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I caught the last bit of The Life And Death Of Peter Sellers on the telly... and now I'm in a ridiculously melancholic mood. The reflection of my own madness is a little bit more than I can bear, the perfectionism... god, too much.
Of course, I understand that we see ourselves in everything. But I've always been an admirer of Peter Sellers, which is the only reason I switched on the movie.
Friday night television doesn't have much else to offer but cheesy porn, I would normally have been back here working on my comic, or bouncing bits of my own insanity off the walls.
Charlize Theron made a good Britt Ekland, I thought.
In more interesting news, since this blog has become less of an interesting read since it's beginnings in March (I'm trying, I swear, and that might be the problem)... they're selling this amazingly hot substance (hot as in... spicy) which is practically pure capsaicin... 16 mill Scofield Units. I first read about it on my daily comic romp over at Schlock Mercenary...
Wow. 16 million Scoville Units. I pride myself on putting insane amounts of heat in my food (and God's punishment for me being a very, very weak-walled stomach now), but I wouldn't even touch that stuff.
Yipe.
Someone make a spray bottle for that thing... you could have ultra-strength pepper spray almost guaranteed to bring someone down... if not kill them.
Wow.
I'd like to see footage of people brave (or stupid) enough to have tried that stuff.