it will be there with you, finding ways to stay solo
Proof that Global Warming exists: The weather in the San Francisco Bay Area. What is this rain I see coming from the sky? It's very confusing. I looked at the calendar and it didn't say January...
Proof that someday, I will be able to die laughing: Josh Holloway on Walker, Texas Ranger.
Proof that I am insane: I wrote a snippet of Marvin (the Paranoid Android)-meets-Lost fic at 2 AM this morning, then ended up posting it privately because I wasn't sure it would look good in the light of day. Basically, I am up to Mostly Harmless in my grand Douglas Adams read, and the end of So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish made me simultaneously maudlin and amused. Then I realized that Marvin mocking the Lost castaways would make everything better. Still not convinced it's not crap.
Proof that iharthdarth is still the best thing ever: I love you like I'm blind! I *need* to make the third panel into an icon. But resizing defies me. Hrmmph.
Proof that I am a girl: I went shopping and it was the best thing everrrrrr! Sismac and I went into San Francisco (all resplendent in rainbow flags) yesterday and bought lots of swag around Union Square and the SF Shopping Center. I bought a $5 orange tee from Urban Outfitters; 24 Hour Party People ($10), Songs: Ohia's Didn't It Rain ($13), and the Jimi Live At Woodstock double CD ($16) from Rasputin Music; the "Favourite" jeans from American Eagle ($29 plus discount!); and one of those BP black spaghetti strapped tanks from Nordstrom's. Then we hopped the 71 Muni bus to the Haight. Ahh, my heart's desire, the Haight-Ashbury district. There I bought the cuuuuutest plaid skirt for $5 at Buffalo Exchange (bam!) and black plastic chevron-shaped earrings for $4 at Piedmont, and a $10 japanese print belt from Wasteland. This is a huge achievement, as I haven't had a working belt since I was 10. Went to Amoeba Music as well, and if I said it was like seeing an old crush again, I wouldn't be exaggerating. And I now have my very own hard copies of Sigur Rós' Ágætis Byrjun ($16) and Tom McRae's All Maps Welcome ($21, but verily worth it). Rock. Ooooh, and a bum pulled gum off my pantleg. Nice of him.
Proof that Yossarian perhaps wasn't the best name for my computer: He's still dead. (It's Snowden's death, y'know. Got him all broken up inside.)
ETA: Proof that Bale, Neeson, Murphy and Nolan equals I'M SO THERE: Have plans to see Batman Begins tomorrow night.
Proof that someday, I will be able to die laughing: Josh Holloway on Walker, Texas Ranger.
Proof that I am insane: I wrote a snippet of Marvin (the Paranoid Android)-meets-Lost fic at 2 AM this morning, then ended up posting it privately because I wasn't sure it would look good in the light of day. Basically, I am up to Mostly Harmless in my grand Douglas Adams read, and the end of So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish made me simultaneously maudlin and amused. Then I realized that Marvin mocking the Lost castaways would make everything better. Still not convinced it's not crap.
Proof that iharthdarth is still the best thing ever: I love you like I'm blind! I *need* to make the third panel into an icon. But resizing defies me. Hrmmph.
Proof that I am a girl: I went shopping and it was the best thing everrrrrr! Sismac and I went into San Francisco (all resplendent in rainbow flags) yesterday and bought lots of swag around Union Square and the SF Shopping Center. I bought a $5 orange tee from Urban Outfitters; 24 Hour Party People ($10), Songs: Ohia's Didn't It Rain ($13), and the Jimi Live At Woodstock double CD ($16) from Rasputin Music; the "Favourite" jeans from American Eagle ($29 plus discount!); and one of those BP black spaghetti strapped tanks from Nordstrom's. Then we hopped the 71 Muni bus to the Haight. Ahh, my heart's desire, the Haight-Ashbury district. There I bought the cuuuuutest plaid skirt for $5 at Buffalo Exchange (bam!) and black plastic chevron-shaped earrings for $4 at Piedmont, and a $10 japanese print belt from Wasteland. This is a huge achievement, as I haven't had a working belt since I was 10. Went to Amoeba Music as well, and if I said it was like seeing an old crush again, I wouldn't be exaggerating. And I now have my very own hard copies of Sigur Rós' Ágætis Byrjun ($16) and Tom McRae's All Maps Welcome ($21, but verily worth it). Rock. Ooooh, and a bum pulled gum off my pantleg. Nice of him.
Proof that Yossarian perhaps wasn't the best name for my computer: He's still dead. (It's Snowden's death, y'know. Got him all broken up inside.)
ETA: Proof that Bale, Neeson, Murphy and Nolan equals I'M SO THERE: Have plans to see Batman Begins tomorrow night.