“I hit that guy so hard he was impressed with my skill and asked if I needed his services”
“One second everything was fine, and then that GTA fan ran off with my precious baby and some guy’s gun. Please, Corso, he won’t hurt your blaster. At least, a blaster can’t be crashed, but a ship can. I’m so nervous”
“I came here to complete my training, but instead I got into some high school drama, and we’re trying to find out who’s the most popular sith in the Academy. Hey, Vette, I have your vote, right?”
“My whole life has been some hell, but it’s about to change now that I have this big bloodthirsty, grumpy and constantly nostalgic scary guy who eats people. My very first friend”
“Oh yeah, I’m that famous pirate. I do a lot of… pirating… stuff. Oh, you think I’m an impostor? Well, maybe that’s the Red Blade YOU have met was an impostor! I bet he’s jealous I’m prettier than him”
“I left for FIVE minutes, and now everyone is dead because of some dude who has no taste in make-up whatsoever, and the big worm gave the token to some lizard instead of me, what are the odds?”
What are your thoughts on the lyrics of Dangerous Animals?
I love Dangerous Animals. The lyrics to me always embodied a sexual frustration/tension/desire he can’t get to. There are a lot of phrases in that song that fit each other “pinned down by the dark, to my knees you do promote me.” Humbug era Alex lyrics are trickier to decipher, especially a song like this. He tends to bounce around, with long winded ideas and concepts that leave you a little breathless and confused. However, his theme and mood are still cast pretty strong. I always liked in Dangerous Animals how he describes the acrobat falling off the beam, the audience watching. Those lines are consistent with the album’s overall theme and tone, the nonsense and the like… Carnival imagery he refers to throughout the entire album. I have another ask about Humbug, and I will write about this more in depth in that.
Anyway, I’ve always struggled with understanding what his message is in this song. Since I can’t actually go and ask him, and if I could he wouldn’t tell me, I can only guess. Usually my guesses have more confidence but this one I never really was so sure. Because he like steers the lyrics in a different direction out of nowhere. I’ll try my best, but don’t take my word for it. And if you have thought otherwise this entire time and want to disagree with me, you can. I have a very weak argument. I’m not sure if I’m right on this one.
The first verse starts with him fighting with his sheets, or struggling to sleep, because he’s frustrated. The well-told gripe. He just wants a girl. “You should have racing stripes the way you keep me in pursuit.” Gets me every time. I don’t need to explain that. “Then do my knees you do promote me” - he’s almost at her mercy, as if to say being pushed down by this girl is a promotion. (Similar theme in She Does the Woods. “She turns my back to the earth and shows me that’s where I’m meant to be.” I’m just assuming by his consistent bottom position he likes to be… Dominated? Inappropriate. I digress.)
He’s stuck in the dark thinking of this girl. “The light it fidgets though, the thoughts’ll soon revert to you…” He’s stuck in the dark, or presumably at night (another major theme on this album; night time, sleep, darkness) thinking of her again. “About as bashful as a tribal dance” - tribal dances are the opposite of bashful. His thoughts aren’t bashful at all. They’re enough for him to later say “so let’s make a mess lioness.” His head pirouettes, or spins around more than he’d like to admit to himself or to the girl he’s thinking of.
The lines I have always struggled with are his circus sounding lines, which are the ones about the acrobat falling off the beam. Where did it come from? Are his friends the audience, divided, telling him how he should feel about this girl? Is it her friends telling her to stay away from him? Who is the acrobat on the beam? Was he just like… this sounds right I’m doing it? (Maybe?) Those lines always stuck out to me because I couldn’t figure them out. I can’t make sense of them. If you have an idea, tell me. I’d love to know.
Some people/interviewers said that AM was the sexy, raunchy album that was kind of unexpected. I always disagreed because of Dangerous Animals. It’s him expressing a frustration, something sexual and laced in desire he can’t let go of. He’s losing sleep over it. He just wants her, doesn’t know how to get to her. It’s been long enough now, so just make a mess already. That line makes my stomach flip, every time. “make a mess, lioness.” Ugh.
