Arrived the other day and, since I haven’t a clue where to put her yet, she can simply stand on my dining room table looking about as cute as a doll can look cute. She stands well over a foot tall and, much to my surprise, weighs more than she looks; a sign I almost always take to mean quality. That or she’s filled with lead.
Can also see my custom matchbooks from the previous post arranged on the table, beside an always-burning tea-light. ♥
With my e-mail and web address.
It’s been well over a decade since I tossed my television.
One of, if not the single-most liberating thing I’ve ever – ever – done. It freed me from the distractions, the insipidity, the perpetuation of every ugly stereotype you can fathom, the sensationalism, the disinformation pretending to be news, the social training that teaches us girls must like pink, and boys aren’t permitted to cry.
It saved me from the fear and consumption: You’re ugly. You’re too fat. Your hair is listless. Your legs are pock-marked. Your tits are too small. Your tits are too big. You have the wrong haircut, the wrong clothes, the wrong shoes, the wrong face, body, ideas, dreams. It’s all wrong, The TV taught me. But don’t worry: We have the products, the modes of thinking for you. Just purchase this stuff. It’ll make it all better. We promise. No, really. We have your best interests at heart.
I left the prison of the mind over a decade ago, and the freedom bells continue to sing their beautiful song of emancipation.
Even if I spent the next week trying my best, trying my hardest and with unwavering concentration to care less about this – or any – Olympics, I’m not sure I could muster more dontgiveashit than I have already accrued. Of all of the things we, as a society, could and should be focusing on, I can’t believe global sports is right at the top. Time and time and time again.
Keep your sports to yourself. All of you. Celebrate your emotionally empty and intellectually vacuous lives and leave me out of it. It means nothing.
Enjoy the distractions, the fluff, the mindlessness of it all.
That is all.
A sort of quasi-professional placeholder page until I drum up something more fascinating, intriguing, compelling. For years I’ve done anything from web design to graphic design of any kind and have spent a great deal of time doing custom GUI (graphical user interface) design. So I figured, after a hiatus from said work, I’d get back into it, at least in a laid-back, freelancing kind of way.
Just some silly expression that came to me during a talk with another. I made a rhyme! ^_^