Hitting The Big 10K

That was my status this morning, which makes this my 10,000th LJ post.

Just, whatever you do, don't go wading back in the archives. That's a venture that won't end well for any of us.
(It's dark back there, and there are spiders.)


I've been watching the rather public meltdown of Charlie Sheen with a certain amount of... I want to say 'interest' but that's not the right word. It's all rather sad really, though perhaps inevitable. It certainly isn't the first time.

Waaaaay back in the mists of time, before LJ, before college, some time around the days when 33.3kbs dial-up was considered pretty fuckin' slick and you could smell the boiling hormones wafting like a billowing cloud from the fevered scratchings in my teenage diaries, I had a bit of a crush on Charlie Sheen.
It's true. I wonder now what the snotting hell I was thinking, but there it is. I think it had an awful lot to do with that Disney adaptation of The 3 Musketeers with Tim Curry in it and what is clearly a lifelong preoccupation with men in period costume, but let's move on. I console myself by remembering that this all took place during one of the (at least publicly) sober phases. I like to pretend that this makes it less embarrassing somehow. (It doesn't.)

So yeah, anyway. I've been watching the truly and impressivly psychotic meltdown more with a sense of pity than anything else. He's an utter wank-hat and I don't care how clean you may be at any given moment, you take enough of that junk it's going to have a permanent impact.
Which is a shame because at the points where he's not been coked off his tits he's been in some decent movies.
Platoon, Wall Street, got coked off his tits, made a bunch of shit, got clean, Hot Shots 1&2, got coked off his tits, made a bunch of shit, got clean, carved out a TV career I didn't like but seemed to be popular anyway, got coked off his tits... he's going to go and make a bunch of shit again although, after this current raving lunacy is done with, that point should suprise no one.


That aside, I believe Sarah is coming over shortly. I think I might have figured out how to rescue a fic that's wandering seriously off its rails, and I have made it all morning so far without any coffee. I don't know how that happened and I'm not sure I like it, but it probably explains the headache that's just starting to form.


This concludes my 10,000th pointless yell into the ether.

Congratulations if you've made it this far through the previous 9999 of them.

The disturbing thing is that some of you have...