Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green
I'm suffering from fannish imaginative conflation. Every time I see that RotK promo pic of Aragorn with the three strands of hair plastered across his cheek and the bridge of his nose, I think they're scars and he's Remus Lupin.
There's a local radio station that calls itself the voice of hiphop and r'n'b, and their latest ad campaign includes some very stealable cardboard posters of various representative artists. These stealable posters very naturally get stolen. Except for the ones of Justin Timberlake. It's kind of amusing to go down the subway escalators and watch the walls: empty space, empty space, Justin, empty space, empty space, Justin. Aw, I still love you. But not enough to steal a poster where you're wearing that ugly early-Justified-era hat.
I have a Get Into The Movies Free card that expires in a few days, and there's lots of stuff I could see but who am I kidding. PoA, here I come; I just have to schedule it around the Euro2004 matches. (Don't even try to talk to me tomorrow night. Well, maybe if we win. bwah.)
Could never get those build-yourself-an-icon portraits to look anything like me, so instead I put Waterhouse back into rotation. Please to believe that I actually look like this. I am planning to go out and pick some lupins later on, though probably not in a dress nor with my silken tresses hanging loose and getting caught in a fence.
There's a local radio station that calls itself the voice of hiphop and r'n'b, and their latest ad campaign includes some very stealable cardboard posters of various representative artists. These stealable posters very naturally get stolen. Except for the ones of Justin Timberlake. It's kind of amusing to go down the subway escalators and watch the walls: empty space, empty space, Justin, empty space, empty space, Justin. Aw, I still love you. But not enough to steal a poster where you're wearing that ugly early-Justified-era hat.
I have a Get Into The Movies Free card that expires in a few days, and there's lots of stuff I could see but who am I kidding. PoA, here I come; I just have to schedule it around the Euro2004 matches. (Don't even try to talk to me tomorrow night. Well, maybe if we win. bwah.)
Could never get those build-yourself-an-icon portraits to look anything like me, so instead I put Waterhouse back into rotation. Please to believe that I actually look like this. I am planning to go out and pick some lupins later on, though probably not in a dress nor with my silken tresses hanging loose and getting caught in a fence.