So I am really trying to maintain here and yet - I think I am out to fuck my own shit up.
Seriously. I think there is a conspiracy um, conspiring against me and it is led by me.
I can prove it. Let me set the scene for a little example, if you will.
TIME:: NOON
LOCATION: Interior of a Buick Regal, formerly a wonderful car, now with damage on the tail end. Fortunately the damage does not affect the cars most wonderful attribute: CD controls are on the steering wheel.
Me: [alone in car, listening quite happily to gospel/americana mix CD. Sings along] On the wings of a snow white dove, he sends his pure sweet love...
My thoughts: OH SHIT!! THIS SONG IS DEADWOOD! And at "sign from above" I'll use scenes of terror and horror to show that God is just deliciously evil. And I'll tie it all together at the end with Doc and Rev Smith. [actually - so far all my Deadwood ideas feature the line: "And I'll tie it all together at the end with Doc and Rev Smith")
Me: [hurriedly switches to next track on CD so I don't have yet another insane and pointless vid idea. Good song. Tap hands on steering wheel and sing along] In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around...
My Thoughts: OMGWTFTBQ!!!!111!!! [I actually think that now] This song is all about CLARK and he is the little dark haired boy who plays the Tennessee Flat Top Box and that is his power and he would play and and and...
Me: [switches songs again quickly. Pants a bit out of panic. The Voice of Dwight Yoakum fills the car. Relaxes a bit and sings along] And I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me...
My Thoughts: God. I remember how hot Dwight was when this came out. I still blame my preference for ragged cuffs and cowboy boots on him. Oh - I bet this song is the last one I am waiting for on
sdwolfpup's mix! I'll try it when I get home - the CD could use some Voice. Hmmm. I wonder if that "Lost" show has a male character that could support Dwight's voice...
Me: [sprains thumb switching off song. Relaxes as Mahalia Jackson tells me that she is gonna move on up a little higher. Sings as well] Monday morning!
My Thoughts: Damn. This song is all about Angel. Shit! I wonder if this means I am going to hell? I don't think Mrs Jackson would approve of my plans for this song and why do I feel like disappointing Mahalia is like disappointing my grandmother? It's almost like I keep getting Johnny Cash confused with my grandfather.
Whoa. I wonder what a sitcom would be like if I played the precocious smartmouthed orphan and Mahlia Jackson and Johnny Cash were my grandparents?
Me: [safely amused until reaches office]
Seriously. I think there is a conspiracy um, conspiring against me and it is led by me.
I can prove it. Let me set the scene for a little example, if you will.
TIME:: NOON
LOCATION: Interior of a Buick Regal, formerly a wonderful car, now with damage on the tail end. Fortunately the damage does not affect the cars most wonderful attribute: CD controls are on the steering wheel.
Me: [alone in car, listening quite happily to gospel/americana mix CD. Sings along] On the wings of a snow white dove, he sends his pure sweet love...
My thoughts: OH SHIT!! THIS SONG IS DEADWOOD! And at "sign from above" I'll use scenes of terror and horror to show that God is just deliciously evil. And I'll tie it all together at the end with Doc and Rev Smith. [actually - so far all my Deadwood ideas feature the line: "And I'll tie it all together at the end with Doc and Rev Smith")
Me: [hurriedly switches to next track on CD so I don't have yet another insane and pointless vid idea. Good song. Tap hands on steering wheel and sing along] In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around...
My Thoughts: OMGWTFTBQ!!!!111!!! [I actually think that now] This song is all about CLARK and he is the little dark haired boy who plays the Tennessee Flat Top Box and that is his power and he would play and and and...
Me: [switches songs again quickly. Pants a bit out of panic. The Voice of Dwight Yoakum fills the car. Relaxes a bit and sings along] And I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me...
My Thoughts: God. I remember how hot Dwight was when this came out. I still blame my preference for ragged cuffs and cowboy boots on him. Oh - I bet this song is the last one I am waiting for on
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Me: [sprains thumb switching off song. Relaxes as Mahalia Jackson tells me that she is gonna move on up a little higher. Sings as well] Monday morning!
My Thoughts: Damn. This song is all about Angel. Shit! I wonder if this means I am going to hell? I don't think Mrs Jackson would approve of my plans for this song and why do I feel like disappointing Mahalia is like disappointing my grandmother? It's almost like I keep getting Johnny Cash confused with my grandfather.
Whoa. I wonder what a sitcom would be like if I played the precocious smartmouthed orphan and Mahlia Jackson and Johnny Cash were my grandparents?
Me: [safely amused until reaches office]