The internets, for some inexplicable reason, are going gaga over Valentine's Day this year. It's like the holiday has been extended from just the one day to a month-long festival of feasting and orgies, without prior notice. There are hearts being shoved in my face every two seconds, and grade-school-esque cut-out-and-keep type downloadable cards ( Read more... )

You may have heard me lamenting on the Twitter about not having enough normal-people-clothes for jury duty (one of these days real soon I swear I will stop starting out every other sentence with the words "jury duty;" apparently I haven't cycled the experience out of my system quite yet). Just earlier this evening ago I realized the heart of my ( Read more... )

Ah! Those B7 S3 screencaps I made. There they are ( Read more... )

I spent a spare hour between shows in a university bookshop. Casually picking up a heavy art book, I opened it at random and read these words: "INDIAN YELLOW: an obsolete lake of euxanthic acid made in India by heating the urine of cows fed on mango leaves." And then these: "EMERALD GREEN: the most brilliant of greens, now universally rejected ( Read more... )

Every once in a while, I have to stop and remind myself that all of Goodreads is not interested in what plays I have on my shelf. But, oh-! Josette Simon is in my copy of The White Devil! I might have squeed a little, out loud and wondered if she is doomed to wear off-the-shoulder ensembles for the rest of her acting career.

Reviewers admired ( Read more... )

The discussion of what exactly this dress reminded me of was getting a little long and involved for flickr's comment page. Because I dragged Blakes 7 into it, and while that tends to be a short conversation, it also requires external visual aides. And a certain amount of gushing ( Read more... )

Rummaging around my icon folder has revealed a bunch of S4 icons. After a bit more tweaking, they've been made presentable for public consumption.


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It was all very blissful this evening, watching B7 and knitting hexagons. Possibly the most inherently blissful thing I could think of.

And shhhk - one of my finger tendons slips off the knuckle ( Read more... )

After much link exchanging over the past several weeks with designers, artists, and engineers that I know, after much debate and thought between these new designs of prefabricated emergency housing, I've decided that what would truely be great is if someone would invent a time machine for the express purpose of using this as a Blake's 7 set.

The ( Read more... )

Today I introduced a new tag for b7icons, one for 'bitchslaps.' Because we have enough bitchslapping icons to warrant such a tag.

Words cannot express my glee at retroactively tagging these posts.
♥♥♥

(Though the phrase 'Do not make me bitchslap you' seems more common? Maybe is just me.)