Nah, just go with Eastwood if that’s who you really want. I think it’s interesting to hear how people imagine themselves. Who knows your inner voice and intent better than you?
I picked Woody Allen, but I’m not a fan of his. I actually don’t like him very much and I think even his best moments in film are painful for me to watch. When he rambles around, changing his topics all over the place, tells barely funny jokes that are couched in between a bunch of pseudointellectual BS, I am quite ashamed that I recognize my inner voice in him. But he is spot on what I imagine when I write my posts and later read them.
If I let Fluther pick for me, I’d be Lewis Black, screaming and blowing a gasket every few lines in every post I write. I don’t know why I’m coming off like that. It’s certainly not how I feel when I post. He’s not what I’m trying to convey to the world. When people read Lewis Black into my posts, they are not reading them the way I meant them to be read.
I don’t know why there’s such a disconnect. Perhaps it’s due to poor writing skill. It could be because I like to use capital letters to highlight the part of my post where I’m waving my hands around in a verbal conversation. I don’t know why I’m just minding my own business, posting my usual inane blather and someone chimes in with “Calm down. There’s no reason to be so upset.” or something like that. I think it’s happened like..3 times this week… And I mean with 3 separate people. One person in particular got all freaked out by my “anger” five times in a row or something
Of course, now that it’s happened 3 times this week, NOW I’m getting all cheesed off. I can feel a little vein popping… WTF? “Calm down”... AGAIN with the “Calm down!” Rage? I got yer rage right here, buddy! (Even as I write that, I’m not really that angry. I happen to find what I just wrote really funny. I know nobody else finds it funny, but I can’t help it. That made me laugh right there.)
I don’t know why I’m coming off all shouty and mean. That’s not at all the way I hear it when I write it. Imagine Woody Allen… annoying, whiny, rambling and not nearly as funny as he thinks he is. Because that’s who I a when I’m writing. I’m not Lewis Black. I’m not Sam Kinison I beg you not to respond to me that way.