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Hello? Central casting? I have a question.
Jun. 18th, 2006 | 08:34 pm
where I'm at: basement
headspace: flat, like good wine
noise: Dark Side of the Moon
You know, I'm excited (in a slightly hyperventilating/somewhat appalled way) about the kids they've been casting on Supernatural. I just watched Dead in the Water again and I'm wondering from which Child Actor Farm up-valley they've been handpicking their tots. Combined with the wharf rats culled for Something Wicked, these little urchins present a fine juxtaposition to Typical TV Children. Because, really, this is one odd-looking bunch of kids.
I grew up on BC's west coast; I know we've got our fair share of weirdo cults and psychotic politicians. But nowhere have I seen mentioned that we've been crossing child actors with three-toed sloths and breeding them in captivity. I've worked with kids for many years in Vancouver. So, I know they don't look as ridiculously off-kilter as the little guys Kripke and co have been parachuting into the spn plot lines. C'mon. These little guys look like they're wearing coon-skin caps, minus the caps. Little pelt-heads. Such hair I haven't seen since I went backpacking up the west coast trail and stayed over with my pals the candle-makers and their little commune of tree-dancer/home-schooled/medicine-wheel
Is it the wet weather that grows such lichen-headed moppets? They also seem to be a singularly dour bunch, given to sullen glances and snide asides (when they're talking at all). And wardrobe seems intent on wrapping them in clothes fit for a D & D playing older brother still stuck somewhere in the basement listening to Dark Side of the Moon. You've seen these clothes? They don't FIT. These poor guys are schlepping around in shirts that go down to their knees.
Don't get me wrong, Central Casting. I like the wackiness of the kids; their very anti-Dakota Fanning aesthetic would be charming if it weren't so morose. But you're going give us west coast kids a complex. Or, maybe, a job? *stuffs photo of own odd-looking children into envelope and licks it*
I grew up on BC's west coast; I know we've got our fair share of weirdo cults and psychotic politicians. But nowhere have I seen mentioned that we've been crossing child actors with three-toed sloths and breeding them in captivity. I've worked with kids for many years in Vancouver. So, I know they don't look as ridiculously off-kilter as the little guys Kripke and co have been parachuting into the spn plot lines. C'mon. These little guys look like they're wearing coon-skin caps, minus the caps. Little pelt-heads. Such hair I haven't seen since I went backpacking up the west coast trail and stayed over with my pals the candle-makers and their little commune of tree-dancer/home-schooled/medicine-wheel
Is it the wet weather that grows such lichen-headed moppets? They also seem to be a singularly dour bunch, given to sullen glances and snide asides (when they're talking at all). And wardrobe seems intent on wrapping them in clothes fit for a D & D playing older brother still stuck somewhere in the basement listening to Dark Side of the Moon. You've seen these clothes? They don't FIT. These poor guys are schlepping around in shirts that go down to their knees.
Don't get me wrong, Central Casting. I like the wackiness of the kids; their very anti-Dakota Fanning aesthetic would be charming if it weren't so morose. But you're going give us west coast kids a complex. Or, maybe, a job? *stuffs photo of own odd-looking children into envelope and licks it*