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Gradually I Will Encompass All Smashing Pumpkins' Album Art In My Work, Is What It Boils Down To
Spent the morning in a self-indulgent meandering through old internet haunts, artists' portfolios half-remembered, finding curious dead ends after some rabbit-hole detours, compiling imagery to get minced up and respun into something of my own devising ( Read more... ) -
PS: I Never Thought Animated Gifs Would Have A Renaissance Or That You Would Be The Vehicle For Them
Dear Tumblr,
Where are the animated gifs of Edward Norton contact juggling with an orange in The Illusionist? Seriously, are you hiding them just to mess with me? It's not like the scene takes more than a moment.
In distress,
Chrono
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In Celebration Of Winged Things
Today was supposed to be me posting a low-key, minimalist, quintessential November playlist for you. But since the music's all so very low key, apparently "being in a particular sequence" is that much more meaningless. I shall let it stew another few days, and then it will be December and irrelevant. A solution, of sorts ( Read more... ) -
The Appropriate Response To Any Of This Post's Content Is Evil Laughter
Ever since the Incident With The Bat Pt II: Bat At Large, the cat has looked apprehensively at the ceiling. Just in case any dark winged creatures try to swoop down upon him and make noises that hurt his ears. It's verging on a phobia, honestly ( Read more... ) -
Heck, My Whole Industry Would Not Exist In The Way That It Does Today, But For Steve Jobs.
Since Klaus' CRT screen has been having deteriorating fits, tomorrow I am scheduled to go in to the Apple Store (they who are flatteringly bad at guessing ages, yes, them). I think I will be rather disappointed if they are not wearing the Steve Jobs Black Turtleneck of Mourning. It seems only appropriate.
As @myrrh noted,
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As Much As I Talk Filthy Lucre, This Still Is A Personal Journal Here
There's a danger in letting the journalling lapse, that I'll forget how to pull wisps of thought together into complete sentences, that I'll forget how to organize my memories into something more permanent, that I'll forget how to do this at all. But it's been difficult lately, since I don't have any show to go with my tell. Oh, probably I do if I ( Read more... ) -
Pieced Together
Embroidery. I kind of love it. And I kind of never ever want to do it for fear it will sink its hooks into me and I will never see the light of day again. Because I would then not be able to resist the urge to embroider life-size copies of Ernst Haeckel zoological prints. For the rest of my life.
I have [moderately] irrational fears, shush. Long- ( Read more... )
