Gary Oldman is not to be confused with Gary Oldman (II) who is my kitten. I named her after Gary Oldman the actor, in case that wasn’t obvious.
This is the one and only, true Gary Oldman.
My Gary Oldmanism for the day: Gary Oldman said, “I enjoy playing characters where the silence is loud.” Ok Gary Oldman, that’s awesome. So the phase of Gary Oldman that is me involves the actor part of him who is kind of a shapeshifter, and for me, when I’m quiet, inside my head it’s never quiet, inside my body, it’s very loud, but nobody knows this about me.
And this is my evolution based on these few Gary Oldman’s acting roles:
Wall Grimm’s Gary Oldman Evolution
1. punk drug addict
2. philosophical pawn doomed to die
3. assassin of my Superego (when the president is like the Superego, and the country is like the one person being dominated by the Id, like the assassin, it would be the Id who would do it, not like an entire country would be an amalgom or a conglomerate or collective, but…shut up Grimm…moving on)
4. yeah, a vampire, well I talked before about how I wanted to be a vampire because it was death but not quite suicide, and the impaling bit goes too deep (pun) for me to feel motivated to get into right here and now
5. attempting to compose my life and going mad in the process
6. condemns my own spirit to a long, slow death
7. cuts off my own face, removes the old mask (oldman mask)
8. ESCAPES FROM AZKABAN!!!
(we won’t talk about the slipping through the veil or anything like that, because I’m still in denial about that)
Gary Oldman, man, you’re fucking awesome.
wtf BWAHAHAHAAAA that is one messed up video, wicked fucked up
First I have to say, Gary Oldman is cool as shit, he’s awesome. Damn he’s cool in the video. This is the Gary Oldman in the days of Gary Oldman film yore, he’s kick ass. But this video, nuts, but hilarious, and there are some hot girls in it. The song itself is either classic Bowie, not Ziggy Stardust, but 80s Bowie, and the whole thing kind of reminds me of The Killers too. But yeah, nuts. Not for the religiously sensitive. But honestly, it’s one of those videos that just throw tons of symbolism in it and you can analyze it to death, and it would be fun doing it, but really it means nothing. It’s just an amalgam of symbols that are what you make of it. Either way, Gary Oldman is fucking cool.
When you see Gary Oldman these days, this is pretty much what he looks like:
He looks so happy. And that’s good. This guy deserves to be happy. I say that because he’s fucking awesome. People ask me why I named my cat Gary Oldman, and I say because Gary Oldman is fucking awesome. In polite company, I say because Gary Oldman is awesome. He’s a top notch guy, there doesn’t need to be an explanation.
Honestly, I don’t know much about him or his personal life. I can just tell. And even though he’s huge, I still think he’s both underrated and underutilized. He’s had a career that didn’t lay him out with a series of typecasts, there is that. His roles have been diverse. But still. I think he needs even more recognition. He needs to be Sir Gary Oldman. Or Lord Gary Oldman. Yeah, Lord Gary Oldman. That’s what I’m going to call him from now on.
LORD GARY OLDMAN:
Gary Oldman said, “What other people think of me is none of my business.” Or so the internet claims he said it. I like this quote and I’m going to draw on its powers. These past couple of years I’ve gotten harder and harder on myself, and I’ve figured people just see me as a loser and irresponsible and unreliable and etc. etc. etc. Maybe they don’t. Maybe that’s just how I see myself. I didn’t always see myself that way, only these past couple of years. And even if others see me that way, it doesn’t fucking matter. Fuck them. Fuck them all. I know who I am. I know what I’m capable of. I’ve just been in a rut. But I’m coming back. And I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Except maybe for Emma, but that’s a whole different story.
Anyway, it’s none of my business what people think of me because it should have no bearing on how I see myself or how I think or behave. I am the ruler of me and I don’t need to apologize when my mistakes only affect me. If I hurt other people, then I should apologize. But otherwise, I just have to live my life to the best of my abilities, get out of this rut, and be who I am, true to me, without hurting anyone in the process. And for that matter, it’s none of my business what I think of me either. Who cares what I think. I have no say in it. I can be a real asshole at times. I have to learn to ignore myself in that sense.
Thanks Gary Oldman for more words to live by.
I want to be Emma’s dog.
According to the internet, which is like a modern day Confucius to a shitload of idiots, sometimes including myself, Lord Gary Oldman said:
“I was quiet, a loner. I was one of those children where, if you put me in a room and gave me some crayons and a pencils, you wouldn’t hear from me for nine straight hours. And I was always drawing racing cars and rockets and spaceships and planes, things that were very fast that would take me away.”
And I don’t really have much to say about that except it kind of reminds me of me as a kid. And I’m still kind of the same way, except with a journal now, and my harmonica, and Gary Oldman (II). And that’s all I need. Ok now I have to include a Steve Martinism.
WALL GRIMM’S FIRST EVER STEVE MARTINISM
From the film “The Jerk”:
“I don’t need this or this. Just this ashtray… And this paddle game. The ashtray and the paddle game and that’s all I need… And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that’s all I need… And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control, and the paddle ball… And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game, and the remote control, and the lamp, and that’s all I need. And that’s all I need too. I don’t need one other thing, not one… I need this….”
I love that fucking film. And my dick is sometimes my special purpose too.