So I watched "Love, Actually" again tonight. I saw it at the theatre when it came out last Christmas, and loved it then, even though I had all sorts of minces and quibbles with its easygoing sort of take on love, and its easiness in getting people together, and how most of the people end up with happy endings, except two, I believe, and I suppose I shouldn't let that stuff stop me, and it doesn't really, because I grin and laugh and feel all glowy when I watch the movie, which always pisses me off to end the movie realizing I've been taken in once again and made to "feel good". Hmmph. Anyway. I watched it because Karen M. told me at Wiscon that if the movie of my life would ever be made, they should get that guy who plays the guy in love with his best friend's wife (Andrew Lincoln) to play me. I watched it again tonight looking to see if there was any comparison. I think it's the eyes mainly. He's far fitter than I, and obviously has a better budget to buy his clothes with. But I do like the look of him. How egocentric is that? heheh.
Random thoughts, memories, convoluted therapeutic ramblings, a billboard of love.