“He and Spade were just induplicable as a team – wonderful together. David is very acerbic and… he’s – you know, he’s a toughie. And Chris is a softie. You’ve got the best of Belushi and Aykroyd, of Abbott and Costello, of Martin and Lewis… You had just a perfect yin-yang situation with those guys.” - Dan Aykroyd
“A fantastic combination of ultimately innocent and ultimately jaded. They are the oil and vinegar of comedy.” - Mike Myers
“They would react to stress in different ways. Chris would get bigger, and David would – there’d be less of David. And I used to say that the amount of weight in the frame kind of stayed constant, you know, in a two-shot.” - Lorne Michaels
“They were funny, they were close, you could tell they were really good friends. And only real – really, really good friends can fight the way they fought. And they’d throw something, and not speak to each other for a couple hours, and we’d all sit there and laugh and watch this thing go back and forth.” - Bo Derek
“And when I’d visit those fools during the [Tommy Boy] shoot, they’d have little fights on occasion, and Farley would [laughs] have a snap and Spade… [laughs] Spade would be scared for his life. They were in love with each other – we all were! You know. But Spade and Farley had a definite… brotherly relationship.” - Adam Sandler
Those fools. The way everyone talks about those fools, and the way everyone smiles so much while talking about those fools.
But David Spade himself, every time he’s asked about Chris Farley, he always gives the same answers, usually “I think about him every day” or some variation thereof, and appears very stoic and tired like he’s climbed these same stairs too many times. It should be noted that this is likely because he once said “if I think about that for more than 5 seconds ill start bawling.”
To the most kind, smart, cool, cute, cheerful, beautiful, charismatic, and hard working dude I know. You bring a lot of happiness to a lot of people and you deserve just as much of that happiness yourself. May you have a great year filled with much happiness, success, and good health.
When I met you, I knew you were special but I didn't realize how much.
Looking back.. the day I met you was the beginning of my life. I had been dead inside and you resurrected a part of me that had long since crumbled to ash. Those days and nights talking were a treasure I shall never leave behind, never forgotten. Laying eyes on you for the first time wasn’t infatuation or love. You are beautiful to look at yes.. but it wasn’t like that. I was looking at you, the you inside, the you I knew from many.. many hours of conversations. I was looking at you wondering if you were even real.. not like the people in my life before you. I was ready for the inevitable when you left.. never hearing from you again. But you surprised me.. and kept surprising me.. then eventually loved me in a way nobody else has or I think even could. You love me for some reason I may never understand completely. I am not this burning star in the night sky that you make me out to be.. maybe a firefly flitting and skirting about you.. but you do make me FEEL like a star when you turn your smile upon me. I am a man.. just a man.. in love with the beautifulness that is you. Today.. you are the best and closest friend I’ve ever had and you deserve to know that you are worth more than you give yourself credit for. You are nothing more than perfectly you..
Summary- you meet John at the winters and basically turn into Eliza during helpless
You stared at yourself in the mirror, wanting to rip this stupid dress off and burn it, put on a nightgown and slip into bed with a book. You were being forced to go to this year’s Winters Ball. Even though you were born into upper class society and raised to be like the people you were surrounded by daily, you hated hanging out with them and them in general. They were all so snobby and full of themselves, well, except the Schuyler’s.
For the past few months, ever since your brother went to war, you’ve been staying with them. You were close to all the sisters, grew up with them. They were basically your only friends growing up and only friends now. About a week ago, your brother sent you a letter asking you to attend the ball. According to him, even if you hated them, you were still a Washington.
The only reason you agreed is so that you could see George again, you missed him.
“I don’t want to go!” you yelled at Eliza as you turned to face her, who was finishing up herself.
“You have to.” she shot back.
“Everybody ready?” you heard Angelica yell. You let out a loud groan as you put on your shoes and headed downstairs.
“Come on, it will be fun.” Peggy smiled, running up behind you and pushing you down the stairs. She loved these things.
just…. murder is also illegal? and arson and theft and a million other things routinely depicted in fiction? the line “we’re going to steal the declaration of independence” doesn’t fill you with unbridled outrage that someone would dare do a crime on tv. when someone is shot in a movie, it does not correspond to the death of a real life human, because they are doing a thing called “acting”. it isn’t real.
depiction does not equal endorsement, and it sure as fuck doesn’t equal the crime actually happening
“Out,” Kent said, in a tone that implied he was being patient. “Do you want to go?”
“Uh –” Kent never asked anyone to go out first. Maybe he wanted to start their second season off differently? “Who else is going?”
Oh. Kent was asking Jeff to go somewhere with him personally, not as a part of a group. Jeff took another breath. “Uh, yeah, man. Where do you wanna go?” There were tons of places to choose from – it was Vegas, after all. Jeff had gone to quite a few with some of the other guys, though he couldn’t say he’d ever gotten out on the floor much.
“Dancing,” Kent said. “I don’t care where, really.” When Jeff opened his mouth, Kent raised a hand. “Scratch that. I do care. No country.”