Archive for September, 2009

September 26, 2009

WANT. I’ve been googling panniers and bustles all day, trying to decide on the quickest way to poof out my pirate skirt – or my Day of the Dead skirt.

Wait, this post should go here.

C’est la vie.  The outfit is fairly understated, all dark purple and black, somewhere inbetween costumey, and costumey realism…and I want it to be big on bottom – but not wear my poor hoopskirt, who suffered tremendously on the adventure to Black Rock City (torn fabric, broken hoops).

No luck finding tooth-out. I want this:

Wax does NOT work.

Per (!@#$%^&*&%#$) usual, all the best ideas are happening at the last minute. Zombie space pirate, panniers, girdle…zombie Barbies  and these ghouly dolls to hang from the trees, what to do with my hair? Hat? Wig? Headpiece?, stencils to give away – my Storm Trooper dress is now my World Inferno Friendship Society dress, with

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on the front and this

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On the back. I can’t decide if I want really clean hair and make-up, or if I want blood and rot.

Oh, and my boyfriends on one of the skirt panels:

The freezer paper method works very well, but I’m not pleased with the paint I’m using:

Too much splatter (it actually looks pretty cool on my nails, emerald glittery green with black splatter), even dry it is too tacky for my comfort – feels more like a huge layer of puffy paint (thick, and I could peel it right off), rather than something that will wash and wear well.

I’m a little skeert to do the front of the dress – meant to get some regular fabric paint when I went last night to get twill tape, but forgot. Am going to turn this

into something for the butcher who was kind enough to give me some freezer paper. I think I might do it on fabric and frame it – maybe cross stitch sampler around it…don’t know. Everything in life is on hold until after Alchemy.

September 26, 2009

So we have a new bookmark, the first in a while. Ironic Sans. All because of this:

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Coincidentally, I’ve been watching the A-Team. Right after Knight Rider. BA wore a LOT – nay, a shit ton, of gold chains.

You may recall he was known for his chains, but I really didn’t truly remember why until the episode earlier in the week, when they put him in the coffin to fly to South America…also, as it turns out, Murdock remains my favourite, and gives me vague, warm tingly feelings I still, as an adult woman, do not understand.

In other amusing news of the morning – ooo, maybe my post-work shenanigans (sitting on the couch in my underwear watching Knight Rider is a shenangigan…right?YES IT IS.) TELL THE FUTURE! I mean, I watch A-Team, and there’s that cartoon. I have a text conversation (while watching Frasier) about making armor, and choosing who/m to style it after (he says Melkor, I say Orc), and find this:

“Dear MR BAGGINS, Fellow Conspirator,

I am Thorin Oakenshield, descendant of Thrain the Old and grandson of Thror who was King under the Mountain. I am writing you to discuss our plans, our ways, means, policy and devices for rescuing our treasure from the dragon Smaug…In view of this, I received your contact through a friend and counselor, an ingenious wizard, who noted you as a Burglar who wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward…When you have agreed please tell us the place where you dwell and send one hundred pence so that we might travel to you…”

He’s a DragonCon’r – which I guess isn’t that uncommon, anymore, and I like the word “explodier.”

Quite possibly one of the most useless, most time-wasting sites in internet history.

September 25, 2009

Instant Bueller.

Wow.

September 25, 2009

Steve Carrell deserves an Emmy or so for Michael. The CW in my area is airing reruns, and Oscar’s “coming out” episode was on. I remember when it first aired, thinking they’d finally reached for the UK’s mind-boggling meta-awkward and wrongness, what with Michael trying to kiss him and whatnot…but last night’s opening, Michael asking Oscar what sort of “feelings” to expect, during his colonoscopy…if there was any way to make it pleasurable for him…hoo boy. David Brent will always be “teh worst,” as the kids say. Michael’s just too pathetic.

Steve Carrell deserves an Emmy for Steven vs. Stephen, too.

Oh hells yes

September 21, 2009

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from Dark Roasted’s amass of Star Wars fun.

It led me to search for “science” on Etsy…we’ll see how that goes.

Sheldon looked h-o-t on the Emmys, last night! I do wish he’d won over Jon Cryer. Heck, I wish Duckie as much success as the next  guy, but RockPaperScissorsSpockLizard ftw.

Know your meme.

September 20, 2009

So that I don’t have to try and explain what a meme is (I mean, seriously, you tell ME what a roflcopter is, and why it is funny), and when I say heelarious things like, “…I’mma let you finish, Three Moon, but Shane has the best wolf pack of all time. ALL TIME!” You also ROFL.

She was, too.

September 19, 2009

IMG_2372Charles Bukowski – “The History of One Tough Motherfucker” February 18, 2009 at 5:25 am (Charles Bukowski, Poetry & Literature)

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat

I took him in and fed him  and he stayed grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway and ran him over

 I took what was left to a vet who said,”not much chance…give him these pills…his backbone is crushed, but is was crushed before and

 somehow mended, if he lives he’ll never walk, look at these x-rays, he’s been shot, look here, the pellets are

still there…also, he once had a tail, somebody cut it off…” I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the

 hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t

touch the water, I dipped my finger into it and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn’t go any- where,

 I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to him and gently touched him and he looked back at me with

those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went by he made his first move dragging himself forward by

 his front legs (the rear ones wouldn’t work) he made it to the litter box crawled over and in, it was like

the trumpet of possible victory blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I related to that cat-I’d had

 it bad, not that bad but bad enough one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and just looked

at me. “you can make it,” I said to him. he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally he walked a few

steps, he was like a drunk, the rear legs just didn’t want to do it and he fell again, rested, then got up.

you know the rest: now he’s better than ever, cross-eyed almost toothless, but the grace is back, and

that look in his eyes never left… and now sometimes I’m interviewed, they want to hear about life

and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,”

look, look at this!” but they don’t understand, they say something like,”you say you’ve been influenced by Celine?”

“no,” I hold the cat up,”by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!”

I shake the cat, hold him up in the smoky and drunken light, he’s relaxed he knows… it’s then that the interviews

 end although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures later and there I am

 and there is the cat and we are photo- graphed together.

he too knows it’s bullshit but that somehow it all helps.

September 18, 2009

via Almost Makes Sense

A movie review I never finished

September 17, 2009

It is very easy for a movie to make me not want to see it. Put the words “Adam Sandler” somewhere on anything related to it. Punch Drunk Love changed that, slightly. I will now see who else is involved, before completely writing it off. The ol’ Freaks and Geeks gang, despite the mediocrity they’re now famous for, got that second look with Funny People.

 

Nearly every minute of the first…where am I? (I’m typing as I watch it) 11 minutes is, how you say…”funny.” Even a prank call, which usually bores me*, makes me lol. No, really, outloud. I, personally, could do with less  penis and balls jokes/references/conversation, but Apatow’s movies are always decidedly not written for or by a woman.  You take the postmodern satirical references with the cock and balls, no?

 

*I went to see Queens of the Stone Age, once. Well, twice, but the first time involved a trip to the beach several hours away. My driver and his co-pilot passed the time with a bowl, a case of Busch Light (or somesuch equivilant) and Jerky Boys CDs.

Like Best Week Ever says…

September 17, 2009

“Willed into existence by the internet…”

Here’s the ones that made me laugh (though not OL) from I’mma Let You Finish:

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(They’re having ANOTHER ONE, if you hadn’t heard.)

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doyoulikefishsticks?

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doyoudoyoudoyou?

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Huzzah.

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Great jorb!

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Ok, now I’mma finished.