it's a dog's life.
My 7 Reasons to Buy Handmade picspam has received overwhelmingly positive comments, to my surprise. Hearing people say that they are going to make an effort to buy handmade and support independent artists is the best response I could have hoped for, and it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
I had a dentist appointment today, and I had to sit for over an hour in a waiting room that had the worst, not to mention most outdated decor I've ever seen. There was a painting with two black panthers that looked like it came straight out of a set from Dynasty. Anyway, I had a copy of Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow with me, and it made the cheesy art, the other patients' chitchat, and somebody's Britney Spears ringtone all fade into the background because my god, it is so good. It's dark and hauntingly beautiful, and oh yeah, it's an epic poem about werewolves. The fact that it's helping to wash off the stink that was Twilight from my mind is an added bonus. NPR has the first chapter up for preview, and I highly recommend checking it out.
I can't say the same for the dentist, though. This was my first appointment with him, and I don't think I'll be coming back any time soon given the way he practically manhandled me. The way he was going at my teeth with his pick made me feel like a character in a Saw-like torture porn movie. Un. Cool.
Then I went and got a much needed haircut on the spur of the moment. When my hairdresser cut off chunks of hair, they would fall to the floor like dark tumbleweeds. Yeah, my hair is that dry and puffy. Needless to say, I kind of hate it.
Jim Gaffigan is so wonderfully deadpan. I love him on My Boys, and he's killing me with his riffs on bacon. Bacon!
I had a dentist appointment today, and I had to sit for over an hour in a waiting room that had the worst, not to mention most outdated decor I've ever seen. There was a painting with two black panthers that looked like it came straight out of a set from Dynasty. Anyway, I had a copy of Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow with me, and it made the cheesy art, the other patients' chitchat, and somebody's Britney Spears ringtone all fade into the background because my god, it is so good. It's dark and hauntingly beautiful, and oh yeah, it's an epic poem about werewolves. The fact that it's helping to wash off the stink that was Twilight from my mind is an added bonus. NPR has the first chapter up for preview, and I highly recommend checking it out.
I can't say the same for the dentist, though. This was my first appointment with him, and I don't think I'll be coming back any time soon given the way he practically manhandled me. The way he was going at my teeth with his pick made me feel like a character in a Saw-like torture porn movie. Un. Cool.
Then I went and got a much needed haircut on the spur of the moment. When my hairdresser cut off chunks of hair, they would fall to the floor like dark tumbleweeds. Yeah, my hair is that dry and puffy. Needless to say, I kind of hate it.
Jim Gaffigan is so wonderfully deadpan. I love him on My Boys, and he's killing me with his riffs on bacon. Bacon!