Musings of a Compulsive Thinker

Nothing, really

I hate these moments, when I sit down to type or write something, and thoughts continually run across my mind, but none seem of enough consequence to record. So I sit here and stare at the page, or in this case the computer screen. I might start to put down words, just to have something there; then I'll decide they're rather pointless, erase, and be left staring at blank space again.

I hate that. I really do.

On another matter entirely, I find myself mesmerized lately by Vincent D'Onofrio. His character on Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Detective Bobby Goren, is absolutely fascinating. He's the only reason I watch that show. And where did this guy come from? Most pop culture victims (and I mean that in the nicest way possible) may have an "aha" moment when I say that in the movie Men In Black he played the creepy bug guy -- the human form of the giant cockroach assassin who ate Tommy Lee Jones. (That sounded really weird.) Talk about versatile. D'Onofrio is well on his way to the top of my "favorite actors" list.

Wow, I talked about something. As opposed to nothing. Go me!

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Labels: everyday, ponderings

posted by the alygator @ 11:45 PM