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| Sunday, July 19th, 2009 |
meetzemonsta
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1:08a |
Tonight, at three a.m., I am going to be heading over to Frankenstein comics in Woodbury for a 75% off sale. I have unsuccessfully attempted convinced myself that this is purely a social experiment to see what kind of unwashed you can't marry her, Aquaman! you're from two different WORRRRRLDS! kind of nerds show up, but the sweet siren song of graphic novels at a fraction of their cover price is all too alluring. After replenishing most of the comics I lost when I split up with my ex-husband, I was kind of at a loss for what to do. Five years saw me going backwards in time and buying books I no longer owned, not paying attention to anything new coming out. So now, my collection has been fairly rebuilt (I'm really only missing some Hellboys, at this point, mand I bought the Engineer all the Preacher graphic novels, so they're at least within easy reach) and I'm not really sure what to start reading. All of the other titles I read ended in the past few years. Or, like Hellblazer, are slow to publish graphic novels. I've started reading Fables and Reflections, purely on a whim. And it's half-decent. There's a serious twee-ness to it that I'm at odds with, but the stories have been attention-holding so far. I'm four graphic novels into the line so far. Last time I went to my regular pusher comic book dealer, I picked up something called Wet Moon, which was sweetly teen-goth, pretty pretty pretty, and angsty. This always makes my inner fifteen year old baby bat squee excitedly and flap her hands. But other than that, there's been noting new that's caught my eye. The Engineer keeps trying to convince me I'm going to enjoy The Punisher- Max or is it Maxxx? I haven't the faintest notion. All I know is that the silly man refuses to listen to me when I tell him that in fact, no I will NOT enjoy reading that comic and because Punisher is a giant pile of shit to please stop bugging me about it. Not even if there was a shark on one of the covers. (There really was. It was a last ditch effort to get me to listen.) So, what the hell should I start reading? Current Mood:  I really need to get an iconCurrent Music: to indicate when I'm talking about comics. I'll use my video game one, instead. |
| Saturday, July 18th, 2009 |
vixdraw
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8:54p |
And the obits keep coming. . .
Walter Cronkite passed away late yesterday at 92. For those who weren't around during his tenure, he was the CBS evening news for 19 years. There's a wealth of info out there; fire up your search engines. Current Mood:  nostalgic |
volare
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2:22a |
Since there's now half a thunderstorm worth of water in my house
Thanks to this, can ANYONE come by today and help us get all the soaked, ruined stuff out of the soaked, ruined attic? Not like I can fucking do it. Do NOT post "dude that sucks, sorry i'm busy" here. If you can help, come help. Fuck life. Fuck everything. I can't take this shit anymore. There's only so many times I can get kicked in the face before I decide it's not worth getting up again. Current Mood:  defeated |
| Friday, July 17th, 2009 |
sanshryi
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6:22p |
just waiting around to die
so i went to littleton for the 98th time in the last 3 minutes. i hate reality. failing okcupid for the foopienth time. |
| Thursday, July 16th, 2009 |
liontaris
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11:09p |
Alone
I feel disconnected and alone. I feel that nobody cares anymore. That is all. Goodnight. Current Mood:  depressed |
triplesiks
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3:56p |
Happiness Abounds/Communist Dander
hello all, hello wall, I can't believe it's been 2 months. ( Read more... )As always, thanks for stopping by and checking it all out. Please feel free to leave comments of rejoice, hatred, pleasure, whatever. P.S. Yes, that is Hil Clinton |
mut
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7:26p |
Another toe in the bicycle ocean
Today was forecast to be one of the hottest days so far this year, so naturally I decided to try biking into work once more. I had a couple of advantages compared to last time, though. First, I have a computer at work now, so I didn't need to take laptop + laptop bag + mouse + backpack + kitchen sink with me. And second, I'd spotted a nice cycle route which kept me away from St Genis and its hills, cars, roundabouts, etc. It turned out to be a pleasant ride, and I made good time. Must do this again! |
quasiskunk
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12:06p |
1969
Jets win the SuperBowl. Mets win the World Series. Man blasts off to the moon. I was 6 years old. I don't remember the Mets or Jets winning, but I do remember Apollo 11 taking off. And landing. And Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. 40 years ago. The most incredible achievement for Humans. Ever. Current Music: Walking on the Moon -- The Police |
| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 |
vixdraw
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8:15p |
Went movie watching. . .
Public Enemies Just goes to proves the acting versatility of one Johnny Depp. I highly recommend it for anyone who is into the gangster film genre. Ice Age (3D) While most sequels are box office disasters, others turn out better than the originals. This film was wilder and funnier than the two that preceded. And the 3D only amplified the outing. For Everybody! |
sharkcowsheep
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5:02p |
In brightest day, in darkest fresh-squeezed glass...
