You will always, always be wrong.

Exhibit A: Harry Potter: UR DOIN IT RONG.

Exhibit B: I'm a fan of zombie!fic and all, but what bad acid trip convinced this guy this would be a good idea? The fact that there is apparently a MARKET for this stuff is what really scares me.
In no particular order:

  • A gorilla.
  • A 6-foot-tall hot dog inna bun. Wearing a sombrero. Who drove off on a moped.
  • A bent old man with a pipe who on closer inspection turned out to be a 20-something guy who'd painted his hair gray and stuffed a pillow up under his cardigan.
  • Clouds of smoke billowing from one of the garden patches. Poked it with a stick and discovered the entire patch was ON FIRE and had been smoldering just under the beauty bark. Can't decide whether I'm happy or sad that we caught it in time to keep the mall from burning to the ground...

Some days I really wonder whether I'm actually seeing what's in front of me or whether the things that wander through my brain have come to life.

Also, I cannot believe I am sunburned. More specifically, I cannot believe I'm actually happy about it - when the vampire goth kid wants sunshine so much she burns herself, you KNOW it's bad!
The fact that one of them has NASCAR-themed bathrooms - yes, you saw that right, that's plural - is really horrifying me right now.

However. I am proud that my friends are not all cookie-cutter copies of each other. Even those of us with very similar tastes in some areas have wildly divergent tastes in others. So I will be happy for my friend and her husband and their scary, scary house because it means we all get to be who we are without apology.

And that is as it should be.
victorianpirate: (LotR (WTF?!))
( Apr. 9th, 2009 09:09 am)
There's a girl on FetLife using a picture of Emilie Autumn as her default photo - which in and of itself wouldn't be completely atrocious, except that she's pretending it's herself and not Emilie. She's telling stories about how long the makeup took and everything. Maybe I'm more sensitive about this than I should be, having had my own pictures stolen before, but it's still raising a few questions.

Firstly, how does she expect to get away with that in THAT crowd?! We're the underground. We bloody well know who Emilie Autumn is. We're going to recognize the photo. I know I can't be the only one.

Secondly, she's an absolutely gorgeous girl. I have no freaking clue whatsoever why she would feel a need to pass someone else's picture off as her own. She's got pictures of herself up there (or at least I assume they're her) and she's beautiful. I mean, you want to copy Emilie's hair and makeup & take a similar photo, fine! By all means! But she didn't - she just stole one.

I doesn't get it...
Jeebus Christ on a pogo stick, I have too much fabric!

You guys, I pack the weirdest shit together when I move.

All this is by way of saying that I wanted to wear my green satin skirt to the concert on Sunday. I cannot in fact FIND my green satin skirt; it isn't in any of my drawers or on any of the hangers in my closet. Since I can't remember actually having seen it since I moved into this house, I started pulling boxes out and going through them.

I found my favorite pair of jeans from high school. I found a box containing candle holders which probably haven't seen daylight since they were packed up to move out of Mum's house. I found a bag of what look like they might possibly be shower curtain rings, but could be something else entirely. I found the remnants of the French maid costume which I completely failed to make. I found several feet of black pleather that I had forgotten I ever owned (but which I now have evil ideas for.) I found a few yards of the fabric I made [ profile] luvclarinet's prom dress from. I found a copy of "How To Turn Your Boyfriend Into A Love Slave," which [ profile] lossenminuial thought was hilarious when she gave it to me, and which is frankly one hell of a lot funnier now.

I found the scraps of the green satin that were left over from when I made the green satin skirt.

My house now looks like a bomb went off and exploded shredded clothing everywhere.

But I still cannot for the life of me find that green satin skirt.
victorianpirate: (LotR (WTF?!))
( Mar. 19th, 2009 11:48 am)
"You must have been the second woman God created after Eve, because when I saw you it was like I found my missing rib!"

Stupid and ridiculous to begin with. Using it on the PAGAN CHICK...? Epic fail.
Oh... my... gods...

I just. The words. They fail. *staring*


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