More commentary on random things

I've realized that the most noble ability you can have is the ability to disagree. It's a good thing to realize when you're 19.

Suddenly I felt happy for the happiness of a person I hate. And I'm not even sure if I'm happy myself. Maybe I will be a good person someday.

The thing that makes Conchita Wurst cool is that you expect to see a joke. The name and the whole thing ('a woman with a beard') makes you expect to see a humorous drag queen show, but then you see her and you realize that she's completely serious. There's something Martin Luther King like about her. It's great.

Anyway. Bus Stop (1956) is probably the most horrible movie I've ever seen. It's absolutely horrible. Everything about it is wrong. It's not only bad, it's sickening. If Satan himself made a movie, this would be it. It makes The Room look good.

I must say that the character that Marilyn Monroe plays in these movies is just something idiotic and sad. She was an intelligent person. For some reason she had to act like this. The character she always plays clearly has serious neurological problems. I mean look at her.

Also.

I almost never watch TV series, but for some reason I started watching Klondike when they started airing it every Thursday. It was just a miniseries. And it was possibly the best thing I've ever seen. I almost couldn't breathe. It was nearly perfect. Every character, everything everybody said, everything that happened, PERFECT. Characters are the thing that make stories work, and all of these characters worked. I mean, I very rarely like stuff! I usually hate everything I see/read, so this means something!

It was a miniseries so I lost this new exciting piece of my existence much earlier that I was prepared to. Now it's gone, and it's very painful. More than anything else, I fell in love with a character named Belinda Mulrooney, who was based on a real person and played by this person. I was on a train when I read the 'personal life' part of the Wikipedia article, and I almost cried. ("Having grown up with animals she became vegetarian at the age of 13. In 2006 she became an ambassador for Australian animal rights group Voiceless, the animal protection institute and has since been an outspoken advocate for animal protection..." Well, you get it.)

Oh my god. (Do I have a god?) This has happened before. A Strong Yet Secretly Vulnerable 19th Century Woman is something that works for me. If strong yet secretly vulnerable 19th century women are reading this, please contact me. I want to sit down and talk.

Anyway. Anyway. The sad question is: who wrote this? Who wrote this series? Who's behind all the genius? I have no idea. Nobody has any idea. Nobody cares. I could google it, but the name(s) would mean nothing to me and I'd forget them in 5 minutes.

This was probably written by a bunch of people who'll never be known for what they did. Nobody cares. It's just sad. I'd rather become a vampire than let that happen. (Become a vampire?)

I want people to know that the words I write were written by me. They are mine, and I'm writing them to you.