Check out my Citrus Lantern icon! Thanks Kat! SDCC is coming... ...and I am afraid. Not actually. :D Well, not mostly. I admit to a little trepidation--last year, the population of things was such that it began to become genuinely troublesome to do and see things, and not just the super-popular things that are expected to be trouble to do and see. This year it looks to actually be worse. SDCC's place as the new E3 is cemented ever more solidly, it seems. I am going to be spending a LOT of time in lines. And in smaller panels that are next door to the one I really wanted to see before I got there and realized people had been queuing up for an hour and a half. At least it should be good brainstorming and drawing time. |
quasiskunk
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12:30p |
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| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 |
misshatter
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7:22p |
Cha-cha-cha-chaaanges
Let's recap a little! Last Saturday, I went to see Chris Pine (New Cap. Kirk) in a sweet ass play called Farragut North! It was pretty damn good, and he was pretty damn fine. We sat in literally the last row in the theater, which luckily wasn't terribly large, and passed Lauren's binoculars back and forth to get a clearer view. The play features Pine's character cursing liberally and just generally being a full-of-himself bad ass, and it was totes sexy. Granted, by the end of the play, I very much would've liked to kick his character in the balls, but what can you do. Everything revolves around Pine's character Steven as a political press handling guy and his boss played by Chris Noth (Mr Big). Steven ends up talking to the opposition w/out telling Mr Big, who gets pissed off, and the move generally makes their press team and the candidate look bad if it leaks out. Long story short, Steven and Mr Big mutually throw each other under a bus and neither one comes out on top. It helps that I got to see Chris Pine looking really attractive and smiley from less than 10 feet away from me. He mostly ended up talking to family and friends who stayed behind to say hi, and then was ushered into the VIP room quickly because Martin Sheen was in there. Stupid Martin Sheen with his sunglasses at night and his tacky Hawaiian shirt stealing my Starship captain time! In newer news, I'm apparently moving! In another crazy scheme, my guy friend and I are going to split a two bedroom apartment. This would save me $150 a month on rent, is in a much safer neighborhood with safer parking, and has air conditioning. Of course, I'd be sacrificing my pretty retro apartment, but I'm feeling generally cramped here and it would be nice to have a living room for once. I called my aunt about this, thinking she'd be happy to hear about the big monthly savings, but she's kind of freaked out instead. One, I'd be living with a guy. He's in a stable relationship with a girl who I think is totally awesome, so that's not really an issue. Two, she wants me to keep my options open for moving elsewhere, which I totally understand. I don't want to be in LA much longer, but if it comes to it, I'll help him secure another roommate to take my place if I need to leave. He's clean, responsible, and we see eye-to-eye on most stuff. He's also a fellow animation major grad, so I see us being able to reasonably collab on a project while we're both floundering our way into the industry. Another bonus is that I'd be living in the same building as Emily, who I lived with at the beginning of summer. That would be sweet. I like having easy access to friends. Generally, I can see how things might not turn out well, like him having to live off of his savings because he doesn't have a job yet, or me having to/wanting to move away, but I'm willing to give LA another year of my time if it means I have a bit more time to work on a personal project and be near my friends. The only issue is that the move is going to be rather sudden, which is sometimes really hard for me. I generally have a hard time leaving a place. I like nesting, even if I realize it isn't permanent. This might be just enough change to force me into doing something more constructive with my time, though. We'll see. I never know what I'm doing. Current Mood:  contemplative |
badtz_maru
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12:11p |
a middling ground
one, two. one, two, three. two is the one between one and three, the one holding two hands, not just one. one and three hold one hand each. one hand of two for each of one and three. three makes fun, calls two "old swing-arms." one don't care too much for three's antics, but never says one word against her. three. she's the one in charge. even though two's got em both right where she wants em and by the balls. |
sharkcowsheep
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9:36a |
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumWashington, Washington. |
| Monday, July 13th, 2009 |
sharkcowsheep
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3:47p |
SMELL UPDATE: Everybody who's trying out some smells and has sent me a buck and their address....yer stuff is in the mail! Some of you should get them tomorrow, according to the post office. w00ties If you still wanted to humor me and try out some smells, the menu is here with the how-to. Tomorrow's the last day. :) |
quasiskunk
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12:46p |
Cons n Me
As ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) aragornwolf just mentioned, he's missing cons. I'm about the opposite now. I really loved the freedom of taking a real vacation versus a weekend of frantic Con stuff. So much so, in fact, that I'm toying with returning to St. Martin in Sept. Yeah, the logistics are a bit hinkey now, and I don't have the CC bills in yet, but its still cheap to fly there ($360 rt incl taxes), and I can stay at the same B n B presumably. This trip would be tons cheaper (no camera or snorkle gear purchases, lighter packing, less days there, less car rental time, etc.) and it would be over Labor Day (before Oct 1, its still considered off season), I have the time blocked off anyway. Plus, this trip would give me the opportunity to get stuff done that I didn't have the chance to do last trip. And, by then (well this weekend), I'll have my Scuba rating, so I could go underwater and see cool stuff ^.^ |
badtz_maru
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5:06a |
i once thought my mom was trying to poison me with sushi
so when you said, "i like wearing peoples' skin," and i was a little stoned, things went sour. but i got right back up again, skated around the track like nothing had happened, rammed my bony shoulder harder than usual into whatever soft bitch was in my way, came back to re-claim my side of the bed and realized there wasn't one, so i left. or tried to leave, but you grabbed me by the coattails, made a sweet face and put on records you knew i'd like. this morning in my kitchen when i found a long blond hair tangled around my bra strap, i simply removed it and never gave a second thought to the tall girl at the coffee shop whose head it most likely once belonged to. the end. |
meetzemonsta
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1:36a |
West Philly/Myles of Destruction reunion show/Camden/Aquarium
Saturday night: My lungs constantly struggled with the combination of warehouse basement mold, Philadelphian July-style humidity, and smoking far too much lately. Rot seemed to settle itself in my chest like a long-lost lover's post-coital embrace. You benign cyst. You feculent murmur in my ear. You heartworm. I walked into the place, walked out of the place, and walked back in. Threw myself into an uncomfortable chair and leaned back to stare at the crooked wooden beams of the ceilings. They reminded me of my bottom teeth. straight, straight, straight, holy fuck!, straight, straight, straight. I laughed a lot. I hugged someone I haven't seen in a full hand of fingers. I openly committed illegal acts on the sidewalk, joyfully and with abandon. There is a melancholy, a certain dank desolation, that enters my heart whenever I return to the city. I see the ghost of a girl I'm not sure I ever really was. I hear her voice coming from my mouth, I move her pale arms that twitch inside their sleeves during awkward conversations, I feel her feet crackling against the piss-painted concrete. Who was she then? Who am I now? It feels so far away sometimes, I'm not always sure it ever really happened. Lightening criss-crossed crooked overhead at an alarming proximity and I saw the sky flash sugar bowl cobalt blue as a transformer went down somewhere in the distance. I stood in the rain, cupping my cigarette against the damp. I turned my face up to feel it on my skin. Filthy city rain, but rain nonetheless. Later, I watched a dear friend become almost consumed by inner fire and personal demons. Sunday afternoon: My best friend took me to see the sharks, the rays, the frill-edged jellyfish and their trailing lace tentacles. It was her birthday and I had no money in my pockets. I touched the sandpaper back of a spotted ray, the dense gelatinous quality of a jelly. I plunged my arm almost entirely in and stroked into soft submission a tiny shark no larger than a child's femur. Cupping my hands to fashion a mask, I pressed flat against the glass of an enormous slick wall and felt the cool depths through my palms and the pads of fingers. I dreamed of swimming, of drifting, of dark bodies sliding around me. Flashing teeth and the false eyes of ecstasy. |
| Sunday, July 12th, 2009 |
sharkcowsheep
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10:55p |
Bleargh. Ate too many cinnamon bears while watching Ghost in the Shell--is it the inevitable end of the Tachikomas or congealed sugar and fake cinnamon that sits so uneasily in my stomach? |
sharkcowsheep
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6:00p |
HAY PERFUME GUINEA PIGS EDIT: wow, I didn't think that posted. :D Anyway, we have a forum now! Kat, I'll cut and paste your stuff if that's okay. Everybody else, your smells are going in the mail tomorrow. When you get 'em, please go here:
FORUM LINK FOR SRS(there will be a special fancy forum rank for beta-testers, so if you happen to stick around everyone will know you jumped on the bandwagon when it was still a plank being pulled by a goat.) |
| Saturday, July 11th, 2009 |
padmaclynne
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7:53p |
alex took us fossiling, and now i have some shark teeth and squid bits. i now need to run videos back to the blockbuster in milltown. i started anathem, and i am enjoying it deeply. tomorrow is the philly zoo. i plan to not see the whole zoo, which is a very new concept. i'm going to spend a chunk of time looking at a few exhibits, not try to pack them all in. i expect to be alone for much of that. there are galapagos tortoises, though. and an echidna. and madagascar giant jumping rats. and mole rats. and red pandas. |
| Friday, July 10th, 2009 |
sanshryi
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3:24a |
I'm learning about EARTH!
