Mod Mischief to the rescue again, linking me to all of the Vader Project pieces. The ones they feature on the site were def highlights. I like how
elicited one simple comment on Flickr:
Spotting behind the cash register at Big Lots:
At a Burger King (it’s probably old, I just never eat fast food, ever, so I thought it was funny):
As much as I hate to be so thoroughly “It’s true,” Ikea is awesome. I got some Grundtal tins and swapped out the pictures of foodstuffs:
Also, I guess I could talk a little about myself…
I’M A FUCKING SPACE UNICORN.
Except in my life it was Counter Strike. And a friend and his roomate, not a boyfriend. Because I would never date a gamer in the first place.*
“That dice is so FUCKING GAY.”
“…pretty good for a girl. You got any pictures online?”
Making tacos and drinking champagne for brunch
Decorating the tree
Going out and getting drunk and coming home with finger moustaches
And of course, a peaceful morning recuperating
Also, finally, FINALLY!, here are pictures of the HURBY CURBY YOU’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR.
Please bear in mind I am not some fancy photo-taker – and it rained and rained right after he was done, so I didn’t get too many close-ups of the excellent detail. Please enjoy the following without commentary:
Best Valentine’s Day present EVAAAAAAAAAAH!
Editor’s note: graffiti art something something hence the one straight line
So we have a new bookmark, the first in a while. Ironic Sans. All because of this:
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:
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.”
It’s like a menage-a-trois for my brain.
Life isn’t all flowers and sausages, you know.
And Stormtroopers remembering where they were when the Death Star went is mostly funny in theory.
Or some other SC sucks ain’t it funny ha ha ha reference.
Only, Margie speaks the truths. Peoples gonna haves sex.