sleeping, creeping, skulking, scaring boys with my menstrual clots, supplying bloody tampons, pretending to be Ann-Margret, copying&pasting, buying shoes that are either too small or too big, crying over the aforementioned purchases. I love to sell and trade crap. I like to practice my Castilian (grammar), but have little opportunity, oddly enough. I'm a logophile obsessed with semantics. Alan Thicke has screwed with my processes. (Have you ever listened to any of the theme songs that he's penned? Talk about padding cliches with nonsense. You understand what he's saying, but do you really know where he's going? Nowhere.)
A word of advice to the pretentious, as it is always them: Do not use the article an unless the following word starts with a vowel or a silent h. It's not only wrong, but you're giving away the fact that you're an elitist jerk, too. I've seen "an historical" so many times that I'm about ready to gouge out an eye.
I'd like to meet:
the forlorn, listless, unsung and lethargic. Shoe connoisseurs willing to share their sources. Obsessive film nerds.
Someone with a subscription to the New Scientist, who might want to unload some old issues on me. I would wet my bloomers in happiness.
Someone that knows who painted the portrait of Joan Bennett in Scarlet Street (aka the American version of La Chienne). The answer lays in my comments, evidently.
A kind soul that might hook me up with the 'Solamente Nero' soundtrack.
I'm not opposed to adding strangers who beckon without a word. Just make sure that we have things in common, and I would know this by being able to read them on your profile.
Music:
Carrie Nations, Goblin, Heroes del Silencio, Soda Stereo, Sisters of Mercy, Manic Street Preachers (hateful as they are, I love Generation Terrorists and the Holy Bible), Suede, Duran Duran, Catherine Wheel, Utah Saints, Hooverphonic, Preachers of Neverland, Cream, Marion, Gwen Mars, ES Posthumus, Daisy Chainsaw, Sneaker Pimps, James Ray & the Performance, Esthero, Geneva, Rialto, Placebo, Misfits, Damned, Verve, Strangelove, Evil's Toy, Turkish Bath ost, Mono, Superdrag, Ultrasound, Neotek, Front Line Assembly, :Wumpscut:, Switchblade Symphony, Catonium, Church, Ex Mundus, Sloan, Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Pulp, Majesty Crush (1 Fan), Elastica, Toilet Boys, Zazie, My Vitriol, Pascal Obispo, Long Good Friday ost, To Live and Die in LA ost, Silver Apples, The Organ, The Panda Band, The Sleepy Jackson, Malibu, Cerrone, Dominatrix (yes, that one song), Smiths, Monkees, Partridge Family, Abba (Fernando), Latin American melodramatic psychedelic pop, Italo Disco (Yeah, 75 percent is cheesy), Fields of Nephilim, Unkle/Ian Brown = Be There, Mylene Farmer - California.
Movies:
anything Dario Argento, Alejandro Amenabar, Scott Reynolds, William Castle, Alfred Hitchcock, Sam Fuller, Amicus, Hammer. Edward G Robinson, Barbara Stanwyck, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Cary Grant, Colin Firth, Vincent Price, Dan Duryea, John Garfield, Charlton Heston camp, Susan Hayward in I Want to Live!, 60's dangerous geriatrics, formulaic Noir, Ebert's masterpiece, the occasional De Palma, blindlingly-sunny 70s b-horror, sappy WWII propaganda, Insomnia (original), The Knack, Muriel's Wedding, Return of the Living Dead, Halloween I & II, Nightmare on Elm Street 1-4, the Lost Boys (TNT really ruined this one for me), Subspecies 1-3, The Legend of Billie Jean, Police Academy 1-4, American Ninja 1-4, Gymkata, Werewolf (so awful), Nighthawks, Red Sonja, Problem Child 1 & 2, Welcome to the Dollhouse, Last American Virgin, So I Married an Axe Murderer, Amazon Women on the Moon, Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, Character, Hope and Glory, Queen Margot, Killing Zoe (Jean-Hughes Anglade!), Dellamorte Dellamore, Spoorloos (the remake makes me want to cry.), Lonestar, Terror Train, I, Madman. I hate remakes, except Pride & Prejudice. I especially loathe Vanilla Sky. Die Tom Cruise! I love Stuart McKenzie's Snap. I deeply dislike Gael Garcia Bernal and will never (again) watch any film in which he participates. My ethics even extend to movie watching.
Television:
Poirot, Miss Marple, Mystery!, Masterpiece Theatre, Mama's Family, Gilmore Girls, X-Files, Buffy, Firefly, the last season of Angel, Arrested Development, Touching Evil (UK & US), Nip/Tuck, Inspector Lynley, American Experience, 60 Minutes, Cold Case, Law & Order: SVU, Criminal Intent, Keeping Up Appearances, AbFab, the Surreal Life, most old mystery/horror anthologies, geriatric crime solvers, lots of English stuff. I watched Masters of Horror, but it's definitely a mediocre project.
Books:
Apart from my abusing an electronic dictionary, I'm more of a poverty-ridden collector than a reader these days. I've "amassed" a stack of books on art, art history, grammar, and so many artist/writer/associated ilk biographies.
Mi biblioteca , for the nosey.
I feel that I have to address this only because it's become so redundant. The Story of O is a truly crap read -- terribly disappointing. That anyone can identify with such a vacuous, indecisive, underdeveloped character is beyond me. By the end of the book, I felt like beating her to death. But, perhaps, that is the whole point. You're supposed to want to jizz in her eye without the hindrance of actually recognizing her as more than a set of orifices.
Heroes:
Napoleon. One day, we, the small, will rise again to scare the foreskin off of contintental Europe.
.....and, Thomas Love Peacock. Burn, Baby Burn!
