Spazz

Talking to yourself is already considered a bad sign, but when you personify it with little floating angels and devils does it become socially acceptable? Not in England. In moderate 'we're Christian but only when it suits us and especially not if we're hangin' with some fly hos' rural England it makes it much, much worse.

I had a blog planned earlier, but then my younger brother happened (again) and it was derailed in an argument over how I managed to have the audacity to leave him such a small amount of food, regardless of how much he had eaten at his girlfriend's house or how much he had eaten in town (not on his own money). Jocks are universally dickish it seems.

So instead you get a three paragraph special with some pretty (shoddy) pictures, and my word that I'll figure out what I'm doing with Wednesdays before "the worst day of the year for singletons". Which isn't actually Valentine's Day, but the immediate Saturday after it. There's nothing like a "50% off all Valentines Day Shit" sale to really jab the knife in.

Good Lord SR, listen to yourself XD

Furious. Not too fast, though.

I have never understood the whole idea behind TGIF. Why does everyone like Friday so much? Wouldn't it make more sense to say TGIS? Saturday and Sunday both seem like better candidates for thanking a god.

Because I have nothing better to go on about, I'd like to plug a few things today.

First, the book Starcrossed by Elizabeth C. Bunce. It's fantastic. I love strong heroines (not to be confused with heroins), spies, magic, and political intrigue. Too. Good. Highly recommended. Which reminds me, you should totally add me on GoodReads.

Second, the upcoming Showtime drama "The Borgias". If you thought The Tudors was full of sexy, dangerous people, wait until you get a look at these Italians. The best part, aside from the bloodthirsty Pope Alexander VI, is the fact that he is played by Jeremy Irons. JEREMY. IRONS.

Third, the movie The King's Speech is super cute. I saw it recently, and, already having crushes on Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush, I found it to be adorable. Speech disorders, royalty, and British bromance is way too great a combination. I also saw the remake True Grit, which I found to be lackluster. So I won't plug that.

Fourth, I should do something on new music, but I know so little about new music. The closest I can get is the new Decemberists album, which is not anything too new, considering how long they're been around. That, and it's not as good as their previous albums. So I really don't feel compelled to speak much on its behalf.

My cat is trying to eat a roll of tape. I suppose I better stop him. Pictured here,


you can see how weird he is already. We don't need to add the effects of eating tape to that. (Also note, he just erased that last sentence by pressing backspace. I didn't think I needed an editor that badly. I also was unaware how sensitive he is about negative comments.)

The Curious Case of- wait. Is it hump-day already? Fuuuu-

I currently have the worst case of January sickness in family history. It is now so advanced, that numerous medical experts all agree that the only conceivable cure, is to headbutt a drill-bit. Recently, a local philanthropist has stepped forward, and offered his services in steadying said drill (with pre-loaded bit) via the medium of a shiny new bracket and/or vice. We're all very touched by his generosity, and have put him forward for next year's honours, but in the interim have presented him with a miniature bracket and/or vice in silver plate. Meanwhile I await the cure in deepest anticipation.

January sickness, is of course, a total crock. It's that feeling of empty headed-ness that follows getting your hopes up in the scrag-end before New Years. Anyone may fall prey at any time, and no matter how many loose ends you endeavour to tie up, you are not safe. Citizens! Remain vigilant!

Side effects can include but are not limited to; elevated levels of dickishness, dickery, and lesser douchery. With a fair to strong chance of a rather nasty case of not-getting-laid-in-the-conceivable-future. Additional side effects may include the desire to be antisocial, and break every single one of your resolutions in the space of a week. The Kharmic backlash from all this self indulgent bullhockery, can be perhaps best summarised in this unfinished artists'* impression:

This year...

I will finish at least one picture.

Probably.

Good lord.

Also I will learn how to paint mud that doesn't look like crap. I am very sorry Rayne, for accidentally making it appear as though you've been surfing in road pie.

Maybe one day, society will forgive me. - SR

*In the loosest possible sense of the word.

Tempting and Titillating Tuesdays

I'm Tuesday.

I'm the forum's resident sassy feminist, and occasional ginger.

I enjoy putting things in my hair, like ribbons or feathers, and coming up with epic band names. I also enjoy writing, drawing, brightly colored make-up, drinking tea and having tea parties, and reading anything I can get my filthy hands on. Sometimes I make cookies or brownies, but more often I make jewelry.

I could go on and on about my likes and dislikes and long walks on the beach (lots of sand), but I think I would fall asleep at how boring I can make myself sound and it isn't even 7 o'clock yet.

But, lacking anything of interest or importance to say, I shall leave you, fair reader, in anticipation of sharper insights and wittier commentary. May your Tuesdays be full of humor, joy, and more chocolate than you can shake a stick at (I assume you are trapped in a very tight space with the chocolate, and must eat your way to freedom since you lack the room to shake anything, even your head).

Go forth, my lovelies. Stay lovely, and come back!

Furious Fridays

Well. I'm Danielle. I'll be posting on Fridays.

I don't think I'm the resident anything. Recluse? International super spy? Pseudo-werewolf? I'd say resident sass, but I think that fits all of us.

I'm soon-to-be 24, and live in a currently cold part of the U.S., and I must tell you that not wearing a hat in such temperatures is a very, very poor idea. I'll give you a hint, though, as to which state; I'm surrounded by lakes, and I could say that I have visited the thumb. And that I know first hand how easy it is to get to Canada to drink. Coffee. Because when I was 19, that's what I did. I went to Canada for some Starbucks. Why would I want beer when I could have warm, bitter goodness?

My geeky interests include writing (see SR's previous post link), reading teen and youth books (especially fantasies), and watching my cats do really, really stupid things. Like chase their own tails. Or attempt to climb the walls.

I used to be really into making LJ icons. But who uses LJ anymore?

Enough about me. Let's talk about stupid signs.



How fun is that fact, really?

Well Hello!

Ohhiiii~ My name is SR, and I would be the resident british/homo/scribbler. Tapping in your general direction every wednesday bringing you mid-week fabulousness and satisfying your need for awful things. You don't have a need for awful things? Oh well. It'll be an education anyway!

So uh... hmm. About me. Well. I am 22 year old country boy, from a small town south of Manchester. I know more about cows and crop rotation than I am comfortable with, and have recently shown signs of becoming a wino. I like reading, writing, drawing and wasting my life away playing video games, as well as arrogant kind of elitist men who think they're all that and a bag of chips. That last one is probably a birth defect. Maybe some sort of malfunction from being born in the 80s.

Though obviously that's no laughing matter.

Moving on? Yes. Hi!

So yeah. This blog thing. We're not really sure what we're going to be doing on up in hyar, but you can rest assured that it will probably be much more awesome than the majority of things you're liable to find elsewhere. So stick around!

And now for no reason, this is what I would have looked like in the seventies. Probably.

Ohhhhhhh yeah. Good lord. I gotta end this post now before I spam you with any more crap from my hard-disk. More intros coming this week! - SR

PS: I wish I could say that this kind of unsolicited BAD photoshopping won't be posted here again, but that would be a terrible terrible lie.

I am very sorry...

...about the name of this blog, but I pretty much had to do it.

Posting will start soon, and when it does, this gods-awful introduction will be ferreted away and disposed of, whilst you're dazzled by our brilliance.

Also, I am loving that google chrome does not think that BLOG is a real word. For my amusement moreso than yours, here are the five magic suggestions for words it thinks I was trying to type:

glob

bog

log

slog

biog

Good lord.