010 Don't Let Them Bury Me, I'm Not Dead

... i'm just a really bad actor. My name is Bill Pullman and i have the screen presence of a floor mat. Poor guy. I'm sure he's a real hoot during happy hour at Friar Tuck's but he's an absolute trainwreck in front of the camera. Laughable even during the most serious of parts. And you better believe i laughed out loud during The Serpent and the Rainbow, which we watched during "horror week." Specifically the scene where he is arguing in the graveyard with Dr. Duchamp before they meet Christophe is classic. We had to watch it more than once to fully appreciate him in all of his glory. He would have made one of the scariest movies of all time (according to vh1) into a total joke if it wasn't for Zakes Mokae. Now there's some presence, my friends. Completely believable and unforgettable, and what do you know, he shows up in Monk as the marathon runner, Tonday.

Lately everything comes back to Monk. What a great show. I'd like to talk briefly about the genius of one Ted Levine. It's obvious that he does a swell job as Leland Stottlemeyer, and the character is not one-dimensional by any means. The episode that takes place in Vegas is a great example... where Stottlemeyer gets drunk, solves the case, and then has to try and remember everything in the morning. I still smile when i think about him being forced to sing "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone" while sober. It's just that he's so natural as a police chief. He seems as though he was born to play Stottlemeyer... But wait. This is exactly what I said when I first saw The Silence of the Lambs. I remember thinking, "Who is this total creep they got to play Buffalo Bill?" I thought it was such a career defining role (more like career ENDING) and good luck to that guy when he tries to get more work. I mean, he was born to play that serial killer. And that's what makes a great actor. You give yourself a pat on the back, grow a moustache, and keep on trucking. Ted Levine. He is no Bill Pullman. Bill Pullman would have to grow a moustache 20 feet long to outrun his embarrassment of a career.



While perusing some of Ben Weasel's old posts, i found that he had made the Monk/Lambs connection back in February and mentions it like it's no biggie. Well, i have to say that for a brief second my world was turned upside down in shock.

What is this deal with numbering posts? Well, i thought it would be a neat little cataloguing technique so if i ever have to refer back to a previous blog, i can just use the number. Nerd alert! Yeah, just be thankful that i didn't go the "CFD010" route as if each post was its own little album. And note that i'm rolling three digits deep, baby. That means i'm zooming well past post 100, with my eyes set on 1000. That should be in about 2008. Wow. What will i be doing in three years? Well, what was i doing three years ago? Oh right.

Why are the A and the Q so fucking close to each other on the keyboard? I have this habit of "selecting all" (apple-A) and then "copying" (apple-C) at various points during long blogs so i don't lose anything. The real kicker is that apple-Q quits the whole application! So after I wrote the first two paragraphs of this blog (and they didn't come easy mind you. I mean how much can you say about Bill Pullman?) I went to copy/save and my giant fingers hit Q instead of C. I screamed out loud. I probably woke up everyone in the house... next door.

The A / Q fiasco has me so flustered and it made this all take way too long, so i'm having some more coffee, some cereal, and then it's back to work on recording.

A quick note. I finished the first track of the American Diary EP (One Serious Matchup) last night and i'm heartily pleased! Two more songs to go for that one. And i laid down the last little bit on the next cover, which means, for the next two songs... i got em covered.