warning, teal deer abound

I don't pretend to be witty; I say what I mean, and if it amuses you, great. If it invokes flames, whatever, I need something new to rant about anyway.

fangirl, n: she who knows too much
(trainspotting for the ADD afflicted)

Yeah. Four of you are laughing, and the rest are going "Trainspotting? Wasn't that about drugs?" Yes, dearies, heroin. But it's the term itself. I don't write it all down, but how meticulous must my brain's little secretary be that I can tell you not only how many movies Ewan McGregor has been in, but how many have been released in the US, what's available only in PAL format and which I've seen?! I also own most of them, some originals, some copies, some taped off cable (including one of his tv appearances) and a few in DVD format. What, you ask, is the point of all this? Oh, nothing really. Oh, the point of the whole obsession? Well, have you looked at the man? Hang on while I extract myself from the puddle I've become. But it's not just him. Well, the buying thing is limited to him, but I sat through "Mortal Kombat: Annihilation" just because Ray Park was a stuntman. A STUNTMAN. He wasn't even onscreen. That I even recognize the name Ryan Bollman astounds most, let alone knowing his filmography. When it gets down to it, I'm the grandhigh bitchqueen of all that is being a fan, not because of any one obsession, but for the scope of them and my acquaintance with every tiny nuance of what it is to "know" an actor and his work. I may not stake out his house and go through his garbage, but believe me, it's only because gas prices are high and I'm on a limited budget. I'm kidding. Honest. Dear god, don't take me seriously and report me to the authorities. I'm just joking. "Mortal Kombat," peoples... I can't be trusted...