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Time again for awesome pictures I've found over the internet lately:

I've never really liked Blythe too much, but this is just adorable and I really, really want it. Click to see all the awesome features of this doll
(and here is a Hellmira doll that is also quite cute)

Disney plans for creating an animated adventure of The Scarlet Letter...
just kidding, but check out the imagery :)

Some peanut related art:

The Peanuts gang

Zombie Peanuts

Girls Drawin' Girls
(from the blog) "By day, women from the group Girls Drawin' Girls are animators and artists for shows such as South Park and The Simpsons. But by night, they draw sexy pin-up girls!"

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Be Stupid!

There are lots of these Be Stupid ads on the site, but I want to share a few of them here
( smart may have the answers, but stupid has all the interesting questions )

I must have this shirt:

But don't get me wrong. I love television.

(this whole entry is copied/pasted from Jezebel.com)

When the market crashed in '29, people were probably kind of shocked. But when our Recession hit, we were ready! Within five minutes, experts were cranking out lists of ways to stay 'fabulous' on a budget, become a "recessionista," treat the economic downturn like the opportunity for fun and self-celebration that everything ultimately is! Who doesn't love to see rich people doling out incredibly obvious tips that anyone who isn't a millionaire has already been doing forever? But for those for whom "not being rich" is a delightful, Marie Antoinette-style novelty, I bring you the Ultimate Recession Guide for Dummies.

Buy Cheap Shit: Buying less expensive stuff seems to have come as a revelation to a lot of people. Like, surprise! There are generics! And bulk prices! And cheap stores like Target! And they make stuff! And you can buy it! And it's kind of like expensive stuff but it's cheaper!
Buy Old Shit:Did you realize that there are actually places where you can buy things that aren't new? I know, this is Big. It may gross you out - this is a recurring meme - but sometimes you can find really awesome things at places like "thrift stores." And "consignment stores." And on "eBay." And via "swaps." (Swaps are very big right now.) And sometimes the old things? Are different from the things you can find in new stores!
You Don't Need To Own Everything! Okay, brace yourselves. There are these things called libraries where you can get books for free. They even have music! And movies! You know what else you can do? Borrow stuff from other people and then give it back.
Don't Buy Stuff You Don't Need: Hard to grasp, I know. But if you think about what to buy, you apparently spend less.
Make StuffThere are many earnest tips about cooking your own food instead of going to restaurants. It is cheaper, you see. Apparently you can also sew on your own buttons and iron stuff instead of getting it dry-cleaned.
Do Less of Expensive Stuff:We know, we know: it's really hard to not take cabs everywhere and not get weekly pedicures and facials and buy high heels. Because we want to, and we don't like to not get stuff we want! But the thing is, that stuff is apparently very expensive and - wait for it - not essential.
Get Crappy, Small Amounts of Expensive Stuff :This kind of thing is really big on these lists. Like, going to expensive restaurants but then just ordering an appetizer or something. Or not ordering wine. Half of the alleged "cheap eats" issues are just this kind of crumminess, which sounds like a recipe for a)hunger and b)depression. Also big: getting free services from, like, massage schools and beauty academies. As someone who has done this a lot, it's seriously no substitute for the real thing.
Be Crafty:Suddenly everybody's really into the novelty of coupon-clipping, and getting airfare deals and early bird specials and various other schemes that seem to take a lot of time and sound like awesome ideas to various rich editors who don't need to do them.
Pretend Being Broke Is Really Fun: Swaps, various at-home functions and girls' nights in are another popular bromide. For those of us who don't go out, sure. I'm guessing the Cosmo brigade whose weekends consist of some SATC club marathon aren't going to really find an evening of Scrabble and Netflix an acceptable substitute. Wait, what am I saying? Those dames don't buy their own drinks!
Don't Be A Moron: Basically, all of these tips can fit under this heading. "Live the way most of us do already" would be another good one. But since we all really enjoy frugality tips from rich people, please, keep patronizing us. It's a form of free entertainment we've been onto for years!

I really miss Persephone. It is too damn cold this year, and it's not even December yet.

Have you ever heard a song play that just sent you soaring back to an era you haven't thought of in a long time?

As the sweet, melodic vocals soothed my surroundings, I remembered my first boyfriend. A little bit of Wolfsheim and POOF I'm back at Beanie's studio, making out and questioning the value of keeping my virginity much longer.

