I added an e to random. How random. I deleted it though, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Don’t let the poets lie to you.
Hmmmmm. I think using a portion of the beautifully improvised monologue from Rutger Hauer’s Roy Batty on the Bladerunner rooftop to “fight sexism” in a song named after an abortion pill is lame. I just do. I love Bladerunner. I’d rather it not be associated with your crusade. The song gets quickly boring, when it actually could have been interesting. The costumery is creepy, but doesn’t really convey what you might think it does. I’ve always had issues with Rose McGowan, and this doesn’t make me think any more highly of her. Ugh.
Maybe I’m just embracing my inner Abby Sciuto.
You can’t say “Hey look at all these stars not wearing makeup! Aren’t they gorgeous?” And then post a bunch of pictures of them wearing makeup. Maybe it’s less than they wear on stage, but they’re still wearing makeup. So dumb.
The phrase “on fleek” is just monumentally stupid.
I did not remember this sweater being especially fuzzy.
I think I’m feeling very disagreeable today. I don’t even know why.
What. Man I wish I had oodles of disposable cash.
feel the magic
I may decide not to vote for Rand Paul based on the sheer volume of emails his campaign spams me with daily.
Huh. Mitch Pileggi seems to be aging better than David Duchovny.
I love Google Translate.
I swear to God the disclaimer in that radio ad said something about something being constituted as an act of betrayal.
Ugh. I need to wash my water bottle. It’s tasting musty. Bleah.
I though that said Apathy Library. I wonder what that would be like.
Man I love that sweater. I can’t wait to get my hands on that pattern.
You need to get those fixed, boldface!
Most of the time, I don’t want to watch your video. I want a transcript that I can skim for pertinent information.
“You need a big bell to ring for Jentober’s Great Silence.”
My friends are so rad.
I typed “My friends are so read.” And that is also true.
I don’t know who this person with the unusual name is, but she looks like she got married in her nightgown.
This is so wonderful.
I wish I had some M&Ms. I don’t even know why.
How Wool and the Gang gets away with charging $782 for a basic hand knit sweater is beyond me.
This pen refill cartridge is making a handy MacGuyvered cable needle.
Um. That’s not actually an ironic catch. In fact, it’s neither of those things individually either. Words mean things. You should probably determine what those meanings are before you use them.
My headache is poking my brain with a sharp stick. And I’m hungry.
“10 Things in Your House That are Making You Tired.” How come none of the things on this list is called “Your Children”?
I guess I don’t have much Random happening today.
Lend your support so I can make that ridiculously cute red sweater. Do it! Dooooo it! Plus also, you love Twin Peaks, and you want to see these knits out in the world.
I was listening to the Rammstein concert from the other room and it just sounded like a dirty Peter Murphy. And then I thought to myself, as I occasionally do, I don’t have enough Peter Murphy in my life. But then I thought that maybe it’s really that I don’t have enough Rammstein in my life. Something to ponder, I suppose.
You guys! My friend Michelle found the Sassy Twin Peaks fashion spread and posted it in her really great write up of the Great Northern Kickstarter. I was so excited. I totally remember that spread. I still want those clothes. That plaid dress by the woodpile? Seriously needs to be mine.
Good night. I love you. Thanks for stopping by.
It’s quite frequent for me to add an “e” to the end of words that don’t have them. But it’s almost as frequent for me to leave a letter out, as in “though” for “thought”. I figure it all evens out over tim.
Google Translate is handy, but about as accurate as Wikipedia. Un grano del sal, that’s all I have to say.