To fully comprehend my new icon, you will have to view its direct inspiration.

On second though... is the icon just too creepy? It's too creepy, isn't it? Sigh.
Edit: I have created a more PG version of the icon, which I will use instead in the hopes that it will deter fewer people from actually reading my posts. The image was callously lifted from ( Read more... )

"Red Right Ankle" and "Of Angels and Angles." I keep playing these same two songs, over and over again; I can't stop. It's tricky, too, because "Of Angels and Angles" is one of the most depressing songs I've ever experienced, in the same way that "Somebody" by Depeche Mode is sort of a drag. Actually, the entirety of Picaresque (the album on which ( Read more... )

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( Behold the mystical power of the Trident Shrine. )

Periodically I will look at someone and consider their dress in the context of a film wardrobe. I'll imagine them as a sketch in the costume designer's notebook, their random details made deliberate, rendered gently in colored pencil. I find it soothing to pretend that the lines of a random someone's outfit are secretly conforming to a neat plan ( Read more... )

thiiiiinnngggssss aaaaarrree oooonnnlllyyy geeetttiiinngg wooooorrrssee.

"Do you have any girlfriends?"

"No."

"I thought you'd say that."

I got into the shower this morning to find that only a sliver of soap bar remained. That was fine; by the time it disappeared, I was done anyway. I thought it curious, however, that it simply vanished. In the end I assumed that it had become thinner and thinner to the point of evaporation. Soap does that sometimes (that or it breaks up and falls ( Read more... )

i don't know if that latte was a good idea.

My pizza will kick your pizza's ass.