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In the future, morning paper will read YOU
Jan. 7th, 2006 01:46 pmNew possesions:
• Assorted objets d' quirk from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evillunch. Said objets include: A really cool rubber spider that I'm making dance for me, a DELOREAN AND A LICENSE PLATE (too small for me to ride, but still damn cool), some nifty drawings of bathing beauties and mermaids who appear to have been cut up and sewn back together, a Christmas lights necklace, and some assorted tokens, pins, theme-park brochures, and cards of things. evillunch, you make me smile. I'm going to have to make you some earrings or something cool. You just rock.
• Boyd's seashells and a "Donnie Darko" shirt from Daniel, who works at Brody's and can do that sort of thing. Frank the bunny now protects my upper-body chastity.
• I got these groovy snakeskin jeans a while ago at Value Village, the type of thing I don't usually wear but that were just too cool to pass up. They made me feel like Robert Plant when I wore them. (Without the banana in there, I mean.) They had no zipper. Mom has at last agreed to sew the zipper back on. YES.
• A copy of "Dance of Death" in paperback, "The Day The Earth Stood Still" on DVD, and Tod Browning's "Freaks" on DVD. All at Target--I got a gift certificate from there. I am really, really, really looking forward to watching "Freaks" with my little brother. He'd just love the fuck out of it.
• The first two trade paperbacks of "Transmetropolitan." For those of you who have never heard of this, it concerns the exploits of one Spider Jerusalem, bad-ass gonzo reporter of the future, in his attempt to uncover the Truth. By this, I mean the "the president hates you and everyone sucks" Truth, not the "aliens mutants oh my" truth, because in the future that Transmet is set in, everybody already knows about the aliens and there are probably mutants living next door to you and they always steal your copy of the morning paper, but that's all right because you can log onto a feedsite and read Spider's words while a hologram of him is sticking his cigarette into your eyeball. It's a great series.
• Leftover pasta I don't remember getting. Mom says it's mine, because nobody else in the house would order something with both mushrooms and artichoke hearts. Huh.
Also, I had a dream last night where Jeff Combs was Satan. I'm not sure if it was that Jeff Combs was in reality Satan, or Satan had taken on the face of Jeff Combs, or Satan just happened to look like Jeff Combs. Anyway, we were in a bowling alley. I believe we were bowling for my soul. I was flipping through the Necronomicon because I knew that the secret of bowling to beat Satan was in there somewhere, and Jeff-Satan was yelling at me to hurry up. I was also eating peanuts. When I got up to bowl finally, confident that I knew the secret, Jeff-Satan told me that the act of eating peanuts had damned me to hell anyway.
ETA: Stephen King's Winter Vacation, courtesy SomethingAwful.com. YES.
• Assorted objets d' quirk from
evillunch. Said objets include: A really cool rubber spider that I'm making dance for me, a DELOREAN AND A LICENSE PLATE (too small for me to ride, but still damn cool), some nifty drawings of bathing beauties and mermaids who appear to have been cut up and sewn back together, a Christmas lights necklace, and some assorted tokens, pins, theme-park brochures, and cards of things. evillunch, you make me smile. I'm going to have to make you some earrings or something cool. You just rock. • Boyd's seashells and a "Donnie Darko" shirt from Daniel, who works at Brody's and can do that sort of thing. Frank the bunny now protects my upper-body chastity.
• I got these groovy snakeskin jeans a while ago at Value Village, the type of thing I don't usually wear but that were just too cool to pass up. They made me feel like Robert Plant when I wore them. (Without the banana in there, I mean.) They had no zipper. Mom has at last agreed to sew the zipper back on. YES.
• A copy of "Dance of Death" in paperback, "The Day The Earth Stood Still" on DVD, and Tod Browning's "Freaks" on DVD. All at Target--I got a gift certificate from there. I am really, really, really looking forward to watching "Freaks" with my little brother. He'd just love the fuck out of it.
• The first two trade paperbacks of "Transmetropolitan." For those of you who have never heard of this, it concerns the exploits of one Spider Jerusalem, bad-ass gonzo reporter of the future, in his attempt to uncover the Truth. By this, I mean the "the president hates you and everyone sucks" Truth, not the "aliens mutants oh my" truth, because in the future that Transmet is set in, everybody already knows about the aliens and there are probably mutants living next door to you and they always steal your copy of the morning paper, but that's all right because you can log onto a feedsite and read Spider's words while a hologram of him is sticking his cigarette into your eyeball. It's a great series.
• Leftover pasta I don't remember getting. Mom says it's mine, because nobody else in the house would order something with both mushrooms and artichoke hearts. Huh.
Also, I had a dream last night where Jeff Combs was Satan. I'm not sure if it was that Jeff Combs was in reality Satan, or Satan had taken on the face of Jeff Combs, or Satan just happened to look like Jeff Combs. Anyway, we were in a bowling alley. I believe we were bowling for my soul. I was flipping through the Necronomicon because I knew that the secret of bowling to beat Satan was in there somewhere, and Jeff-Satan was yelling at me to hurry up. I was also eating peanuts. When I got up to bowl finally, confident that I knew the secret, Jeff-Satan told me that the act of eating peanuts had damned me to hell anyway.
ETA: Stephen King's Winter Vacation, courtesy SomethingAwful.com. YES.
