.9% of the music out there. I mean, deep down gut-level stuff that I'd never been able to really express before. (And of course so many of the songs are just great songs in general.) So here's this guy, he's incredibly hot, he's got the world's best wickedest smile, he's a terrific composer, and he's inside my brain. What's not to adore?
Except that, according to IMDB, he's engaged to Bridget Fonda. Waaah.
Okay, done now.
In general, a quiet evening; between my gimpy leg and general exhaustion (Pooky's cold kept me up a good portion of Monday night), I was not up to a lot, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweh wasn't in top form either. So we cuddled and watched TV and cuddled some more, and it was Good. The leg's a little bit better this morning--at least, I can walk almost normally--so hopefully I didn't do too bad a number on it. (Getting up from a chair is still an entertaining and intricate procedure.)
Game tonight, only we're finishing up character revisions for 3.5e. Though mine's already done, so it could be a little boring for me. Sigh. If I'm lucky, others have also worked their revisions through with Zach over AIM, as I did, and we might actually get some playing in.
It is kind of amusing; I haven't had this kind of total celebrity adulation since I was a kid. Yes, I'll drool over a hunk like Russell Crowe, but it's a passing thing, a lust flare of the moment as it were. Every time I see that crazy, devilish redhead smile, I completely collapse into a little melty heap...I wonder if he's gone all normal with age. People do, I'm told. But what a loss to the world that would be!
Upon consideration, it's not just his looks, and it's not just his music, but a combination of both. One of the things that completely enthralled me when I first gave Boingo a serious listen (three years after their farewell concert, ARGH ARGH ARGH) was how so many of the lyrics manage to crystallize exactly what I feel, at a vastly deeper level than 99.9% of the music out there. I mean, deep down gut-level stuff that I'd never been able to really express before. (And of course so many of the songs are just great songs in general.) So here's this guy, he's incredibly hot, he's got the world's best wickedest smile, he's a terrific composer, and he's inside my brain. What's not to adore?
Except that, according to IMDB, he's engaged to Bridget Fonda. Waaah.
Okay, done now.
In general, a quiet evening; between my gimpy leg and general exhaustion (Pooky's cold kept me up a good portion of Monday night), I was not up to a lot, and
sweh wasn't in top form either. So we cuddled and watched TV and cuddled some more, and it was Good. The leg's a little bit better this morning--at least, I can walk almost normally--so hopefully I didn't do too bad a number on it. (Getting up from a chair is still an entertaining and intricate procedure.)Game tonight, only we're finishing up character revisions for 3.5e. Though mine's already done, so it could be a little boring for me. Sigh. If I'm lucky, others have also worked their revisions through with Zach over AIM, as I did, and we might actually get some playing in.