Stranger: Ask me five random questions. If you are from /b/, have a distended anus free of charge. You: from the moon? Stranger: YES You: ok i have a question You: although i'm afraid it's not entirely random You: I was talking with someone NOT, i repeat NOT sexually and i told them i'm 38 and they screamed PEDOPHILE!!!! so my question, is .. ...... WTF???????? You: do people have ONLY sex in their craniums? You: ok i guess that's 2 questions Stranger: Well, since you talk like you're 12, I'm pretty sure the easiest assumption here is that since you refuse to use capitalization and proper punctuation, you're trying to pass off as a child, to endear yourself to other children. Except when you dropped the "I'm really an adult" bomb, they freaked out, because they were probably under the assumption that you were, in fact, 12. You: hm that's odd You: i talk like i'm 12? HAHAHAHAHAHA Stranger: Yeah. Note the lack of proper capitalization and punctuation. And you used an abbreviation, in all caps, followed by a shitload of question marks. You: I don't believe this occurred in the chat in question. You: well ok maybe the lack of capitalization You: ok definitely Stranger: I'm not sure what you said in there, but you're going to need to shape up your text if you want to pass for anything older that 12. You: You mean once I turned 13 (when internet didn't even exist), I was to graduate to using proper capitalization and punctuation in common, informal internet communications? Stranger: By "pass for anything older than 12" I meant "look like you're 38, instead of making people think you're a pedo-trap." You: yikes. what a weird planet. I'm supposed to ACT 38 at all times? Isn't that a bit, um, strange? Stranger: You're supposed to pretend to be 38, but inside you're supposed to be 6 and 60. And you have to be alive. Which is something most people forget anyways. You: i had no idea this existed....... "Typing in such a way as to pass as one seeking underage sex" You: I'm learning about this planet already! Stranger: Not sure how long you've been around the internets or where you hang out, but usually people who type that way are Creepy Adults or Little Kids Trying To Pass Off As Adults. You: Hear, hear on the alive bit. You: Eh. Maybe I've been on the internet so long that these undercurrents are too new for my radar. I would say this is quite likely. Connection asploded. |
sanshryi
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3:01a |
i can't make this stuff up
Stranger: hi You: hello You: ok i want to know something You: maybe you can help Stranger: what? You: i was just talking to someone right Stranger: right You: and i was NOT, i repeat, NOT looking for sex of any kind You: in fact the conversation was silly and funny You: ok Stranger: ok You: then when i told them i was 38, this person called me a pedophile. my question is.............. You: WTF?? Stranger: do you want to do sex? You: NO Stranger: why? You: i don't do internet sex Stranger: i was talking about real life sex (: You: no that's ok Your conversational partner has disconnected. |
sanshryi
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2:53a |
wtf?????
You: Hello Stranger: Hello may I sample your cheeses? You: the magical golden singing cheeses? Stranger: why yes You: sorry the cat's eaten it Stranger: thats propostorous Stranger: you must surely keep your cheeses in a confined area where animals such as that can not get ahold of it! You: you can even ask Air Neptune Stranger: Do you know what this means? Stranger: Your a criminal. Stranger: A murderer! You: i mashed carrot with broom straw. i didn't mean it maw! Stranger: *slaps you* THATS NOT GOOD ENOUGH Stranger: You need to get your ass up and choke hold your cat! You: weasels are cute Stranger: GET THAT CHEESE OUT OF HIS STOMACH Stranger: Yes they are Stranger: May i sample your meatloaf? You: but pygmy marmosets are the way to go Stranger: Indeed. You: i wrote a song about meatloaf Stranger: Id love to hear it Stranger: Clip my toenails and sing it to me. You: i should upload it to qbert.gov Stranger: You should Stranger: Maybe you could get famous You: too late for that You: well sort of You: i'm a washed up punk rocker turned noise artist with a record coming out! You: or something Stranger: yay! :D You: yeah i can't believe they want to do a double LP of my shtoff You: i mean seriously, what are they thinking? Stranger: They must be drunk Stranger: On the magical singing wine You: and yes i'm one of those vinyl geezers You: Tree geezer hunting! Stranger: How old are you? You: you promise not to tell granny? Stranger: Promise You: i'm....... 38 going on 23 Stranger: *blows whistle* Stranger: LIAR Stranger: PEDOFILE Stranger: AHH! Stranger: *sprays mace* Your conversational partner has disconnected. |
sanshryi
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1:43a |
Stranger: Hello mate You: hello how are you? Stranger: Doing good Stranger: Yourself? You: ok i suppose You: what is your mission? You: grape donuts? Stranger: My mission? Stranger: To live long and prosper You: with a dose of Andy Kaufman? a) yes b) no c) ape steam Stranger: I don't know Stranger: I think andy is alive and playing us all for fools You: hmm could be You: want to hack into snopes and make their homepage EWTN? let's go! Stranger: Sorry bro Stranger: I can't hack Stranger: I wish i could :( You: me neither. i have perfect pitch though. also i'm color blind You: and once i used a shovel You: and i am NOT Broom Hilda You: or wait Stranger: Dude how much LSD did you take? You: i was born with timothy leary's brain in the glove compartment You: not to be corn-fused with dennis leafy Your conversational partner has disconnected. |
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