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Ooh, I have a ridiculous amount to say.
So, I watched From Hell last night, and I am officially in love with Johnny Depp. It's so crazy that Abberline and Jack Sparrow have the same accent, but they're such different characters that I really can't see either of them speaking the other's lines.
That's the thing about Johnny Depp, I guess. As Pyrae is so fond of noting, actors like Owen Wilson tend to have one characters that gets reused. In Owen's case, it's the dumb, relaxed, humorous blond. But Johnny Depp...God, it's hard even to believe that it's the same guy. I mean, really. Edward Scissorhands, Jack Sparrow, Mort Rainey, "Don Juan," Sam - they're all so very different, but they're all Johnny Depp, and the man is sexy and talented and I love him.
And then I had this conversation with my mother.
Nae: Johnny Depp is the sexiest man alive.
Mom: I don't think so.
Nae: Oh? Then who do you think is the sexiest man alive?
Mom: ...
Nae: You don't have to say Dad.
Mom: Is this a trick question?
She proceeded to name several old-time actors who might have been hot back then but certainly are not now. (Robert Redford. *shudder*).
I think I shall go home tonight and watch Don Juan de Marco, because it really doesn't get much better than Johnny Depp with a Spanish accent and in drag.
No, really. I don't watch Pokemon.
But last night I was reading one of the few fics I have saved from the fandom, and I was struck suddenly by Inspiration.
See, we never see Pokemon dying. They just faint. But if they can't die then the world will be overrun. I would like to see a fanfic where the Pokemon rise up and make the humans their slaves, and Misty has to fight Jessie in the gladiatorial arena, and James and Brock are such voyeurs that they would watch and giggle and be hit with frying pans for their trouble, and Ash would panic and go mental and live out his life on a mountain, telling travelers of the old days.
Also, all the Charizards would turn Pikachu into a pile of dust, because surely they have all realized how very annoying he is.
Never fear, I have no intention of writing that fic, because as I said, I am not in the fandom. I only even like the first season, and even that outrages me.
It's just an idea.
And, and, and. I actually wrote that fic I had inspiration for. I shall murder the idiots who banned messageboards from school, because I need to go to FictionAlley to find a beta, since PYRAE DOES NOT DO BETA WORK ON FANFICS. NOT THAT I'M BITTER OR ANYTHING, NO SIR, NOT ME.
Daniel: No, don't shoot them! They're just here to heal their friend! It's all right!
Jack: How do I know you're really Daniel?
Daniel: ...because.
Jack: ...yeah, okay.
Awwwww.
So, I watched From Hell last night, and I am officially in love with Johnny Depp. It's so crazy that Abberline and Jack Sparrow have the same accent, but they're such different characters that I really can't see either of them speaking the other's lines.
That's the thing about Johnny Depp, I guess. As Pyrae is so fond of noting, actors like Owen Wilson tend to have one characters that gets reused. In Owen's case, it's the dumb, relaxed, humorous blond. But Johnny Depp...God, it's hard even to believe that it's the same guy. I mean, really. Edward Scissorhands, Jack Sparrow, Mort Rainey, "Don Juan," Sam - they're all so very different, but they're all Johnny Depp, and the man is sexy and talented and I love him.
And then I had this conversation with my mother.
Nae: Johnny Depp is the sexiest man alive.
Mom: I don't think so.
Nae: Oh? Then who do you think is the sexiest man alive?
Mom: ...
Nae: You don't have to say Dad.
Mom: Is this a trick question?
She proceeded to name several old-time actors who might have been hot back then but certainly are not now. (Robert Redford. *shudder*).
I think I shall go home tonight and watch Don Juan de Marco, because it really doesn't get much better than Johnny Depp with a Spanish accent and in drag.
No, really. I don't watch Pokemon.
But last night I was reading one of the few fics I have saved from the fandom, and I was struck suddenly by Inspiration.
See, we never see Pokemon dying. They just faint. But if they can't die then the world will be overrun. I would like to see a fanfic where the Pokemon rise up and make the humans their slaves, and Misty has to fight Jessie in the gladiatorial arena, and James and Brock are such voyeurs that they would watch and giggle and be hit with frying pans for their trouble, and Ash would panic and go mental and live out his life on a mountain, telling travelers of the old days.
Also, all the Charizards would turn Pikachu into a pile of dust, because surely they have all realized how very annoying he is.
Never fear, I have no intention of writing that fic, because as I said, I am not in the fandom. I only even like the first season, and even that outrages me.
It's just an idea.
And, and, and. I actually wrote that fic I had inspiration for. I shall murder the idiots who banned messageboards from school, because I need to go to FictionAlley to find a beta, since PYRAE DOES NOT DO BETA WORK ON FANFICS. NOT THAT I'M BITTER OR ANYTHING, NO SIR, NOT ME.
Daniel: No, don't shoot them! They're just here to heal their friend! It's all right!
Jack: How do I know you're really Daniel?
Daniel: ...because.
Jack: ...yeah, okay.
Awwwww.
