Colouring books, for me. I cannot draw for anything, but I adore the colouring part. I have a stack of colouring books, some of which are the stained glass sheets. They're clearly not intended for the extra-young crowd, but just let it slip that as an adult, you still love colouring books . . .
So far, I have managed to not tell them that when I was 9, I had one of the mythical beasts colouring books from Dover, and that I carefully drew hacked off arms and legs and blood and the like around the manticore, and I never got to finish the damn book when I was a kid, so LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
I have the same thing with colouring books. It's somehow just so relaxing to colour in between the lines :) My 'grown-up' solution? Mandalas. My mom gave me a lovely set of watercolor pencils and a 'colour your own mandala' book, and now it's suddenly a respectable hobby that I can put on web profiles and CVs, haha.
Stained glass sheets sound awesome. Wish I could find those here.
It's not artistic, but I love kid's movies. Seriously. Half the movies we go to see in theatre are for kids. The Shrek movies, How To Train Your Dragon (if you have not seen this, DO IT), Toy Story... I absolutely LOVE them, and so do the guys. And we have some movie related stuff, and some people think, "oh, you must have kids". Er, no. Just an adult who still likes kid's stuff here... part of it is after a certain age, I couldn't openly enjoy anything kid-like without being mocked and ridiculed by my dad. So, as an adult? I am DAMN well going to enjoy it, and FUCK everyone else. Hah.
(and double-fuck the people who assume that I have kids because I drive a fucking station wagon. It can fit more bodies, asswipe. Alive, or dead, so don't press your luck.)
I get this with my cartoons. Yeah, ok, there's some actual kids around (mine is 14 but his half-brother and sis are 9 and 6) and they stole my Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain and most of my Looney Tunes, but dammit the DangerMouse and Avatar: the Last Airbender and old Dungeons and Dragons and all my Disney movies are MINE, dammit! Mine! MINE!!
The kids just served as a handy excuse to watch the stuff I'm gonna watch anyway. I loves me some cartoons. You will pry my cartoons out of my cold, dead hands.
(and double-fuck the people who assume that I have kids because I drive a fucking station wagon. It can fit more bodies, asswipe. Alive, or dead, so don't press your luck.)
*cracks up*
I love cartoons, and I don't see what's so weird about that, you know? I mean, it's not like they magically STOP being awesome when you hit puberty.
I mean, with me, it's less about scrap-book stuff (I hear you can get clockwork gears, though! Woo!) and more about just being in Michael's.
I find that the Mainstream Cultural Assumptions -- that "everyone" is, in this particular case, Christian -- just have their volume turned up to 100 in those places.
I take heart in seeing "Domiknitrix" on the shelf and (Twilight-inspired?) gothic stuff in the jewellery area, and - quite frequently - the punk-assed grrls working the check-out line, but ye gods. The number of companies that have incorporated jesus-fish into their corporate logo? Frightening. I've been trying to find a large book-shaped silver charm for over a year and all I can find are bibles. There are fourteen different kinds of crosses available and maybe an Om. And that's pretty much it
( ... )
Yeah, we have Hobby Lobby here, which is EXPLICITLY Christian in a really gross way (breath mints called "TestaMints" and I wish I were kidding), so Michael's looks like a head shop parked next to the Doublemeat Orgy Palace in comparison.
Hee. I totally read that as "testi-mints" for a minute and was thinking about minty-fresh nads and the overlap with the tea-bagger movement.
Actually, my high-school biology teacher once told me that "testify" and "testament" both came form the same root as "testicle," and that in the time of the biblical patriarchs, men would clutch their testicles as they swore to things - kind of offering them up as proof of the veracity of their statement. I honestly have no idea if that's true (she was a strange and wonderful woman who let me dissect roadkill for elective credit and I suspect she occasionally made things up to fuck with us), but ever since I have snickered like a twelve year old every time I hear those words.
I heave heard the same thing about "testify," and it is believed to the extent that it has also been put about that some radical feminists believe that women should "ovarify" in court.
I don't know that I believe either, but it certainly is amusing.
Roadkill for extra credit. Damn, she sounds awesome.
Nice to know I'm not alone. Every time I pull up to counter with paper and shiny things I cringe a little, hoping I'm not mistaken for a crafter. And then I come home and cringe a little more when I realise I'm doing crafty things. And then I turn around and start sewing up a thing called "The Lucifer Cantos" and that makes it all better. :)
Ok that's me in the icon. I'm 6ft roughly and habitually dress in black. I look like a biker, metal-head or a mad scientist, depending on whom you ask.
Try to imagine how I felt buying several books of Disney Princess stickers.
I swear it was for a totally ironic purpose, honestly!
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So far, I have managed to not tell them that when I was 9, I had one of the mythical beasts colouring books from Dover, and that I carefully drew hacked off arms and legs and blood and the like around the manticore, and I never got to finish the damn book when I was a kid, so LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
-coughs-
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Stained glass sheets sound awesome. Wish I could find those here.
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Dover Books rock my socks, man. Cheap, awesome coloring and paper doll books, cool clip art, all kinds of stuff.
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(and double-fuck the people who assume that I have kids because I drive a fucking station wagon. It can fit more bodies, asswipe. Alive, or dead, so don't press your luck.)
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The kids just served as a handy excuse to watch the stuff I'm gonna watch anyway. I loves me some cartoons. You will pry my cartoons out of my cold, dead hands.
Bast
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*cracks up*
I love cartoons, and I don't see what's so weird about that, you know? I mean, it's not like they magically STOP being awesome when you hit puberty.
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I mean, with me, it's less about scrap-book stuff (I hear you can get clockwork gears, though! Woo!) and more about just being in Michael's.
I find that the Mainstream Cultural Assumptions -- that "everyone" is, in this particular case, Christian -- just have their volume turned up to 100 in those places.
I take heart in seeing "Domiknitrix" on the shelf and (Twilight-inspired?) gothic stuff in the jewellery area, and - quite frequently - the punk-assed grrls working the check-out line, but ye gods. The number of companies that have incorporated jesus-fish into their corporate logo? Frightening. I've been trying to find a large book-shaped silver charm for over a year and all I can find are bibles. There are fourteen different kinds of crosses available and maybe an Om. And that's pretty much it ( ... )
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Actually, my high-school biology teacher once told me that "testify" and "testament" both came form the same root as "testicle," and that in the time of the biblical patriarchs, men would clutch their testicles as they swore to things - kind of offering them up as proof of the veracity of their statement. I honestly have no idea if that's true (she was a strange and wonderful woman who let me dissect roadkill for elective credit and I suspect she occasionally made things up to fuck with us), but ever since I have snickered like a twelve year old every time I hear those words.
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I don't know that I believe either, but it certainly is amusing.
Roadkill for extra credit. Damn, she sounds awesome.
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It's good to see I'm in good company here. Apparently this is not all that uncommon a concern.
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Try to imagine how I felt buying several books of Disney Princess stickers.
I swear it was for a totally ironic purpose, honestly!
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Wish I coulda seen that!
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