You know, I never sabotaged the Olympic Manor spinning Santas. I really define failing at life. I was watching that History channel special, Lincoln, and everything that all the self-important historians speculated that went through Lincoln's crazy head, has been going through mine since I can remember. Except, you know, he actually amounted to ( Read more... )

I'm going through this weird Chopin phase.

Yes, that was significant enough to make an update of it.

Good Omens was out of stock. Also, my brain and general cohesiveness were out of stock. Guys, I'm really not alive!

This really was one of the better Christmases. Since my father and I have each lost our jobs gifts were sparse; one each, but I find that doesn't bother me. I got what I wanted, aside from mental strife and certain relapses (bad, bad relapses), it's been very good. Part of this I attribute to simply deciding I was going to enjoy the season instead ( Read more... )

I'm seriously thinking about checking myself in to a clinic. I was actually happy about Christmas for once, too. I'm afraid to tell the 'rents for fear of ruining theirs.

I found my wonderful pencil. It was just clipped inside my old "drawing bag" which I exchanged out for an actual purse The purse keeps me from going insane because if I'm not going to be doing any drawing, why have a bag big enough to carry a fucking sketch book in? Which brings me back to this damned pencil. Why was I so intent on finding it? It's ( Read more... )

Entertainment Weekly reports that Mr. Whedon is done with the Firefly franchise and has moved on. I thought buying everyone in my neighborhood a copy of the movie for Christmas would help, but alas. So long travelers.

I just went on to book three in the Chronicles of Narnia, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Well, actually I consider it book four with The Magician's Nephew being the rightful first book, but I digress. The first sentence in the book goes like so:

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
I forgot how much I enjoyed ( Read more... )

I lost my drawing pencil. But it's not just any pencil! It also has a pen and an eraser in it! It's very special to me! I had a dream last night that I found it (I also had a very graphic dream in which an asshole shot up my elementary). If I can't find it soon I'll need to go back to Kinokuniya and get another. Someone volunteer and go with me ( Read more... )

Sometimes, every once in a while, some thing happens that makes me ask, "Why am I so fucking awesome?" The tone of my question is... questionable. Just yesterday something happened to prompt that very query. Here are the things I want for Christmas ( Read more... )