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| Dec. 22nd, 2009 @ 07:31 pm (no subject) | |||
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| Sherlock Holmes gets grungier and more disheveled every time somebody new plays him. Next time he's going to look like The Dude. | ||
| Dec. 22nd, 2009 @ 02:57 pm My Holiday Wish For All, Damnit | |||
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Moon:
Hi there.  boredAs snowflakes fall on happy little upturned faces and the wassail bowl is flung down decked halls, our minds turn inevitably to how everything is going to hell on hot greased rails. Therefore, here's my holiday wish for the world: 1. Spend less time raging at the extremes, trolls, and obviously manufactured non-issues you see on the television. Shun Sarah Palins, ACORNs, that crazy thing about the President dad sent in email, and Michael Moore. Almost none of it matters, and the people repeating it have no love for you. 2. Instead, look around where you live. Find out what's right and wrong with your town and your neighborhood. Look up who runs things and get to know those people better. Find the local charities and political action groups and see what can be fixed or encouraged locally. It's way harder to be BS'd when you can see what's happening, and way more rewarding to see change. 3. Pay more attention to your local political representatives and their opponents. Encourage what's good and discourage what's bad to them, early and often. It's the best way to deal with the pain of #1. 4. Lose an argument now and then. No, really. Ho ho ho, substitute | ||
| Dec. 22nd, 2009 @ 01:01 am (no subject) | |||
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| Sigil: (oosh) I didn't realize harrisburg was the capital of pennsylvania me: I've long since forgotten my state capitals. As if that was particularly vital information for us to memorize, rather than, say, the Federalist Papers or something. me: Let's see if Google gives me some link based on that phrase. Sigil: There were trivia contests for you to go on towards and all :> me: Nope. Just a link about Levi's jeans. me: I think that says all you need to know about the United States right there. Sigil: also see our Emancipation Proclimation line of jackets | ||
| Dec. 21st, 2009 @ 09:03 am BUNRAISER | |||
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Moon:
Continuing with the Content of Others: The 30 Second Bunnies Present HELLRAISER sleepy | ||
| Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 10:01 pm (no subject) | |||
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| Intricate assemblage sculpture. I did something like this in college, but nowhere near as well-realized. Note to self: must not steal visuals... (link acquired from fountaingirl.) | ||
| Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 07:43 pm Additional animal-related levity in place of upcoming serious content | |||
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| Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 05:53 pm snowbound radio | |||
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| Scottish correspondent on NPR interviewing really little kids and really old people in Edinburgh about their impressions and memories of Christmas and New Year's. One 5 year old, when asked what he would leave out for Santa Claus, said, "Mince pie and whiskey." Correspondent: "Oh, then he'll be coming back next year, won't he?" Most of the kids mentioned "milk and biscuits" but that one sounded like a better treat for the old dude. A 90 year old woman in reply to "How will you ring in the new year?" -- "Get drunk! Get drunk and dance, if I can." Correspondent: "Do you have a dance partner in mind?" Lady: "Oh, anyone, as long as he's got two legs. I've only got the one." Oh, members of the opposite ends of the age spectrum say the cutest things! All Simon wants for Christmas is for me to feed him EVERY FIVE MINUTES not counting naptime. He will have to settle for feather fishing and being kissed on his fat little head. | ||
| Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 01:09 pm oh shit | |||
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| http://omg.yahoo.com/news/coroner-britt she played the best crazy-chick roles ever in her early career. damn. I guess I had a bigger celebrity crush on her than I thought I did or would want to admit to, 'cause usually I'm all "ya. sucks for them. didnt know 'em though", but this is upsetting. | ||
| Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 10:17 am dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria | |||
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| Dec. 19th, 2009 @ 12:39 pm Derby Girls + Science = Win! | |||
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| Dec. 19th, 2009 @ 01:11 pm The Reason For the Screamin' in the Season | |||
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| Dec. 19th, 2009 @ 12:06 am Bourbon! The musical | |||
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| So it is snowing like a motherfucker here and I am home being a productive citizen all listening to 10 year old techno on the college ass radio here. Check it out: ( MT. DISHMORE IS CONQUERED ) This is kind of a big deal, since I have been fighting the doldrums hard for about a month or two and at some point I'm like, "I'm out of forks. Wait! Look at all these dirty dishes! Did I cook Thanksgiving dinner and forget? No, I'm just a SHAMBLES." Anyway, in accordance with tonight's procedures of TCB, I decided to turn all my existing vegetables into soup so that they don't go bad whilst I am in DC for a week (IN THE EVENT that the roads are cleared and I can get there). ( VOILA ) I don't like the angle of the knife in this picture, but the cabbage and the reflection from the water looked better. Oh, and also here is a piece of my kitchen altar 3D collage: ( press here for ancestor luv ) Reindeer girl picture from Grandma C. and photo of glamour-puss Grammy, aged 85 in that pic. She is such a babe. Curious about purejuice's Old Babe assessment. Gma has always had DIFFICULT hair and she perms it. Has since the 70s. The past century's, not hers.So, the soup is decent but needs more broth presence so miso and more spices it is. Acorn squash, onion, garlic, cabbage, celery, quinoa, rosemary, thyme, tarragon, sage, white and black pepper, hijiki, locally brewed hot sauce. I should add the spinach tomorrow. In conclusion, SOMEBODY thought he wanted to go out, but thought better of it. ( OH NOEZ! ) | ||
| Dec. 18th, 2009 @ 05:32 pm me i'll be just fine and dandy | |||
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| Dec. 18th, 2009 @ 06:44 am (no subject) | |||
