Thursday, August 30, 2007

A Message For Kyle

Kyle, I could have posted gratuitous pictures of Joanne Whalley in the Willow postpourri post (I don't believe she was Whalley-Kilmer until after Willow), but if I do things like that, then I'm tempted to do bad things to mess with you. It's my nature. Like when you worried about Alton Brown's hair on Cate Blanchett and I tried to cut it from this picture of Alton and paste it on this picture of Cate.

But I'm too lazy to learn to use a real photo editor, so nothing got done other than giving myself a severe case of the the willies while making the attempt. But in some cases, you don't have to try very hard to make it work, and you can resort to the Ming School of Photo Editing - five minutes and you too can have a certificate of achievement - to obtain the desired affect. So here you are...a gratuitous photo of Joanne Whalley, just for you. Sweet dreams.

2 comments:

Kyle said...

I wasn't ever worried about seeing Alton Brown's hair on Cate - I think you made that disturbing leap in your own mind after I mentioned that the woman hitting on Dan at the Halftime Wreck had Alton Brown hair. Your own disturbed mental wanderings have no effect on me :)

Besides, with my mad Photshop skillz (a work requirement) I could probably doctor images capable of disturbing you to your very core. Muahahaha!

Scooter said...

You're not disturbed now, but when you're making love to Willow-Whalley in your dreams and wake up in a cold sweat, like Madmartigan after a midnight tenting with Sorsha, the phrase "Wee-low, Wee-low!" echoing in your room and in your head, you'll be so disturbed you'll wish the peck had thrown a stone-inducing acorn at you just to stop the shivers.

Here. Replay this in your head with you as Madmartigan and Willow-Whalley as your love interest.

Madmartigan: Did I really... Did I really say those things, last night, in your tent?
Sorsha: You said you loved me.
Madmartigan: I don't remember that.
Sorsha: You lied to me.
Madmartigan: No, I... I just wasn't myself last night.
Sorsha: I suppose my power enchanted you and you were helpless against it.
Madmartigan: Sort of.
Sorsha: Then what?
Madmartigan: It... went away.
Sorsha: Went away? "I dwell in darkness without you" and it *went away*?