I feel like ass. Ass that got run over by a truck. Ass that got run over by a truck and then infected with ebola ( Read more... )

So. I'm sitting there, ink-spattered and all, and staring at the background behind a grinning skeleton in a top hat and I yell to the empty flat, "what the FUCK are those cornmeal sigil-y things called?!"

The answer is veves. AGH. I even KNEW that.