We're all set for this weekend, and now it's just four more days to get through. We're leaving at like 1 am on Friday so we can stumble in to the Maker Faire at 10 a.m. Aaron has signed up for about 12 classes; I think I signed up for six. Silkscreening, sheet metal, a light-up bracelet, needlepoint. So amazing ( Read more... )

I was on my way to Old Navy (yeah, I know but I appreciate that they sell clothes for people with boobs, and oddly, I always walk out with something in black lace) yesterday when a song came on the radio. And I thought, good lord, Terrence Trent D'arby is back! This is probably worse to admit than shopping at Old Navy but I have a soft spot for him ( Read more... )

I've been sampling them for like an hour because I really can't decide which one to get. They're only $2. I'm probably overthinking this ridiculous purchase ( Read more... )

I made a CD for an exchange tonight. I'll make and mail copies for anyone interested. I'm too lazy to type a full list, so here's a shortie: Of Montreal, Magnetic Fields, Wolfsheim, Rasputina, Lush, !!!, CocoRosie, Mirah, Gogol Bordello, Clap Your Hands, Concrete Blonde, etc.

So yeah, motorcycle class? I fucking tipped over my bike. During the test. Automatic failure. Big ol' knot on my knee. Handlebar-shaped bruise on my boob. Scrunched toe. Ouch. And I fucking have to take the test again ( Read more... )

I just applied to two jobs. The first would have me come full circle in a very funny way, and I wonder if I'll get called just because of where I work now. The second is so exciting I'd actually be willing to drive to LA for it. Like really exciting, not just "I want to be paid more" exciting. Cross your fingers on that one.

Please visit me on Etsy: faunafrailty.etsy.com. I've got five sterling silver bracelets for sale.


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I'm just not sure how I've gone this far in life without knowing that Amber
Von Tussle from Hairspray is Vitamin C ( Read more... )

What's next? Getting rid of minimum wage? I'm sure he'd like to.
Bush lifts wage rules for Katrina

But this headline is cracking me up. Because all independent films are about gay cowboys eating pudding.

I just posted this at dland:
I had some dream this morning that revolved around Rumble Fish and some psycho greaser chasing around little girls. I don't even know what that was about.

I also remember a dream in which I was fighting with A. about how this is the era for great design. (Thank you for reminding me of it with the last line of your ( Read more... )