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The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
Made the fatal mistake of leafing through a book at the library today: A Word In Your Shell-Like, a lexicon of common and curious everyday phrases. Before I knew it two hours had passed and I'd gotten as far as C.
It's possibly unhealthy to get so ecstatic by discovering it lists things that orginated in The Goon Show. Too bad you can't take out reference books, or I'd still be reading it.
Oh, but what a weekend I've planned for myself! Pure pampering. Tomorrow there'll be tasty unhealthy food and I'll get The Man Who Knew Too Much at the library - it's been too long since I've watched any Hitchcock and I've still got a craving for Peter Lorre movies. That'll be enough angst for one evening, so maybe I can finally find the time to see The Inspector General as well.
On Sunday I've got another hike up Fløyen planned, and the film club is screening The Good, The Bad and The Ugly at eight. Time to get rid of that particular gap in my movie education. I think the last proper Western I saw was High Noon. That was two years ago.
All I ever really got out of that one was that A) Grace Kelly was pretty, and B) The main song bores into your brain and stays there. For at least two years, in my experience.
"I can't be leavin'... until I shoot Frank Miller deeeeaaaad..."
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
Made the fatal mistake of leafing through a book at the library today: A Word In Your Shell-Like, a lexicon of common and curious everyday phrases. Before I knew it two hours had passed and I'd gotten as far as C.
It's possibly unhealthy to get so ecstatic by discovering it lists things that orginated in The Goon Show. Too bad you can't take out reference books, or I'd still be reading it.
Oh, but what a weekend I've planned for myself! Pure pampering. Tomorrow there'll be tasty unhealthy food and I'll get The Man Who Knew Too Much at the library - it's been too long since I've watched any Hitchcock and I've still got a craving for Peter Lorre movies. That'll be enough angst for one evening, so maybe I can finally find the time to see The Inspector General as well.
On Sunday I've got another hike up Fløyen planned, and the film club is screening The Good, The Bad and The Ugly at eight. Time to get rid of that particular gap in my movie education. I think the last proper Western I saw was High Noon. That was two years ago.
All I ever really got out of that one was that A) Grace Kelly was pretty, and B) The main song bores into your brain and stays there. For at least two years, in my experience.
"I can't be leavin'... until I shoot Frank Miller deeeeaaaad..."
