I am taking a momentary break from story illustrations (more on that when they are finished)...
Pointless observation:
I am the absolutely the laaaaast person that ought to comment on what people wear*. I have made several questionable fashion choices (I was 13 in 1986- that should speak volumes) myself- but I need to comment on something that I have seen more than once since I made the move to Portland. Something that I am seeing with increasing frequency...
What is with the racerback tanks with the big 'ol white bra straps hangin' out? I was in Safeway last night, and as I was trying to decide on dinner, three Slumped Heiress-wannabes came slapping down the aisle, shuffling about in their flip flops and sucking on their Frappamochalattebingybongychinos.
The three of them took an over-long bored look at me and continued on. As I looked up, I noticed one girl sporting the following (pencil rendition in place of actual photo- the clothing combination annoyed me enough to take a break from dancing rabbits and Lemmy guarding a castle):
Why not just go all the way and pull a Mrs. Stimler? (Bonus if you know what I am referencing. Seriously.) I assume it was an attempt at being alluring, there was a substantial amount of crack being flashed.
*Oscar night is an exception to my bitchery on the subject. I come from people who are highly talented with a needle and thread- and there is no excuse for being dressed like a toilet brush when you make millions.
Which is the bigger trainwreck?:
"Rock of Love with Bret Michaels", or "Scott Baio is 45 and single"?
VH1 is really scraping the bottom. I will admit that I sort of look forward to Joel McHale ripping both apart. :>
Pride/Joy:
I can hear Ru intoning along with the TV: "When Cameron was in Eeeegypt's laaaaannnnd....let my....Cameron....goooooo"
Pride/Joy II:
...and she wants to nitpick Solarbabies with me. Glorious! :D
Obsessed:
I cannot stop listening to Goldfrapp. Or saying "Goldfrapp".