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March 21, 2006
Urgent, send backup
Whoa. WHOA. I think what we have brewing here is a good old-fashioned throwdown. (Warning: linked page has sound.)
I suppose we could be nemesisisises. Let's review:
Yep. I think I'd better make myself a cape, fashion an unlikely transport of some kind, and train Murray as a sidekick. It's go time! Metropolis must be saved!
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A Bee, a Bitch, a Bescheid
The bee is in my bonnet, and it concerns new curtains for the living room. Right now there are purple curtains and a purple couch, and I fear that's too much purple and we are certainly not getting a new couch. I'm thinking something neutral, with some green and/or cream and a small amount of purple, or maybe more with the green, less with the neutral. Of course, we probably could get a new couch for the price of all the fabrics I like: see here and here and here and, in a weird way that I swear I think could actually work, here: wouldn't that be lovely? Aren't I great at picking out expensive things? Yes. Anyway, off to the fabric discounters I go on Friday, armed with printouts, to wrangle the Vision into the Budget.
Bitch: Hello, spring? I'm ready. Let's go! What is all this 35, feels like 21, wind chill bullshit? I have cute outfits to wear! My scarf is entangling my headphones and messing up my hair! I am so over all that. Get on the trolley, please, with the warm weather and the soothing breezes. Thanks.
Bescheid means "warning" or "notice" in German, and sorry for the pretension but that's just how committed I am to alliteration. The warning is, the Masons are coming! The Masons are coming! Be afraid.
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March 16, 2006
Don't show this to the What Not to Wear ladies (wait, don't they give you five grand for new clothes? Okay, totally show this to them. But I am climbing into the dumpster to get my skirt back after the show).
Every stylist within 100 miles has a sudden, inexplicable urge to say "but, sweetie, it just isn't slimming:"
I have had this fabric forever, and love it so much that it was too scary to commit it to anything. But earlier this week, the puffiness called to me. Isn't it just exactly the sort of thing that short-waisted, plump people are advised against wearing? I'm as big as a house! However, it makes me very happy. And I'd think twice before criticizing the taste of a woman who could hide your severed head under her skirt, if I were you.
(Crap, I forgot to take a closeup of the fabric, which has this really fantastic atomic-dot pattern. I'll upload one to Flickr later.)
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March 14, 2006
I am doomed.
Doomed, I tell you.
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March 09, 2006
It's called a WIZARD, for starters
This fills me with inexplicable, gibbering delight; the kind that your average Dahmer-style person feels while diligently mounting human trophies on specially prepared foamcore display cards. I imagine.
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