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Welcome. Hello.
Yes, locked, henceforth and forthwith. Drop a comment if you like, but really, I'd like to know who you are in the real world before I go blabbing at you on the interweb.
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Wherein I expound on my own navel:
So anyway. In response to Scotty's open letter that I'm sure most of y'all have read, here's the rest of my two cents (some of it copied-and-pasted from comments I left in other LJ posts on the subject, because, hell, why type it twice?) Much of it probably said recently (and better) by others, and all of it very blathery and straying frequently ( Read more... ) -
Hey NYC!
Does anybody happen to have a couple of folding beach or lawn chairs we could borrow for the Pinchbottom show on Friday?
(I know, I know, who in New York City actually owns lawn chairs? And more importantly, why do the neighborhood dollar stores think they can charge $18 for new ones?) -
A gift of sorts.
I'm not usually a huge proponent of kittens, since they grow up to be cats and destroy my couch.
However, en masse these little buggers are mighty cute; so if you're having the sort of day that they might help, then consider them my gift to you ( Read more... ) -
Best quote of the night:
"Holy fuck. The douchebag has an entourage." -
I say to you:
Is there anything that doesn't look better covered in silver spraypaint? -
Hand-beading ...
... and now I realize why nuns go blind doing this shit ...
