So here's something that might be pretty cool or might suck:
Sky Captain trailer
Either way, check out the giant robots!! I LOVE giant robots!!! Teeheeheehee! (note the girlie, childlike tittering)
Also a plus: androgynous-style Angelina Jolie. Woo yes. With an eye-patch! Like a pirate!
I'm excitable today.
I went to the bookstore and spent a long time looking through a whole bunch of photo books, which gave me some new ideas. This one image in a book of (supposedly) erotic photos of women by women struck me harder than any photograph I've seen in a long time (not really in a sexy way--I have to say it utterly failed in that regard) but now I can't remember the artist's name and it's making me nuts. Her name was one word, begins with a V? Damn!
Also went by the darkroom where I interned over the summer. Got hugs from all the guys. I find those men so pleasant. They sit around like cowboys smoking on a rail fence, talking about Nascar... Got names like Luke and Herb. Good ol boys, you know? But show them a photograph and they can out-theorize, out-critique and out-analyze some of my art profs. I gave them some film to develop; think I'll go in and work for the rest of the week. Can't beat the free darkroom time, free developing and free paper. Or the free advice.
Let's see... OOH! I BOUGHT UNDERWEAR! YAAAAY. Got some nice regular girleenie knickers, plus I got some little boy briefs for my dyke-ass (... you know. My other ass. The dyke one. Or something. Never mind.) Ever since freshman year when my (straight, for the record) roommate and I went on a men's underwear spree, they make me happy. My favorite part of the spree was when we bought a bunch that were too small, so we sewed the leg holes closed and turned them into hanging candy pouches. Nostalgia... We did that during our designated arts-and-crafts time--that was the year that the power went out on campus for hours every day. When that happened, all homework was off and we'd light candles and do dumb shit like sew underoos. Or play ninja-master-attack with Kateri. Until she bit me on the thigh... Then I wouldn't play with her no more.
ANYWAY, I feel like such a little deviant prancing around in underwear designed for preadolescent boys. Hurray.
Tomorrow I'm going to lift weights at the gym. I've decided.
Sky Captain trailer
Either way, check out the giant robots!! I LOVE giant robots!!! Teeheeheehee! (note the girlie, childlike tittering)
Also a plus: androgynous-style Angelina Jolie. Woo yes. With an eye-patch! Like a pirate!
I'm excitable today.
I went to the bookstore and spent a long time looking through a whole bunch of photo books, which gave me some new ideas. This one image in a book of (supposedly) erotic photos of women by women struck me harder than any photograph I've seen in a long time (not really in a sexy way--I have to say it utterly failed in that regard) but now I can't remember the artist's name and it's making me nuts. Her name was one word, begins with a V? Damn!
Also went by the darkroom where I interned over the summer. Got hugs from all the guys. I find those men so pleasant. They sit around like cowboys smoking on a rail fence, talking about Nascar... Got names like Luke and Herb. Good ol boys, you know? But show them a photograph and they can out-theorize, out-critique and out-analyze some of my art profs. I gave them some film to develop; think I'll go in and work for the rest of the week. Can't beat the free darkroom time, free developing and free paper. Or the free advice.
Let's see... OOH! I BOUGHT UNDERWEAR! YAAAAY. Got some nice regular girleenie knickers, plus I got some little boy briefs for my dyke-ass (... you know. My other ass. The dyke one. Or something. Never mind.) Ever since freshman year when my (straight, for the record) roommate and I went on a men's underwear spree, they make me happy. My favorite part of the spree was when we bought a bunch that were too small, so we sewed the leg holes closed and turned them into hanging candy pouches. Nostalgia... We did that during our designated arts-and-crafts time--that was the year that the power went out on campus for hours every day. When that happened, all homework was off and we'd light candles and do dumb shit like sew underoos. Or play ninja-master-attack with Kateri. Until she bit me on the thigh... Then I wouldn't play with her no more.
ANYWAY, I feel like such a little deviant prancing around in underwear designed for preadolescent boys. Hurray.
Tomorrow I'm going to lift weights at the gym. I've decided.