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Port is my happy drink. I don't drink port unless all is right with the world, and I can sit there relaxing with the smug smile of the self-satisfied.
Strongbow is my drink of choice. It's the rowdy-maker. I'm ok in public, but in the confines of home, I allow myself to become the equivalent of one of those girls in Jeeps who drive around yelling "Whoo!"
But absinthe. Oh dear. There is little choice in the matter. The green fairy turns me into an aggressive raving madwoman. And it doesn't take much, either. One or two shots of the stuff have me screaming obscenities at the television. I bite. If someone picks up something shield-like, I launch myself at it, shoulder-checking, shoving, biting, and kicking, all while roaring the unholy roar of artists and poets past.
Yesterday, I was a bad, bad woman. I bought another bottle of absinthe. Watch out, world.
........
I have recently realized I am the goddess of leather. I walk into a thrift shop, and I luck into some amazing leather finds. I've purchased some really incredible leather pants for very little money.
On the bus ride home from Toronto two days ago, I noted![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schwartzung's leather jacket. It is somewhat held together by safety pins and prayers, and parts are so rotted that it tears like toilet paper. I told him I'd keep an eye out for a new jacket for him. Yesterday, I went to a thrift shop I'd never been to before and lo and behold, I found an awesome biker jacket for cheap.
I grabbed it, of course. Alas, but I suspect the sleeves may be too short for him. No matter, though. If it doesn't fit him, I'm keeping it for myself. I'm just that pleased with the jacket....
........
Link time? Ok.
Hero Al1 Upright: I have luggage envy. This overpriced suitcase is just perfect for me. I need a really rich benefactor. Any sugar daddies in the house?
Blood weirdo arrested, surprisingly fails to get girl: "A Cambodian man has been arrested after injecting a woman with his own blood in a poorly thought-out scheme to win her affections."
Demonia Predator Boots: Boot lust. BOOT LUST! I think a men's size 8 should do the trick. Sigh....
Aussies urged to eat moths: But there are compelling reasons not to, like the fact that "3oz of bogong moth abdomen contains three times as much fat as a Big Mac" (thanks, Benoit).
What Happens When an Agnostic Follows the Bible Literally for One Year?: I'd really like to read his book, so I'm getting it from the library.
Activists send female underwear to Burmese embassies: "Activists exasperated at the failure of diplomacy to apply pressure on Burma's military regime are resorting to a new means of protest against the regime's recent crackdown: sending female underwear to Burmese embassies."
American kids, dumber than dirt -- Warning: The next generation might just be the biggest pile of idiots in U.S. history: "... of the 6,000 high school students he estimates he's taught over the span of his career, only a small fraction now make it to his grade with a functioning understanding of written English. They do not know how to form a sentence. They cannot write an intelligible paragraph. Recently, after giving an assignment that required drawing lines, he realized that not a single student actually knew how to use a ruler. It is, in short, nothing less than a tidal wave of dumb, with once-passionate, increasingly exasperated teachers like my friend nearly powerless to stop it. The worst part: It's not the kids' fault. They're merely the victims of a horribly failed educational system." I can't entirely agree with this assessment. My education was not very good, so I took things into my own hands. I read voraciously, spending much of my time in libraries. And although I was definitely from the TV generation, I did things. I got all hands-on with everything from animals to musical instruments. So just because schools suck, doesn't mean kids have to take only what's given to them.
MoD tests technology to turn tanks 'invisible': "We're researching new technologies to help disguise vehicles, and we've already had some results in making them 'appear' invisible. It's still early days." My question is this: do invisible vehicles still have to use their indicator lights? And if you think it's hard now to find your car in the mall parking lot (thanks,doyce)....
Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat (The Lumière Brothers, 1895): Imagine never having heard of motion pictures. Then imagine sitting down and having a train head into the theatre. Perhaps it's apocryphal, but apparently the theatre was filled with panic as people tried to get out of the way. Now that's what I call a horror movie.
Strongbow is my drink of choice. It's the rowdy-maker. I'm ok in public, but in the confines of home, I allow myself to become the equivalent of one of those girls in Jeeps who drive around yelling "Whoo!"
But absinthe. Oh dear. There is little choice in the matter. The green fairy turns me into an aggressive raving madwoman. And it doesn't take much, either. One or two shots of the stuff have me screaming obscenities at the television. I bite. If someone picks up something shield-like, I launch myself at it, shoulder-checking, shoving, biting, and kicking, all while roaring the unholy roar of artists and poets past.
Yesterday, I was a bad, bad woman. I bought another bottle of absinthe. Watch out, world.
........
I have recently realized I am the goddess of leather. I walk into a thrift shop, and I luck into some amazing leather finds. I've purchased some really incredible leather pants for very little money.
On the bus ride home from Toronto two days ago, I noted
schwartzung's leather jacket. It is somewhat held together by safety pins and prayers, and parts are so rotted that it tears like toilet paper. I told him I'd keep an eye out for a new jacket for him. Yesterday, I went to a thrift shop I'd never been to before and lo and behold, I found an awesome biker jacket for cheap.I grabbed it, of course. Alas, but I suspect the sleeves may be too short for him. No matter, though. If it doesn't fit him, I'm keeping it for myself. I'm just that pleased with the jacket....
........
Link time? Ok.
Hero Al1 Upright: I have luggage envy. This overpriced suitcase is just perfect for me. I need a really rich benefactor. Any sugar daddies in the house?
Blood weirdo arrested, surprisingly fails to get girl: "A Cambodian man has been arrested after injecting a woman with his own blood in a poorly thought-out scheme to win her affections."
Demonia Predator Boots: Boot lust. BOOT LUST! I think a men's size 8 should do the trick. Sigh....
Aussies urged to eat moths: But there are compelling reasons not to, like the fact that "3oz of bogong moth abdomen contains three times as much fat as a Big Mac" (thanks, Benoit).
What Happens When an Agnostic Follows the Bible Literally for One Year?: I'd really like to read his book, so I'm getting it from the library.
Activists send female underwear to Burmese embassies: "Activists exasperated at the failure of diplomacy to apply pressure on Burma's military regime are resorting to a new means of protest against the regime's recent crackdown: sending female underwear to Burmese embassies."
American kids, dumber than dirt -- Warning: The next generation might just be the biggest pile of idiots in U.S. history: "... of the 6,000 high school students he estimates he's taught over the span of his career, only a small fraction now make it to his grade with a functioning understanding of written English. They do not know how to form a sentence. They cannot write an intelligible paragraph. Recently, after giving an assignment that required drawing lines, he realized that not a single student actually knew how to use a ruler. It is, in short, nothing less than a tidal wave of dumb, with once-passionate, increasingly exasperated teachers like my friend nearly powerless to stop it. The worst part: It's not the kids' fault. They're merely the victims of a horribly failed educational system." I can't entirely agree with this assessment. My education was not very good, so I took things into my own hands. I read voraciously, spending much of my time in libraries. And although I was definitely from the TV generation, I did things. I got all hands-on with everything from animals to musical instruments. So just because schools suck, doesn't mean kids have to take only what's given to them.
MoD tests technology to turn tanks 'invisible': "We're researching new technologies to help disguise vehicles, and we've already had some results in making them 'appear' invisible. It's still early days." My question is this: do invisible vehicles still have to use their indicator lights? And if you think it's hard now to find your car in the mall parking lot (thanks,
doyce)....Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat (The Lumière Brothers, 1895): Imagine never having heard of motion pictures. Then imagine sitting down and having a train head into the theatre. Perhaps it's apocryphal, but apparently the theatre was filled with panic as people tried to get out of the way. Now that's what I call a horror movie.
