I have a new obsession. I cannot – for the life of me – take photographs of people so I have taken to cruising Lookbook.nu for inspiration. I am intrigued by shapes the body can make, by the way clothes fall on particular bodies, and the natural beauty of the human form.
Here are a few that I find particularly interesting:
To me, fashion is about art.
Accents – everyone wants one and everyone already has one (and no, I do not mean the Hyundai).
My parents have quite proper English accents. I have had many accents in my life and find myself somewhat accent-challenged. I went to a bar some time ago and as bar-life often goes I ended up meeting some drunk strangers. One of them asked me if I was – by any chance – from England. As a British passport holder I wondered how in the world he knew that. “Your accent!” was the response I received. I have been mulling this over for sometime and decided to record my own voice. After listening to a moronic recording of myself I found that I sound like Keanu Reeves in Bram Stoker’s “Dracula.” That ain’t a compliment.
It is possible that spending an extended amount of time with my English-sounding mother and her ex-pat comrades, I have picked up a watered down version of an English accent. Albeit an accent that is confused regarding its whereabouts. I think it wants to be from Sussex.
I suppose I ought to download some youtube videos of people speaking with accents and see how much I can confuse someone the next time I decide to drop the remote and venture outside the bat cave.
Once you have recovered from the world’s worst acting, please note the comments: “he sucks! But I would totally bone him!!!”
As someone who watches an awful lot of daytime television, I often wonder how they find so many people to fill spots on the Maury show. I must thank this individual for clarifying a few things for me. Firstly, standards are exceedingly low. Once you are aware that your love object ‘sucks” you can feel free to move to the “bone” stage. Secondly, terrible grammar usage serves to solidify the order of romance. This man is a loser BUT I would bone him. It doesn’t seem to follow that this means ‘this man is a loser AND SO I must bone him.” The operative word here is ‘seem.’ When you really think about it – and I don’t recommend this – if his accent didn’t suck no one would say “he doesn’t suck but I would bone him.” No, no they wouldn’t. A simple “He does not suck” would suffice. One can conclude that you appreciate his wonderfulness without having the caveat of bone related activities. So what I really mean is that this person would bone Keanu Reeves regardless of his sucking or lack of sucking. In short – this person would bone anything. Someone who says “bone” probably engages in sexual activities on such a frequent basis that it has become literally a part of their physical makeup (a bone, if you will). The Maury show would have far fewer contestants – yes, I view it as a competition – if more people were to focus on the initial thought of “he sucks!”
It’s those snap judgements that end up being the correct ones. See: my love life.
How low can I go?
Well I been digging a hole
six feet under this cold ground
but at least I know
when Billy says
maybe you’ll grow
outta this
I don’t think she knows
just how bad it is
she don’t know how bad it is
So darlin’ don’t you wear that frown for me
cuz dontcha know that in this world
love it don’t come for free
and I
can give ya my heart
but I’ve already sold it for parts
it’s just a curse
being lonely
so where has my soul gone
cuz from 17 on
I been livin’ the low life
I even made her my wife
and she keeps me up at night
just fightin’ the good fight
when she should know
a man like me
will never try
so darlin’ don’t you wear that frown for me
cuz dontcha know
that in this world
love it don’t come for free
and I
can give ya my heart
but I’ve already sold it for parts
it’s just a curse being lonely
but Billy she’s the kid
and when she plays her instrument
she melts my cold, aging heart
oh but she’s just so innocent
and I reap the benefits
so I hope that she’ll forget
all the things I regret
doing while I was on my own
this ain’t over yet
and Billy says maybe I’ll get
over this
but I don’t think she knows
just how bad it is
no she don’t know how bad it is
how bad it is
how bad it really is
It has indeed been a while. After several family emergencies and disasters I am finally seeing the end of a terrible depression. Now I must write the student assistance people a groveling letter explaining my circumstances so that I can afford to finish my degree. Fingers crossed, eh?
In other news – I want this hair color.
A long overdue haircut is taking place tomorrow. Getting back into a routine of taking care of oneself is difficult after such a slump.
I have also started a new television obsession – Global’s “Rookie Blue.” It’s a Canadian drama revolving around new police recruits tackling the mean streets of Canada. I am a little in love with the female lead. Andy McNally is me. I love her. Yes, I sound like I love myself but really I love the version of myself I see in her. I also love that all of the actors are Canadians.
That is all of my babble for now.
“I get it, you’re the cat that walks alone.”
So my car is like.. 11 years old. It’s no big deal.
Here she is in her resting position. Though I think she looks nicer from the front…
This is the sexy snowbank dent:
Mostly I am just happy she works and I can (somewhat) afford her.
I caught Rufus making friends with George.
I had suspicions for a while but now they are confirmed.
Books can be my greatest friends or my biggest burden…
Worse yet is the way time has been treating me lately
I wish I had more time for my little man…
Soon my precious!
Well, off to work I go.
It has been a while.
There are no words for how much I am craving that coffee table. There’s a project for the summer.
It has been decided that I will make a fabric wall.
After seeing my neighbor’s wonderful plates this evening I have a desire to acquire more beautiful things. This could be dangerous for the wallet.
One of these days I will sleep…
… please let it be summer soon.
