I love Earl Pfeiffer. He hangs in my bedroom and watches over me, which is awfully nice of him.
The rabbits are OK, but Earl's the only one who keeps me safe.
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Everything you do is so incredibly beautiful. You show your life, but it's hidden at the same time. You are an artist. But your life looks like a fairy land of lonliness. Sometimes I look at your pictures and worry about you. Why is someone so deeply lovely and so brilliant alone all of the time?
Posted by: T. Taylor | February 11, 2009 at 02:55 AM
Wow, you've named a deer head after that pathetic moping alcoholic projectionist from Clash By Night ??? This reminds me of Tony Leung's character from Chungking Express, who carried on conversations with the inanimate objects populating his apartment.
Posted by: Brian Miller | February 12, 2009 at 10:46 PM
Yes, Brian. You know. I swear when you look at him, he looks just like Robert Ryan in that movie -- surly, moody. I'll take Tony Leung. Any day.
Posted by: kim | February 13, 2009 at 09:39 AM
I don't know...I don't recall Tony's character as surly; moody and resigned is more like it. Certainly he doesn't wear on his sleeves the barely concealed misogyny of Earl Pfeiffer. Actually Leung's character seemed quite similar to his unlucky-in-love character from Wong Kar-Wai's other masterpiece, In The Mood For Love.
Anyway, get some sleep, sweet princess !!
Posted by: Brian Miller | February 13, 2009 at 06:56 PM
No, no Brian sir. I meant Robert Ryan was moody and surly and yes, possibly a woman hater, as is Earl, but not towards me.
I'm saying I will take myself as Tony Leung anyday since Tony Leung is sublime...And I do talk to my stuffed animals.
Posted by: kim | February 13, 2009 at 11:03 PM