Lo, there do I see my eyeliner;
Lo, there do I see my boots, and my hair dye, and my jewelry;
Lo, there do I see the line of Goths, back to the beginning;
Lo, they do call to me; they bid me take my place among them,
In the houses of great music, where the brave may dance forever.

I am become Death, destroyer of khaki.

1. A dozen roses will almost always be appreciated ( Read more... )

Under ordinary circumstances, I do not make thanksgiving lists. However, since this is the year of doing stuff, (and following my relaxing accountabilibuddy's lead) I am going to make one ( Read more... )

I haven't done terribly much in my quest to "do stuff." I did get permission to knit again, provided I give my hands time to rest and don't look down at it too much. So no "real" learning in how to knit just yet, but I will get there. I have figured out I can knit in a reclined position. That means I can rest what I've done on my chest when it ( Read more... )