As if I needed another reason to hate this place.Seriously, I mean, I certainly have a lot of things to be ashamed about regarding my own country and heritage, but that "Black Venus" stuff would make most self-respecting Southern slaveholders vomit onto their Confederate flags ( Read more... )

I came home from work the other day to find that Alexis had built us shelves!


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Beverly chewed her way out of the hamster-proof hamsterhouse!


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I got this little beauty for 25€ at the antique market at Montmartre,


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I got the first two patterns from a cute site that I'd love to advertise, except I lost the url :(


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It's amazing how listening to the Boredoms seems to increase my output by at least 50%.

But, then, when you're finally writing about Les Chants de Maldoror, after years of it being your favorite terrifying proto-surrealist book, nothing can stop you. NOTHING! ...except garden vegetable frittatas.

Gregaldur is best!

I saw him open for Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, with incredible shadow puppets by Super Splendeur.

Also, Alexis and I are seeing the Wizard of Gore tonight at midnight.

Sick.