And then the soundtrack changed.

Suddenly, I'm back in my natural habitat. Back in my bedroom, but it's my old bedroom, listening to that good ol' 'picture of nectar' and making a pepsi can bowl with Bethany. When it was no longer needed, it was cast away, under a little end table where I threw all my empty djarum boxes. That was the day I dreamed of making a smoker's paradise (or at least a smoker's suburbia) out of the boxes and butts. I never did. Tape and glue were not in abundance here as they are now. And the smoke has long since been cleared.

Right now I'm lingering in the song that makes me sing in the passenger seat.

Current Mood: lazy
Current Music: Fox in the Snow.......................Rasputina

( lost shoes )

I'm still open for testimonies (see two posts back)

I was sitting outside, reading, writing and listening to music and I looked up. The clouds were tinted in a faint red; a classic sign that I had missed another sunset. But even if I tried, I wouldn't have been able to see it from where I was. The trees are too tall.

Less than a minute later, when I looked back up again, I noticed the faint tint was more vibrant. I took my glasses off to see and watched the sky light on fire, and then fade. It was magnificant.

I wonder if that is like how it feels to watch a sunset.

Current Mood: listening to ladytron
Current Music: Prez gorite, prez poliata, pod zvezdite, nad zhitata

I need to spend more time alone in other peoples' rooms.

I had to go to a Rocky meeting with Jon (for traveling convenience) and I spent the whole time in

deluin's room discovering Saul Williams, rediscovering Ovid, seeing how much surface area was not inhabited by Jesse Custer (respecting privacy, of course), and successfully avoiding everyone at the meeting. Nobody (save a select few) knew I was there. I just did not want to talk to people.

So I read a few chapters of Lullaby, which Rob is letting me borrow, the peach. Then I read a little less than half of Orpheus in the Underworld.

Then I noticed (and I'm not sure what brought me to look up and take note of a book facing a different direction) a book by Saul Williams. I'd never heard his music before and the title intrigued me (see subject). So I sat and read that. It counted backwards from 10 and by the time I'd reached 2, Ames came in for I-forget-why and she played some Saul for me. It was most enjoyable.

Being alone in someone else's room is always an enjoyable experience. Because you get to see who they are without digging into them.

Imagine how much more I'd know of you if you were there, unwilling to face the mass with me.

the ex-cast room ;)

Current Mood: my tooth hurts more!!!
Current Music: All Lovers Lost- Faith and the Muse

The idea that any two people can love one another in our modern age is vulgar to the extreme. The odds are just too low.

The definition of what is attractive is essentially what is fashionable (what is attractive in a women today is entirely different to what was attractive in a female thirty years ago

Love is often about possessing that attractive object – rather than loving a subject.

One thing seems to be axiomatic: life is a succession of idiotic woes, which have absolutely no value in of themselves, and every single human action, human faith, and human behaviour ends in failure.

Current Mood: nihilistic
Current Music: Outside- by Aphex Twin

I was reminded by

serpientita about some really obscure text I did a report on in primary school entitled "Edgar's Ink Wit."
It simply stated the links between Poe and Dodgson (Carroll).
The basis was the ever-catchy riddle, "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?"

There's a ton of answers, one of which leads to the anagram 'edgars ink wit' from the answer 'dark wing site'.

Answers:
(from a late edition of Alice) "Because it can produce very few notes, tho they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front." (notice that 'never' is spelled wrong, so it reads backwards, raven. this was corrected in all later editions, most likely because the editor failed to understand its worth)

Because there's a 'b' in both, and because there's an 'n' in neither. (Aldous Huxley)

Because 'each' begins with 'e.'

Both have quills dipped in ink.

Poe wrote on both.

They both have legs.

Because they both have two eyes/i's.

Because the raven has a secret aerie and the writing desk is a secretary.

Because each in its own way is a dark wing site. (where the anagram came from, along with the anagram "a writing desk")

It understands its tails and quills would nevar worc with the wrong end in front. (more backwards)

Why is a raven like a writing desk ?
Translates in French :
Pourquoi un corbeau est-il comme un bureau ?

Answer :
Parce qu ils font tous les deux de beaux rrou.

wow. that's enough, right?

