Playing with mudpies
Now, with the advent of Sydney's ( spoiler ), I am that much more tempted to try to put together an Alias vid set to the song My Mother Was a Chinese Trapeze Artist.
Oh, come now, listen to the song or take a gander at the lyrics and tell me you don't see all sorts of amusing parallels with our favorite Spy Family. If you follow Alias, that is.
( Lyrics, for your convenience )
Maybe this summer I'll clear up enough disk space that I can actually take a stab at it. I suspect I'll be a lousy vidder, though, since I have a terribly imprecise visual memory. Oh well, I'll have hours and hours to obsess over it. I should get my nifty Decemberists t-shirt soon, too.
Lacking any more constructive pursuits which appeal to me at the moment, I have returned to trying to get Basil of Baker Street and Dr. Dawson happily in bed together where they belong. Sadly, the story insists on having a plot. Dratted plots.
ETA: Here, give the song a listen if you like, it's gorgeous.
Oh, come now, listen to the song or take a gander at the lyrics and tell me you don't see all sorts of amusing parallels with our favorite Spy Family. If you follow Alias, that is.
( Lyrics, for your convenience )
Maybe this summer I'll clear up enough disk space that I can actually take a stab at it. I suspect I'll be a lousy vidder, though, since I have a terribly imprecise visual memory. Oh well, I'll have hours and hours to obsess over it. I should get my nifty Decemberists t-shirt soon, too.
Lacking any more constructive pursuits which appeal to me at the moment, I have returned to trying to get Basil of Baker Street and Dr. Dawson happily in bed together where they belong. Sadly, the story insists on having a plot. Dratted plots.
ETA: Here, give the song a listen if you like, it's gorgeous.