I haven’t published anything in a few days (ok, a week). There is no specific reason, just that I had nothing remotely interesting to say. I know this is based on the assumption I generally have something interesting to say, which is probably a wrong one, but still…
I am just too stressed, too sick and with too many serious things to do to be able to find funny things to say.
Watching Robin Hood (BBC) is, of course, serious business.
Next month I will be going up to Manchester for a photoshoot with the Alt.Studio, which you should definitely check out if you are interested in vintage make-overs and tattoo shoots.
My idea for the shoot is a let’s copy Christina Aguilera copying the Andrews Sisters in Candyman.
I am not going to sing and dance Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Of Company B, even if that always remind me of one epic scene in the Disney TV series Dinosaurs. All children of the 90s will probably remember it, it was when Charlene goes to war as an entertainer and Earl and Roy follow her and dress as women and do the show together.
Dinosaurs is one of the things one should blame if thinks I am a weird person and I should be a normal housewife who watches Eastenders. Other things in no specific order are Robin Hood (Disney), Back to the Future pt1, the Rose of Versailles, Little Pollon (no, I don’t take any white powder of happiness), Blink182 and the Catholic Church.
I want to take blogging seriously, but the whole lot of “what a blogger should do” raise a lot of ethical questions. For instance…is it right to post content just so you keep your blog updated, even if the content is deliberately bad (the accidentally bad happens to everyone)? I think it is a lack of respect to those who spend time reading my deliriums. I promise you that the visits I receive are actually too much for being my single circle of friends who read it because they love me and don’t want to offend me.
I will concede the self-claimed experts a point: I am actually working on a new self-hosted home for this space.
However, this post was meant to be a rant about how freaking impossible it is to find a suit like the one Christina wears in Candyman, which is a beautiful (soft-porn) song with an awesome video.
