Yes, that video is a fine and fitting tribute to both actors.
lol good one!
Your girlfriend kinda crushed you there... no offence.
An artist must regulate his life. Here is my precise daily schedule. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.30 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy horse-back ride on my property from 1.19 to 2.35. Another round of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.07.
From 5.00 to 6.47 various occupations (fencing, reflecting, immobility, visits, dexterity, swimming, etc.).
Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20. After from 8.09 to 9.59 symphonic readings out loud.
I go to bed regularly at 10.37. Once a week I wake up with a start at 3.14 A.M. (Tuesdays.)
I eat only white food: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (the white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (skinned).
I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with fuchsia juice. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangulation.
I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my sides and look steadily behind me.
Being of serious demeanor, it is unintentional when I laugh. I always apologize very affably.
I sleep with only one eye closed; I sleep very hard. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.
For a long time I have subscribed to a fashion magazine. I wear a white cap, white socks, and a white vest.
My doctor has always told me to smoke. He even explains himself: “Smoke, my friend. Otherwise someone else will smoke in your place.”
— Eric Satie, Memoirs of an Amnesiac
If I may recommend two other things: His 5 nocturnes for piano and Socrate. Both very great but both a little tricky to find.
"Rather than torturing yourself over what plastic is safe, use an inert container such as glass, ceramic or stainless steel, he suggests."
Maybe start with just glass or ceramic and leave the stainless steel till you've had a few glasses of gin.
cf. Cocteau Twins what do they mean and actually are you sure those are the lyrics?
Somehow the saddest part is the XL New Order t-shirt.
I think there are other plants that also have the spunky aroma but I've tried in vain for years to get anyone else to agree about this - people deny it and look at me funny. So glad someone else has spoken out about this issue. The smell is revolting.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
And what finally do we love more than ourselves?