Post-Apocalyptic Strawberry Shortcake Leads 80s Toys' Rebellion

Rainbow Noir

Rainbow Noir: the Mountains and the Sky

An Unclean Legacy: the Children of Montecristien Gargamel

The first is art, the rest is text. All are awesome.

Anyone know where I can get a decent holepunch? Of the sort used for fabric. I had one I got from Home Despot, and while it was okay for putting new holes in leather belts, when I was using it to punch holes in denim for my utility belt, I sheared the metal in the wheel mechanism and it blew up. I have this thoery that somewhere there are more ( Read more... )

I have a peculiar fixation on Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies ( Read more... )

It feels like the Wachowskis have left this particular field a little barren for a while, but...

( Oh, what the hell... )

Weird thing seen on the highway today; I was following a dirty truck. I noticed something had been written on the back of the truck in the dirt. Then I realised that it was written in Norse runes. I tried to take a picture with my camera phone, but the camera on it is pretty awful, so one can't even tell that the truck is dirty, let alone see ( Read more... )

Weekend rocked.

Suburbia is weird. But there are some damned fine people in it.

Slowly defeating the Sick.

Way behind on answering e-mail.

Heroes!!!

Way behind on sleep. Death now.

Surgery Friday.

Vague!

Surreal moment this morning ( Read more... )

I've been watching too much Dr. Who. I'm starting to get an accent. (FanTAStic!)

Let's hope this fades by morning.

I have a sunburn that is mellowing into a fairly deep (for me) tan, and sun bleached blond in my hair. Who am I, and what have I done with myself? And wear did I leave those feathers I had in my ears?

Now, I am crashing like a crashy thing, and wishing I knew where a little scrap of paper was.

A story/myth/something inspiried by my drive in this morning. Were I
less tired, this might be better written.

( The Daughters of the Storm God )