It might come as a surprise to you Alex, but even if you said something I couldnt disagree with, like that Nashville has to be considered a high water mark for Altman, regardless of which of his films you prefer, I'd still would prefer to answer questions from an otherwisely charming sligtly over enthusiastic newcomer who asks far too many question than discuss culture with a jerk like you.
I'm a fascist bully that way.
When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time going through my dad's record collection. I guess most of you are too young for that. I was always happy to find album covers or liner notes with naked women, as I didn't have many resources for that kind of thing.
It was actually extremely important to me, now that I think about it.
The Who's "Quadrophenia liner notes were pretty aces, but the naked black lady on the cover of Santana's "ABRAXAS" still has a primal power over me I don't really understand.
I wonder where that particular woman is now. If she's being true to herself, she's probably pleasing and being pleased in a perfect, balanced cycle.
The album artwork of my parents' generation was a Hail Mary from Arcadia that bounced off my forehead and fell to the ground. I was oblivious to everything, and now I just sit and wonder when I'll finally get the one perfect e-mail from Olivia that solves all my problems and closes the laptop of my mind.