| KITTY KITTY KITTY |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|07:59 pm] |
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Well i made more kittys (5).
I *HEART* Them. =D
Now, Though the kittys are not shirts, they are stuffed with shirt fabric.. hope that kinda counts?
VERY VERY VERY VERY IMG HEAVY.
(but worth it)
((SNEAK PEEK))
( meow meow meow ) |
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| Jonas Brothers VS The Beatles!? |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
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| | Weight of the World - Blue October | ] |
This is major blasphemy, my friends. MAJOR.
The Jonas Brothers compared to the Beatles? You cannot expect a Disney Channel influenced group of little boys who can't write music to be able to even hold a candle to the Beatles. Come 'ead, luvs.
(Legality, of course.)
Even Paul thinks it is blasphemy. We're going to pretend that guy is the guy who wrote the article. :) |
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[Aug. 21st, 2008|01:00 am] |
"I don't come from a broken home! My parents weren't divorced. My mother died," I shouted, genuinely insulted. "So much for confidentiality. I can't believe she told your mom that. I should sue her."
I was trying to play it cool. For the past year, I'd known that I was from an unstable home, but I desperately didn't want Xavier to know it. He was the one person on earth who didn't know about all that stuff.
"I told them how nice your dad is," Xavier insisted. "They were considering changing my school until the principal phoned and said you'd run away."
"I'm living with my uncle," I lied. "He's a salesman. I'm going back to school soon. It's perfectly legitimate."
That was a stupid thing to say. Only lowlifes claimed things were legitimate, classy, or exclusive.
--Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals |
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| ---Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture. |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|10:08 pm] |
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"Coach Graham use to ride me hard. I remember one practice in particular. "You're doing it all wrong, Pausch. Go back! Do it again!" I tried to do what he wanted. It wasn't enough. "You owe me, Pausch! You're doing push-ups after practice."
When I was finally dismissed, one of the assistant coaches came over to reassure me. "Coach Graham rode you pretty hard, didn't he?" he said.
I could barely muster "Yeah."
"That's a good thing," the assistant told me. "When you're screwing up and nobody says anything to you anymore, that means they've given up on you."
That lesson has stuck with with me my whole life. When you see yourself doing something badly an nobody's bothering to tell you anymore, that's a bad place to be. You may not want to hear it, but your critics are often the ones telling you they still love you and care about you, and want to make you better."
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| from "A Hero of Our Time" by Mikhail Lermontov (translated by Vladimir and Dmitri Nobokov) |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|08:33 pm] |
The thunderstorm caught us in the grotto and detained us there for an extra half hour. She did not make me swear that I would be true to her, did not ask if I had loved other women since we had parted. She entrusted herself to me again with the same unconcern as before -- and I will not decieve her. She is the only woman on earth whom I could not bear to deceive. I know that we shall soon part again -- perhaps, forever; that each of us will go his seperate way, graveward. But her memory will remain inviolable in my soul: I have always repeated this to her, and she believes me, although she says she does not.
At last, we seperated: for a long time, I followed her with my gaze until her hat disappeared behind the shrubs and cliffs. My heart painfully contracted as after the first parting. Oh, how that feeling gladdened me! Could it be that youth with its beneficial storms wants to return to me again, or is it merely its farewell glance -- a last gift to its memory? |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|05:34 pm] |
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| | Emilie Autumn - Opheliac | ] |
"Elsewhere in darkness, at the foot of sheer and ragged cliffs, in rock and concrete, cracked and broken by the crashing of milkwater, scoured by swash of black basalt sand and bound, wound round by chains and wires threading through his dead flesh and woven into stone, his shattered ribcage torn by twisted steel, impaled in his eternal agony, a thief of fire rages at his binding. If he would only rest, his chains would rust away, but he must rage against his fate. Some day, he swears, the gods will pay. Some day.
Outside the twilight and beyond the pale, on the other side of our distinctions, in the dark, there are no definitions, no edges, only the internal horizons of your senseless souls. There is, it seems, no forbidden realm so dark you cannot envision it as torment for the forces that you fear. We have no choice but to make that vision flesh. And yet, for all their exile from reality, these myths refuse to recognise defeat. Some day, they say. Some day."
--Hal Duncan, "The Tower of Morning's Bones," in Paper Cities: An Anthology of Urban Fantasy |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|02:51 am] |
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| The artistic side of the fifth Beatle: Stuart Sutcliffe |
[Aug. 21st, 2008|12:03 am] |
 Stuart Sutcliffe Backbeat, the 1994 film charting the rise of The Beatles as a resident club band in Hamburg, pivots on one moment in particular: when Stuart Sutcliffe, played by Stephen Dorff, suffers his ultimately fatal brain haemorrhage while painting in an attic room. ( Read more ) |
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| "do androids dream of electric sheep?" |
[Aug. 21st, 2008|03:51 am] |
"At that moment," Iran said, "when I had the TV sound off, I was in a 382 mood; I had just dialed it. So although I heard the emptiness intellectually, I didn't feel it. My first reaction consisted of being grateful that we could afford a Penfield mood organ. But then I realized how unhealthy it was, sensing the absence of life, not just in this building but everywhere, and not reacting- do you see? I guess you don't. But that used to be considered a sign of mental illness; they called it 'absence of appropriate effect.' So I left the TV sound off and I sat down at my mood organ and experimented. And I finally found a setting for despair." Her dark, pert face showed satisfaction, as if she had achieved something of worth. "So I put it on my schedule for twice a month; I think that's a reasonable amount of time to feel hopeless about everything, about staying here on Earth after everybody who's smart has emigrated, don't you think?"
