Month: December 2009
Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie
Enjoy. Unless the word nipple gets you in trouble, SFW.
The “E” is silent, methinks.
Angry face 8-[
It’s interesting to think of a human face as a signalling device, but it’s kinda multipurpose. This link to a study on gender perception and emotion.
brain goes >>pop<<
I freely admit it, I am a fan of the Steampunk Aesthetic
And if you are too, you will LOVE this. SFW.
Success all round
Waffles = success.
Stationery trip = success.
Band audition = success.
Leftovers = success.
Priceless moments with our furry housemates = success.
Laundry = success.
Walking in the brilliant, glorious, dazzling, heart-drenching sunshine for 40 minutes while carrying a mandolin = success.
This line deleted on advice of counsel, but trust me, it was delectable and loathsome, like a verbal confection of the Marquis de Sade translated by Patrick O’Brian and interpreted by Hunter S. Thompson, and afterwards rolled in a dusting of H.P. Lovecraft. Still with me? I guarantee it equalled success.
Watching Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Woods in The Wrestler = success. Evan Rachel Woods supposedly getting back together with Marilyn Manson = you must be kidding = hope he’s quit drinking.
Having transcribed some of Dennis’ interview already = success.
A brief descent into vers libre, big kisses to the one reader of this blog who will actually appreciate this….
the what I do the thinking with, o
it makes a buzz
just like a beehive
teenaged boys have whacked. So much
to think about . life echoes in continuance . life dancing
through doorways . life unfurling its logic . life burgeoning .
life expiring on its own pyre .
life continues
to have that golden glow
Tonight in the fey
the fading moonlight
I am an avatar of the Parking Goddess
soon this divinity will drop
into the day / day
into whispers . into a rush of sea-borne sound . into the pale
and steady light of winter .
My happy day
I will go to a stationery store in the morning and a band audition in the afternoon, and so I am very happy.
Now, waffles.
Octowallopots done got me.
For the love of cephalopods, go here.
Passing observation
The best conversations are the least repeatable.
I just used Wolfram Alpha to find out when the next solar eclipse will be
And that’s May 20, 2012. I’m looking forward to it!
Just a backhanded comment
Young men are all very well, but I prefer women my own age for conversation. Needless to say, my dinner with Katherine poured balm on my wounded soul. Since it was all informational gossip (as opposed to judgemental gossip, and yes, there is a distinct and important difference) about third parties, none of it can leach out onto the blog, but, wow, yeah. Fade into inarticulate gratitude.
And for visuals, this time lapse tour of the alps.
I do not think that word means what you think it means
I went looking for a definition of the word valent, and got this uber-ripped male model instead. Thank you, internet!
sunburn in December
about noon, when I’m feeling very sorry for myself, the phone rings, and Mike says, “Guess where I am?” and I say, “the beach” because that’s what I always say, and he says, “Nope, next best thing, get over here.” SO I WAS SUNBATHING on his balcony and drinking Winter Ale on December 1, and it re-set my little brain clock. That killed a few hours. Mike loved the new chill tune, so I played him the tune it was extracted from. I loves me that Kaossilator.
Home again around 5, called Katie, made her a nourishing dinner of pot roast, yams and broccoli with gravy, and then we went to the Roxy for Red City Breakout, as she has a planet sized crush on the entirely charming lead singer. Got home around midnight.
Complete with my sunburn. Me happy!