It can be virescent nao plz?
Virescent: adj. greenish or becoming green (from the Latin verb "virescere," to become green, itself from "virere," to be green).
I'm going to combine wordgeeking here with wishing Green Day would hurry the fuck up and at least tell us wtf is going on. *g* Interestingly, the nominal form virescence has been co-opted by horticulturists to convey the "abnormal development of a green colour in parts of a plant that normally aren't green." To extrapolate, however, I'm content for the whole damn world to go green, the sooner the better. ;-)
In other obsessive news, Rob was in LAX last Saturday and had to take off his footwear like everybody else. Hee.
I keep wondering what the security people said to make him giggle. Also, I *love* his boots. Alsoalso, that is one hell of a useful reference photo for a pup who's bicoastal through LA. :D
I was playing with the Urban Decay make-up in Boots today and fell in love with a lipstick and lipgloss that also look fab together. Actually, I also like the way it looked after I ate something, with the middle worn to a lighter colour - usually this just looks, well, like you've just eaten something, LOL, but because it's a darker red lipstick and the glossiness was still there a little, it looked more post-kiss-y. I can at least look like I'm getting some, right? I believe that I shall be getting those as my birthday treat, come that time. One of the reasons I was playing around today is that I am well aware that I have next to no discretionary money right now, so actually purchasing expensive cosmetics isn't the kind of temptation it is when I *can* but *shouldn't*, if that makes sense. It's like, if I know going in that there is zero chance for me to buy something, I can just enjoy playing and daydreaming without trying to figure out if I really want it or not. There's also a little eyeliner kit that I like, with teal, electric blue, purple, copper-orange and black pencils. (The mother is giving me birthday money in lieu of spending to ship anything, and I am to purchase stuff that I would not with my paycheque. Which isn't to say that I wouldn't buy UD - I would, I have some! - but not in quantity and not that often due to it being expensive stuff. And, also due to it not being sold many places in Canada, so I always had to wait for a trip to Sephora. Mmm, Sephora. mockingbird39, am I still the only person that you've had to drag out of there? *g*)
To segue into fashion, I walked into town today behind a girl wearing a green sweatshirt that had gold text embroidered across the back: Give us a pinch! It looked like it should go with a logo or more text or something, like a company design maybe, but I never did get to see the front so I'll never know! I had to talk myself out of pinching her, though, hee. And then I walked home behind a girl wearing these jeans that had lowered back pockets so that there was space between the top edge of the pockets and the bottom of the waistband for tone-on-tone embroidered gothic outline letters that read: Don't Touch. I sincerely hope that she is wearing those with some cognisance that she is a walking invitation to ass-grabbing. The pinch sweater was cutesy and the lettering was across her back, anyway. Having Don't Touch emblazoned across your ass is a direct challenge. That said, I quite liked the jeans. *g*
Oh, and then there was a little anti-Lowe rally in the city centre. I am informed that Lowe is the chairman for the Saints, the Southampton football club, and as is usual when a team is performing dismally, someone must be blamed, and he's it. I was really amused that there were a few dozen people willing to gather in Saints colours with banners, etc., and stand around and chant and whatever because they're upset that their team is shit. Up until now, I would have said that the British preoccupation with football is very similar to the Canadian preoccupation with ice hockey, but complaining in that sort of confrontational manner is totally foreign to me. Also, the ten-year-olds running around in pro-printed T-shirts that had a hangman graphic over the text, Swing Lowe, were mildly disturbing, if also funny. (It was less funny when I subsequently got earwormed by Swing Low Sweet Chariot. *shudder*)
Completely unrelatedly, I would have said that this song is one that I would love to hear Rob play live. Except...it seems that I have. I was re-reading my account of the Boston concert, and he played it as part of the encore. I just didn't know the song then. I did, however, note that I really liked it and would have to look it up. *facepalm* linzeestyle had Dear Joan'd me already but apparently hadn't introduced me to Swing. Linz, you fail. :P
I'm going to combine wordgeeking here with wishing Green Day would hurry the fuck up and at least tell us wtf is going on. *g* Interestingly, the nominal form virescence has been co-opted by horticulturists to convey the "abnormal development of a green colour in parts of a plant that normally aren't green." To extrapolate, however, I'm content for the whole damn world to go green, the sooner the better. ;-)
In other obsessive news, Rob was in LAX last Saturday and had to take off his footwear like everybody else. Hee.
I keep wondering what the security people said to make him giggle. Also, I *love* his boots. Alsoalso, that is one hell of a useful reference photo for a pup who's bicoastal through LA. :D
I was playing with the Urban Decay make-up in Boots today and fell in love with a lipstick and lipgloss that also look fab together. Actually, I also like the way it looked after I ate something, with the middle worn to a lighter colour - usually this just looks, well, like you've just eaten something, LOL, but because it's a darker red lipstick and the glossiness was still there a little, it looked more post-kiss-y. I can at least look like I'm getting some, right? I believe that I shall be getting those as my birthday treat, come that time. One of the reasons I was playing around today is that I am well aware that I have next to no discretionary money right now, so actually purchasing expensive cosmetics isn't the kind of temptation it is when I *can* but *shouldn't*, if that makes sense. It's like, if I know going in that there is zero chance for me to buy something, I can just enjoy playing and daydreaming without trying to figure out if I really want it or not. There's also a little eyeliner kit that I like, with teal, electric blue, purple, copper-orange and black pencils. (The mother is giving me birthday money in lieu of spending to ship anything, and I am to purchase stuff that I would not with my paycheque. Which isn't to say that I wouldn't buy UD - I would, I have some! - but not in quantity and not that often due to it being expensive stuff. And, also due to it not being sold many places in Canada, so I always had to wait for a trip to Sephora. Mmm, Sephora. mockingbird39, am I still the only person that you've had to drag out of there? *g*)
To segue into fashion, I walked into town today behind a girl wearing a green sweatshirt that had gold text embroidered across the back: Give us a pinch! It looked like it should go with a logo or more text or something, like a company design maybe, but I never did get to see the front so I'll never know! I had to talk myself out of pinching her, though, hee. And then I walked home behind a girl wearing these jeans that had lowered back pockets so that there was space between the top edge of the pockets and the bottom of the waistband for tone-on-tone embroidered gothic outline letters that read: Don't Touch. I sincerely hope that she is wearing those with some cognisance that she is a walking invitation to ass-grabbing. The pinch sweater was cutesy and the lettering was across her back, anyway. Having Don't Touch emblazoned across your ass is a direct challenge. That said, I quite liked the jeans. *g*
Oh, and then there was a little anti-Lowe rally in the city centre. I am informed that Lowe is the chairman for the Saints, the Southampton football club, and as is usual when a team is performing dismally, someone must be blamed, and he's it. I was really amused that there were a few dozen people willing to gather in Saints colours with banners, etc., and stand around and chant and whatever because they're upset that their team is shit. Up until now, I would have said that the British preoccupation with football is very similar to the Canadian preoccupation with ice hockey, but complaining in that sort of confrontational manner is totally foreign to me. Also, the ten-year-olds running around in pro-printed T-shirts that had a hangman graphic over the text, Swing Lowe, were mildly disturbing, if also funny. (It was less funny when I subsequently got earwormed by Swing Low Sweet Chariot. *shudder*)
Completely unrelatedly, I would have said that this song is one that I would love to hear Rob play live. Except...it seems that I have. I was re-reading my account of the Boston concert, and he played it as part of the encore. I just didn't know the song then. I did, however, note that I really liked it and would have to look it up. *facepalm* linzeestyle had Dear Joan'd me already but apparently hadn't introduced me to Swing. Linz, you fail. :P