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| Dec. 17th, 2009 @ 11:27 pm elephant talk | |||
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Moon:
sleepyItalian rock musician sings in "English" that works about as well as the real thing. via 33mhz | ||
| Dec. 17th, 2009 @ 09:44 am URL Blast: | |||
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| Sumerians Look on in Confusion as God Creates World -- Color me most amused. Especially after reading "My Year of Living Biblically" and the section on Creationists. Dude, SRSly. "Xmas" in not a conspiracy to take "Christ" out of "Christmas". Chill out, man. Chilllllll out. And what's wrong with wishing someone Happy Holidays? Is not Christmas a Holiday? I just...don't...understand. Please explain? Christian Group Launches New Attack on Christmas Commercialism. Now, see... I kind of like this. It's nice to see religious groups doing helpful things for the world. On the other hand, Christmas commercialism does put food on the table for many poor families, when they get extra hours or part time jobs during the hectic Christmas season. So, in the end, no idea if they're really helping more than usual... I'm not an economist. I don't know this shit. -- Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. OMG. Eeeeeeeeeee. *birdy hands* *run around in circles* The Sorcerer's Apprentice looks like it will either rule completely, or suck completely. Like most things Nicolas Cage is in. | ||
| Dec. 17th, 2009 @ 04:55 am (no subject) | |||
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| I'm sorry if I made anyone uncomfortable with my last post. I thought about burying it, but ultimately decided it was better to have my feelings known than for nobody to know them. | ||
| Dec. 16th, 2009 @ 09:20 am (no subject) | |||
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| Sometimes I think I shouldn't express an opinion about anything, or any feelings other than to click my heels like a wee leprechaun and smile until the top of my head falls off. And shut up and sit in the corner and die out of the way of people who are doing things and moving the world. I have this daydream that I'm abducted by terrorists, who want to execute me for everything that America has done. That is to say, I've been shit on and excluded by all those good upstanding members of society I grew up with, and now I am ironically being held responsible for their actions. I have another daydream where some bureaucrat with the unemployment office is accusing me of being lazy and ungrateful for everything society has done for me, the same society which tormented me as a child and was contemptuous or indifferent to me as an adult, and how dare I not do my part when everyone has been so good to me? When I work, I'm constantly paranoid that no matter how hard I try to do my job well and to get along with everyone, secretly I am fucking everything up and pissing everyone off and I'll only know it when I get the phone call saying I need not come back. I wonder how people can stay interested in anything long enough to become great at it; I wonder if I'm brain damaged because I'll spend hours or days where I don't want to do anything. I question my validity as an artist because if you're really an artist you absolutely have to draw all the time, and I find myself going weeks without wanting to draw anything, or I'll have an idea and I won't see the point of drawing it because I don't see the need for anyone else to see it. I worry that my mother actually isn't loopy and that I'm just a bad, ungrateful child. I worry about dying in my sleep and being unceremoniously erased from history. I feel like everyone is subtly manipulating me to do what they want me to do, which of course they are. I feel like I'm murdering my fictional characters by not working harder for them. I wonder what would happen if God turned out to be real, and I'm brought before him and asked to explain my lack of faith; and I say, how could I possibly believe in you under the circumstances? and he says that's reasonable, and that I can stay in heaven or go to hell or go wherever, he kind of lost interest in the whole thing a while ago and sometimes goes through the motions but mostly is unsure if what he's doing is right. I wonder if my friends have a high tolerance for cynicism, or if it's just that the rest of the world has figured out what I already knew. I'm frequently surprised by how many people are more bitter than I am. I often feel that when I'm not right in front of someone, they forget I exist. I imagine being a well-regarded artist or writer after I die, because the odds are against it happening in my lifetime. I notice that infamy lasts longer than any other renown. I envy others' sense of self-importance, while I helpfully get out of their way by discrediting myself. I worry my friends think of me primarily as entertainment. I find the human race increasingly alien, and I know my point of view will not be obliged. I'm certain I'll come to a bad end, and will die feeling I've accomplished nothing. I feel I'm failing, that I've already failed, that it was too late long ago. But not from the start. I could have succeeded but I screwed it up... I don't receive the contentment of preordained doom. The same apathy which hinders me also keeps me from losing my mind; I'll know my indifference is killing me, but I won't care enough to get upset about it for long. Sometimes I feel the world is designed to annoy me. I spend far too much time being angry or fearful, or just concerned. I'm coming to believe there is no reward for being good, that it's just a sign to others that you can be used. I rehearse conversations, and then forget everything I was going to say. I sound like a fool to myself when I speak. I get sick of hearing myself, and I can't imagine anyone would want to hear most of what I say. | ||
| Dec. 16th, 2009 @ 10:48 am MetaPlace | |||
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| MetaPlace seems cute so far. Sort of low-end on the virtual worlds scale, but sort of neat that it has a decent building aspect to it, like Second Life. Anyway, if you want to take a look, let me refer you for extra points: MetaLife Registration. | ||
| Dec. 16th, 2009 @ 09:40 am URL Blast. | |||
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| Men in Iran Wear Headscarves in Protest Houses Inspired By Cartoons (And Movies) Sh*t My Dave Says by Tamble - Unfortunately, you must be friends with Tamble to see this one, I think. Partially Clips webcomic. Damnit. Now I have to go back and read the archive. | ||
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