The Sopranos and Lexx
On April 11, 2004 I wrote this really long diatribe about The Sopranos and a girl I was watching The Sopranos with who was never able to get the dead weight of southern California out of her head. I found them both, the girl and the series, to be equally "retarded."
A mere three years and change later, I'm a bona fide Sopranos fan. I watched season eight from beginning to end, and then season seven. Now, thanks to the magic of Chinese movie piracy, I've finished seasons one, two, and three. Some of you may rightfully ask,![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
wholesomedick, how could you sell out your principles? One answer might be that I was unable to separate The Sopranos from the bat-shit crazy lady who introduced me to them. Another might be that no one would shut-up about the last season, including Adam Carolla. As many of you know, Adam Carolla lives inside my heart where Jesus used to be.
I think the real reason is Jamie-Lynn Sigler (aka Meadow Soprano). I like her look. It's like Sicilian with a touch of Persian. I don't so much have a "type" as I just recognize girls who have "it." Jame-Lynn Sigler has "it."
( Which brings me to my point... )
Who knows why we actually like what we like? I don't. What self is there to like things to begin with? We're just these conscious amorphous blobs of tissue regenerating ourselves at a cellular level until something breaks. All of life on planet Earth is just one drawn-out BLARG sound of icky biological processes with delusions and consciousness on the top, physics and uncertainty on the bottom.
Go try to hide from reality with your ideas of rights and identity. Something is burning outside my window. I have to go.
A mere three years and change later, I'm a bona fide Sopranos fan. I watched season eight from beginning to end, and then season seven. Now, thanks to the magic of Chinese movie piracy, I've finished seasons one, two, and three. Some of you may rightfully ask,
wholesomedick, how could you sell out your principles? One answer might be that I was unable to separate The Sopranos from the bat-shit crazy lady who introduced me to them. Another might be that no one would shut-up about the last season, including Adam Carolla. As many of you know, Adam Carolla lives inside my heart where Jesus used to be.I think the real reason is Jamie-Lynn Sigler (aka Meadow Soprano). I like her look. It's like Sicilian with a touch of Persian. I don't so much have a "type" as I just recognize girls who have "it." Jame-Lynn Sigler has "it."
( Which brings me to my point... )
Who knows why we actually like what we like? I don't. What self is there to like things to begin with? We're just these conscious amorphous blobs of tissue regenerating ourselves at a cellular level until something breaks. All of life on planet Earth is just one drawn-out BLARG sound of icky biological processes with delusions and consciousness on the top, physics and uncertainty on the bottom.
Go try to hide from reality with your ideas of rights and identity. Something is burning outside my window. I have to go.
