Players are the bane of my existence.
Mixed feelings over my comedic outburst when faced with two bowls of spaghetti.
On the plus side: I just managed to do a pitch perfect masculine Italian accent for the first time in my life.
On the down side: The words I used it to say were “All right! Which one of you punk ass bitches wants to dance!?” and now I can’t replicate the accent.
All in all, I think it was a net win just for the moment, but now I feel even worse about not being able to do an Italian accent because I know I’ve done it once.
Well John Campbell is going even further off the deep end.
It’s interesting how much of my energy in the last 5 years has been dedicated to his work.
And now his work will only exist in a few hundred books nowhere near me, a handful of stolen strips on other people’s sites, and my fractured memories.
It is as he said.
It is difficult to be alive.
Sorry for the gifspam over at Scarvesandsillystraws, I finally got around to watching Sherlock Jr, I got it ages ago but I was told it didn’t stand up to the rest of Keaton’s work.
The person who told me that was clearly thinking of a different movie.