POP! or The Living Receiver
So, hey...what up? Does anyone use this thing anymore? Are there still pieces of detached and bleeding emo hearts slathered across black backgrounds, punctuated by the silhouette of [insert name of musical/artsy inspiration here]?
I don't know how to use this thing anymore. The username is an outdated appraisal of a former-self--many times removed. Reorganized. Twisted. Contorted. Blender-ized and poured down the sink. But, what the hey, it's good for context...
These days, I haven't quite stopped my rambling. Still wayward as ever (not quite), but fearing the quagmire of maturation. As time heals all wounds, I'm running out of excuses for my lackadaisical nature and unwilling to repeatedly subject sympathetic ears to the same prattle.
Yeah, still in school. I'm sure the end is somewhere in sight.
For the first time, I've gotten really interested in the nuances of film...not to sound pretentious, or anything. Doing a project dissecting Julie Taymor's "Frida." Mad props to Taymor. For realz.
Speaking of--caught the Director's Cut of Donnie Darko (w/ dir.) at the Byrd. Definitely cool to see an old fav on a huge screen. Even more entertaining w/ a trashed slightly older acquaintance. Warms my heart. After the movie, the rain was fierce and I was happy to saunter down Cary flanked by droves of couples squealing and ignoring the comforting persistence of the raindrops and the slosh of soggy shoes.
Trying to assess what I can do and do happily for a living. Slowly convincing myself to write. Haven't painted in ages. I still owe that band their screenprinted shirts...and a partial refund. Playing with flower sticks everytime idle hands refuse to do what they should be. Relearning the lofty art of balloon twisting. I figure if nothing else, I can do parties...because 5 year olds totally appreciate dry humor...
On the serious side, I'm actually playing with the idea of starting a small balloon company. Anyone remember the Lambda homecoming "balloon arch" turned Enormous Rainbow Phallus? My parents used to create such things and, with a little practice, I'm sure I could do it properly. Ideas on if that would require a business license? Vendor license? Any regulations for freelancing?
...understanding what I'd need to do is like driving through quicksand with one windshield wiper...
w00t. updated.
P.S.-Dinged lvl 40 on WoW bloodelf pally today! /cheer
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PFFFFffffffffffffffttt!
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Squeak, squeak, SQUEEEEEAAAK....
______________ ____ ____ ____
--(______________)(____)(____)(____)=
SQUeak, squEAK, squeak... Ta-dah!
Here's a balloon animal...
Now get away from me, kid; you bother me.
I don't know how to use this thing anymore. The username is an outdated appraisal of a former-self--many times removed. Reorganized. Twisted. Contorted. Blender-ized and poured down the sink. But, what the hey, it's good for context...
These days, I haven't quite stopped my rambling. Still wayward as ever (not quite), but fearing the quagmire of maturation. As time heals all wounds, I'm running out of excuses for my lackadaisical nature and unwilling to repeatedly subject sympathetic ears to the same prattle.
Yeah, still in school. I'm sure the end is somewhere in sight.
For the first time, I've gotten really interested in the nuances of film...not to sound pretentious, or anything. Doing a project dissecting Julie Taymor's "Frida." Mad props to Taymor. For realz.
Speaking of--caught the Director's Cut of Donnie Darko (w/ dir.) at the Byrd. Definitely cool to see an old fav on a huge screen. Even more entertaining w/ a trashed slightly older acquaintance. Warms my heart. After the movie, the rain was fierce and I was happy to saunter down Cary flanked by droves of couples squealing and ignoring the comforting persistence of the raindrops and the slosh of soggy shoes.
Trying to assess what I can do and do happily for a living. Slowly convincing myself to write. Haven't painted in ages. I still owe that band their screenprinted shirts...and a partial refund. Playing with flower sticks everytime idle hands refuse to do what they should be. Relearning the lofty art of balloon twisting. I figure if nothing else, I can do parties...because 5 year olds totally appreciate dry humor...
On the serious side, I'm actually playing with the idea of starting a small balloon company. Anyone remember the Lambda homecoming "balloon arch" turned Enormous Rainbow Phallus? My parents used to create such things and, with a little practice, I'm sure I could do it properly. Ideas on if that would require a business license? Vendor license? Any regulations for freelancing?
...understanding what I'd need to do is like driving through quicksand with one windshield wiper...
w00t. updated.
P.S.-Dinged lvl 40 on WoW bloodelf pally today! /cheer
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PFFFFffffffffffffffttt!
_________________________________
---(_________________________________)=
Squeak, squeak, SQUEEEEEAAAK....
______________ ____ ____ ____
--(______________)(____)(____)(____)=
SQUeak, squEAK, squeak... Ta-dah!
Here's a balloon animal...
Now get away from me, kid; you bother me.