Current Music: appropriately enough, The Time of My Life, -Sage Francis

Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one getting the steam.
Some of you are screennames/friends, some of you are friends/screennames, and some of you, I'm sorry to say, are just screennames to me. I don't dig into your personal life, I don't pay attention to your wrongdoings, however blasphemous they could potentially be to me. If you're a nice person, there's a good chance I'll like you and befriend you, or add you to my list of screennames.
I don't think I want to get into my personal complexities here, but just know, that if you don't approve, tough shit, I'm sorry you don't agree with that part of me. I love you guys, but I don't do things for the acceptance of others. Yes, I take your opinion into consideration, but it's going to take more thought to change my mind. Thank you for bringing certain facts to my attention. It really has given me something to think about.

And why does my mum's sociology term paper suck???

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Frater Ave Atque Vale

When was it decided that when I reached a certain age, had sex, or what have you, that means that I must always be thinking of sex when thinking of a boy. I can never have beautiful or pure or platonic thoughts. No boy can be a friend and just that. How unheard of. No way can you not think of fucking his brains out, no sir...

Why can't I have sweet, pure and beautiful thoughts? Why is it so hard to believe that I don't thrive on sex? That I like the mushy gooshy more than the fooley kooley? There's so much stupid sex everyone thinks I should be obsessing about when all I want to do is look at the stars, hold hands, kiss sweetly, dance in the snow and ride off into the sunset eating doritos!

Please let me be the sweet one again.
Let me be the naive child who can see something pretty and think it's beautiful.

Current Mood: blue, but I saw my hook today
Current Music: if I ever leave this world alive, by flogging molly.

Today I joined a local writer's guild and [there's a fly... one moment] coincidentally, they started a book club the very same day. There were only 4 of us because of the weather. We each picked 2 books to put on a list and we voted.

I convinced them to read Chuck Palahnuik's Choke :)

I am a mass of productivity! I got a job (possibly two soon) and joined a book/writers club!

Oh, and the fly? It landed on the blinds. When I hit it, it was gone and a tiny fly was in it's place. Alive. Feh.

Current Mood: productive
Current Music: Plasmatics

Thank you for the whoo hoos, congradulations, and zips for my upcoming job :) Of course when James (the boss) called me to ask if I could start my training early, my sister decides that her car is broken so she takes mine, imobilizing me, since it's too cold to hitchhike.

Anyway, mum put plastic on two of the three windows in the computer room, which means my fingers won't freeze as fast. But they're damn frozen right now, so I'm going to make this quick.
I wrote this last night at 5:37am. It's an incomplete thought, but I decided to try sleep near the end.

Living in a time of such rapid change, our future starts looking pretty meek. The world is changing right before our eyes, every day. It's going by so fast that we have to live in the moment. The world is being so clouded over in material desire that we can't see an inch in front of our own noses. So we become busy trying to build careers around us and forget to work to build a future for everyone.

But that's all we've got. And for some reason, it's always been that way for as long as I can remember, and longer still. I believe it was Chaplin in "Monsier Verdoux" who said, "Life has no meaning. All we have is desire." And he's right. That's how life is. Meaningless and filled with desire. I just wish it was more fundamental. Mostly, I just hear "What do I want?" while I'd rather be hearing "What do I want to do?" What do I want to do with my life? What do I want to do with the time I've got? What do I want to do right now?

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: I think I can, by the Pillows

In a crowded bar, it's surprisingly easy to be invisible. I've had much practice to begin with so it was fine being anti-social last night. I didn't particularly want to be there. I would have walked over to

happymachines's house if it weren't so fucking cold. But it was, so I sat on the couch the whole time trying to acheive a proper view of the 4th dimention, or achieving catatonia, whatever.

It's funny how many people will show you they don't really care, by sitting by my side, and asking me "what's wrong" and before I get to say anything, they get up and walk away. I had two, maybe three conversations with people that did care, but it was mostly listening. I didn't mind.

It wasn't a bad time, I just didn't care anymore. I felt I shouldn't have had fun because there were quite a lot of friends there that night, and you know what that means... just that many more friendships I could potentially fuck up by being me.

But I smiled because I wasn't having a bad time. I did like being out. It was cool. I just had nothing to say, I guess.

Current Mood: itchy
Current Music: You're Driving Me Crazy- by Squirrel Nut Zippers <3

In every group, big or small, there is always a person who sits alone in the back, not engaging in conversation. This person is surrounded by peers, yet is isolated and listening to the mumbled conversation going on around him. More than anything, I'd like to not be that person.

