John wrote:That's very inspirational. You should be a preacher.
Thought about that once,.. for about 3 days, then I arose.
Mmmmm.. uh,.. perhaps I should rephrase that?
But, no. I'm TERRIBLE at convincing people of anything. Of course, that doesn't stop ACTUAL preachers, now does it? But I'm not into hittin' my head against that particular stone wall, thank ya' very much.
What I am good at is crying at "deeply tragic" plot points during highly effective movies/plays/novels.
The Sound of Music, Fiddler on the Roof, White Christmas, Life is Beautiful, Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, It's a Wonderful Life, The Time Machine (Yvette Mimieux version), The Dead (Anjelica Huston), Butterflies (BBC2 Wendy Craig 1978) ,.. but mostly Fiddler on the Roof,.. and Butterflies.
Have you every actually (tried to) read any Joyce (Jimmy type)!? Oh me gaaaaaahd... I've read long bits of Ulysses in a decent Irish accent out loud to myself for hours on end. Usually when feeling sorry for myself for some silly, or not so silly, reason. A bottle of Jameson's nearby always helps, of course. Keeps the pipes luuuubricated.
..I'm just a big cry baby. I also cry during soulful irish pub music and Sean-nós singing.