"But a mood like that, " Rick said, "you're apt to stay in it, not dial your way out. Despair like that, about total reality, is self-perpetuating.
-Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Philip K. Dick
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| John Lennon 'back in Liverpool' |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
 Like looking in the mirror: Alan Swoffer auditioned to play John Lennon in a new biopic Photo: TRINITY MIRROR/BBC.The producers of a new John Lennon biopic must have done a double take when this individual walked through the door.( Read more ) |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|12:37 pm] |
another tshirt->hoodie reconstruction!
i got this shirt at a bar for free, courtesy of jager. woohooo free tshirts! and it's a nice one - all soft and super stretchy :D.
( i see what you did there. ) |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|12:23 pm] |
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Eva: I love Architects. Has Lili told you yet of my affair with Mies van der Rohe?
Nick: No – no, she hasn't –
Eva: She will get to it. Of course, it's a preposterous idea, but it's a thing she likes to say.
Lili: It came on the heels of her affair with Himmler.
Eva: (gaily) Yes, my darling, spin, spin. (Smiliing conspiratorially at Nick) Now what kind of architect do you wish to be?
Nick: Every kind.
Eva: Yes, I'd forgotten. There is never any need to ask an American this sort of question; one always receives the same ansswer. And what do you wish to build?
Nick: A whole city.
Eva: Do you mean, by that, that you wish to build an entire city yourself or that you wish to build a city that is technologically integrated, spiritually complete, and well managed?
Nick: The latter.
Lili: All the cities have already been built.
Nick: Not all of them.
- Richard Greenberg, The American Plan
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| Pete Doherty - "A Stupid Question" |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|09:15 am] |
Someone on or above the earth, tell me why on earth, does she beg of love at the feet of men who snatch hers from her, selling it on to themselves at a profit that can’t possibly reflect its worth.
This is always ungentle robbery, is not a plot of lust, because she is very conscious of her select few lovers, particularly in relation to her gains, to her own sexual harvest.
The answer, in vague and uncertain terms, lies somewhere in the shaded area shaped quadrangle by the lines that don’t quite connect the picture of a father, the part of her soul that freezes at the touch of warmth, the tattered feminist beginners handbook, the lampshade and the bloody gate that she gazes at monthly, that she once made me taste, that stains her desire for progress.
But desire tarnished; twisted, perverse desire, does not have any implications for the progress itself. And so, progressively, her questions become more stupid. Hand in the fire stupid, Eating broken glass stupid, forgetting that you don’t like pain stupid. Stupid then and stupid when, on a terribly, dreadfully sunny day comes the most ridiculous, nauseous, frustratingly stupid question of them all.
On the wall high above the grafiti of all the things I could never bring myself to say, she turned to me just as the sun turned away and (thinking, in her stupidity, that it couldn’t see or hear us) asked: ‘Will you love me forever?’
‘Of course not’, I said. |
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| DATELINE: WINDAWARRI |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
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| | GG Allin - You Hate Me And I Hate You | ] |
I am in the desert as of an hour ago. My room has ensuite bathroom, wifi (which is down right now, online via HSDPA modem - yay forethought) and my boss (who I sat next to on the plane, but wasnt introduced to until I walked in the front door), seems like a pretty cool guy (eh smokes everywhere and doesn't afraid of anything)
I start at 6am tomorrow. Time to crank the A/C and chillax |
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| Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|02:50 am] |
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"Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre: remorse is the poison of life."
"Repentance is said to be its cure, sir."
"It is not its cure. Reformation may be its cure; and I could reform- I have strength yet for that--if--but where is the use of thinking of it, hampered, burdened, cursed as I am? Besides, since happiness is irrevocably denied to me, I have a right to get pleasure out of life: and I will get it, cost what it may." |
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| Cute + Doggy + Simply Surgery = This Tutorial |
[Aug. 17th, 2008|02:42 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | music |
| | singing to my own tune baby! | ] |
Reversible Winter Vest Tutorial!!!
Join my Community for Doggy Clothes!
Doggy Dress Up |
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| BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|03:23 pm] |
Where is your favourite place to sit on an airplane?
Do you ever change your seating at check out? Why? |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|02:59 pm] |
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| | CAFFEINE | ] |
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| | CAFFEINE | ] |
I AM AT AN AIRPORT.
ON MY LAPTOP.
IT IS LIKE BEING ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) girlvinyl EXCEPT NOT AS PRETTY AND WITH SMALLER BOOBS
destination: MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE
YOUR HORSE HAS BROKEN A WHILE AND YOUR CART WAGON HAS DIED OF DYSENTRY
THIS IS AWESOME N/N? |
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