Seven new tattoos on KoL tonight! I am the outfit-collectin' maven. Now my task is collecting clingfilm for the Roy Orbison costume, and collecting demon names so I can get the ultimate evil trophy... ANYWAY.

New camera = new pictures. Old SD card, though. So first, a comparison:

This picture was left over from before.


And now:


Of course, he won't get on my desk when I actually want him there. :P Cat...

( some aminals, me, and selected neat parts of the kitchen and my bedroom. )

Butcher knocked over the whole sugar canister into the cat box. Furry little motherfucker. I dreamed about shoplifting shoes and fending off muggers.

It's rainy out, and windy as hell. I don't want to walk anywhere in this! I haven't even gotten dressed yet. >.> Now I'm all busy trying to consider how to rearrange the kitchen so the cat can't get up on the baking-staples-and-also-betta-fish counter...

D: I want to sit on the couch and hide inside today.

What are the implications of chemically-induced autism? I'm most interested/concerned in this suggestion they pose in the article:

It might also lead to recreational autism, where people who want to take a break from having messy emotions about other people decide to unplug and enter a state where human relationships are no more important than inanimate objects.

...just... wow. Wow that someone would consider that, wow that a lot of people might consider that... wow that's one hell of a description of the effect.

The cutest freaking litter of black terrier puppies. What's a Glen of Imaal, and why are their terriers black? Who cares, they're ADORABLE.

Low-intensity fire rescue: "She said: 'Mary I'm on fire,' so I said: 'let's both go out.' She was all right – for her age at 101 – she's marvellous."

Point by point comparison of State of the Union addresses. GWB 2008 compared to the president in Idiocracy, 2505. OH SHIT YOU GUYS. WE'RE 500 YEARS AHEAD OF SCHEDULE.

The Dark Knight might not be Heath Ledger's final movie. I've been excited about The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus since I heard about it, and it would be lovely if they could figure out a way to keep the movie going, between CGI and whatever magical plot devices they need.

Oops. I should get dressed.

I do not say this lightly: oh man, this is the worst Chinese food ever. D:

I swear, the chicken is pigeon or coydog or something that is not chicken, because it's gross. And I think I could make better fried rice myself.

Apparently, all the good cooks that went to China Buffet when the Jade burned down have gone back now that it's rebuilt. Seriously. Lame.

I'm about to buy a book of postcard stamps, would anyone like a postcard? I have a handful of Kent-Delord House cards (it's a historical site about four blocks from my house), one of the PSU campus, and three amusing but sekrit! cards, also a small book of blanks I can draw up myself. So! Comments screened, leave me your address if you'd like one, and if you'd prefer a certain type say so.

Random Shoes is such a sad episode of Torchwood. Poor Eugene Jones. Dead pookie.

Crap, I forgot I wanted to make my mom a cardinal hat for her birthday. That's my task for the next few, trying to get that ridiculous bird crest into a hat form. She'll love it, though!