I've always said that one of my regrets in life is that I never grew up to write an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well, I suppose this means there is still an option of writing vampire fic. I am just not sure I could take the whole creature of the night as romantic hero seriously (and I can't write serious to save my life) and well, what if the fans turned on me?
So I am thinking of changing my theme tune
You are probably thinking, 'what, kate has a theme tune? since when?" I've had a theme tune, Loca De Amour, since the late 1980's. I blame Mark Illsley who played it for me and said, "I think of you." 'Like a pizza in the rain, no one wants to take me home.' That is me. I was heavily into Demme until well, I started watching Sayles and all.
But I was happily listening to a little 'trane last night and thought, "you know what? I think I need a new song. I think I need "Lush Life". Its a great tune. I love 'trane. And well, who can resist a line about 'jazz and cocktails'.
So, no my listening pleasure isn't all about the Arctic Monkeys. Though "When the Sun Goes Down" is so good, I don't know what to say.
More Effects of 'The Sims'
The Blessing wants to go camping. She wants to sit around a fire, toast marshmallows and sing songs. Yes, this is a direct result of playing that game. And its sad. There is no culture of camping here. In particular, there is no culture of sending small children off to the forest to make imitation leather wallets, eat horrible food and tell ghost stories. Which is sad, I think. I always like camp. Liked the songs. With the actions. "Little Rabbit in the Woods", "Little Rabit Frou Frou", and "Percy the Pale-faced Polar Bear".
I suppose I've always thought of Dick Cheney as America's very own Peter Robinson and this does nothing to dispell that belief.
I was going to update people on my cultural life
How Film Club was going. What I thought of Munich. Books I am reading (I was annoyed by the ending in The Time Traveller's Wife). But no, I figured I had a much more important issue to discuss. The morality of the town I live in.
Alright, town is a bit of an exageration. Its a Victorian/Edwardian seaside resort with a train line that currently has no trains (though the chief executive of translink has assured me that will change.) When I first came to this part of the world, I thought it was a town filled with the elderly. A kind of Florida version of Northern Ireland. Now, after moving there I hear tales of debauchery and such. I have learned to accept that it could very well be a hub of drug taking. I can envision the youth, eating those magic mushrooms and looking at the sea. I can kind of stretch my mind and think, yeah maybe a bit of acid.
I draw the line at wifeswapping. I simply refuse to believe that Whitehead is a awash with key parties. I don't care who is willing to lay money on it. It isn't happening.
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