"Do you think TOOL would have made it with a lisp?" *walks away quickly*
So, people were inclined to give me lots of dollar bills for Christmas. Since I didn't really feel like compiling a list of things I actually wanted. Seemed too laborious. So, my Grandmother gave me a teddy bear from when I was a youngin' and my mother found me lots of chai, candles, pillows and tazo tea. Tazo tea which I then left at my mother's house because my arms were full of chai and candles and pillows.
Have invaded Cherry Creek Mall. Only because I couldn't walk anywhere else and already knew how much Tattered Cover didn't have the books I wanted and Twist & Shout didn't have the cds I wanted. As much as I hate shopping at some of the stores in that mall, I got good discounts on after-Christmas sales which were happy. I am a consumer whore again, only this time less to console myself and more for the hell of it.
I bought games. FfXii and Okami. FfXii because everyone in the world already has it and when I look at it imploringly they growl because that is not the kind of shit you just give out. That's the shit you pay your dealer premium for. Okami because it is fucking gorgeous and everyone is all about wolves and brush painting and fighting evil dragons with booze. And then not buying Okami so the developers get cut and die and have to sell themselves to creepy Japanese businessmen to make a living. Not that I'm bitter.
I bought books. The Ladies of Grace Adieu to be exact, and Feet of Clay. The former because Susanna Clarke has crafted the most beautiful 19th century England in the right hemisphere of her brain and it shows. Feet of Clay because I am reading another DIscworld novel right now by the name of Going Postal, and It is making me all hot and bothered for murderous golems. The Decemberists were playing both in my cd player and Waldenbooks, further evidence that songs about murdering children and raping innocent women make people want to spend more money.
I bought musics. New Pornographers, The Breeders, and Yo La Tengo. Because unadultered joy was on sale today for 10-20 percent off and I was all like, "zomg joy!"
And tea. Which I am sipping and is making me warm up and smell the bamboo I forgot to water this morning. I'll get right on that.
-Much Love
-Commie
Have invaded Cherry Creek Mall. Only because I couldn't walk anywhere else and already knew how much Tattered Cover didn't have the books I wanted and Twist & Shout didn't have the cds I wanted. As much as I hate shopping at some of the stores in that mall, I got good discounts on after-Christmas sales which were happy. I am a consumer whore again, only this time less to console myself and more for the hell of it.
I bought games. FfXii and Okami. FfXii because everyone in the world already has it and when I look at it imploringly they growl because that is not the kind of shit you just give out. That's the shit you pay your dealer premium for. Okami because it is fucking gorgeous and everyone is all about wolves and brush painting and fighting evil dragons with booze. And then not buying Okami so the developers get cut and die and have to sell themselves to creepy Japanese businessmen to make a living. Not that I'm bitter.
I bought books. The Ladies of Grace Adieu to be exact, and Feet of Clay. The former because Susanna Clarke has crafted the most beautiful 19th century England in the right hemisphere of her brain and it shows. Feet of Clay because I am reading another DIscworld novel right now by the name of Going Postal, and It is making me all hot and bothered for murderous golems. The Decemberists were playing both in my cd player and Waldenbooks, further evidence that songs about murdering children and raping innocent women make people want to spend more money.
I bought musics. New Pornographers, The Breeders, and Yo La Tengo. Because unadultered joy was on sale today for 10-20 percent off and I was all like, "zomg joy!"
And tea. Which I am sipping and is making me warm up and smell the bamboo I forgot to water this morning. I'll get right on that.
-Much Love
-Commie