This kind of solitude gnaws on the very essence of my soul. Tears me limb from limb inside my head. My mind rages with contempt for others and myself. I feel demeaned, disserviced and imprisoned for crimes I did not or did not know I had committed.

And this loner, this freak, the one you can not see unless you look for him cries. He knows many truths about them all. Their security, their futures, yet no one really listens. It doesn't occur to them to acknowledge.

I feel like a highly contagious disease sometimes. They must all keep their distance for fear that they will become infected. So I am left alone, chosen to be the wallflower. I am a keeper of many secrets, though few of them are my own. And I do not share them unless asked.

Nobody knows what's going on in my shrill little mind. No one asks. No one wants to know. Possibly not even myself. I want close friends. People I can act any way I want around and they'd just know 'that's just fawn' and I could have fun and not interfere. But that is not the case. I cannot be that person, save with a select few friends. So I sit back, and stop trying, and will always be 'the other friend.'

When blue serene comes from above
And the air is thick with a cold fusion
I look up at the sky
Who looks back at me with a million glittering eyes
And I remember last time I stood here.
His face was soft and sweet
Almost obscured with beautiful raven locks
But when I kissed him, he crumbled to the ground
If I stayed still, I wouldn’t hurt him anymore
And then the crumbs blew away in the wind.
I looked up at the night sky
And I know those eyes will keep my secret safe.

my first poem in a long time. short and to the fucking point.

Current Mood: I wonder what this pill does..
Current Music: God is God- by Juno Reactor

Zach:
now, by all animated disney movies, does this include toy story one and two, aladdin, snow white, cinderella, pinocchio, the rescuers, robin hood, peter pan, dumbo, and sleeping beauty. and while i dont remember both movies clearly enough to say for sure, i dont believe the parent died in either beauty and the beast or the little mermaid.

diello:
sorry, I wasn't clear... a parent usually dies, or the main character lives in a single parent home (or in the case of peter pan, a no parent home, with an entire band of kids without parents). Toy Story was More Pixar than disney, and likie monsters inc and finding nemo, it shouldn't count. Cinderella's father died, Aladdin was an orphan until the third movie, Jasmine,Ariel, Belle and Dumbo had single mom/dad.

I shouldn't even get started on snow white and pinnochio, but I will. Snow White lived in a castle as a princess, but there was no mention of her parents, just that she lived with a wicked witch, who tried to kill her, and nearly succeeded until some necropheliac came along and tried to make it with the dead girl. I'll bet he was disappointed.

Not only does pinochio have no parents, but the undertones of old Gepetto wanting a boy so badly that he carves one out of wood is downright creepy!

In Robin Hood, they were all adults. There was a band of kids, but they had no major role. Same with Rescuers. I never saw the first one, but in the second, the kid runs away from his parents and an eagle takes him under his wing as a parent-ish (close enough) and is then hunted.

Did I cover it all?

There's that really pretty time of day in the summertime when the whether is just right except when you're driving with the windows down. The sky is blue and the clouds are pink. Not like a faded pink, but a real strong pastel, if that makes any sense. It's so beautiful. Have you ever seen it?
Then I get a little down because I realize those are the moments right after the sunset. I've never seen the sunset. I always wanted someone I love to take me to a cityscape rooftop and show me my first sunset. I doubt that's going to happen. My boyfriend hates romance like I hate god, and everyone else is full of broken promises. I dated a few people who promised to show me the sunset, but it never happened.
I've stopped believing in good things to happen to me. Right when I decided I didn't believe in things anymore, things started happening. Jon held me so warmly and smiled. Mum called with news of callbacks from applications I put in a few days ago. I started laughing again. I haven't felt so good, so free. And all it seemed to take was the realization that I shouldn't believe in anything. Things sure are easier to deal with. Building up my hopes with beliefs just screams 'tear me apart.'

So this is it. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? All I know is that I believe in nothing. And somehow, giving up was the easiest thing I've done in a long time.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: beethoven- 9th

When faced with a tough decision, do you ever simply ask yourself "What Would Jesus Do?"

Or do ask the entirely more relevant question "What would the product of 2000 years of physical, mental, and social evolution since Jesus do?"

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: southern culture on the skids

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