The Child Thief

By Brom. Go do it. You know you want to.

all your headaches are belong to me

I am not well.

Not well

at all.

I blame Obama for my weather-change flu.

The end.

And now, for something completely different.

I haven't updated in for-ay-ever. That's cause I was working seventy-hour weeks, and couldn't be bothered. Now that no one is reading this dreck any longer (good for you), I can say whatever unrelated nonsense I want, and shan't be judged. Heh.

I'm leaving Houston, moving (again!), tomorrow. Yes, am terrified.

I watched the Monty Python-a-thon on IFC last night. God, I love Idle and Cleese. They make my inside bits happy.

Also participating in NaNoWriMo for the first time, which is also terrifying, but fifty thousand words only comes out to about 1700 words a day, so I'm not exactly in the shit.

In further news, I am now obsessed with George R. R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire nonsense. Guh. Give me big facially scarred men with pyrophobia any day. Or Jaime Lannister would do just as well. Twincest!

Erm...oh. The reason I'm actually updating is cause Severin Koller with the beautiful cheekbones is back in business. I watched him ages ago, mainly because he's an incendiary prick who's actually really good at what he does, and is passionate about it.

He doesn't just shoot a couple pictures in high exposure, or in sepia, and think it's amazing because he did it. Now, I don't know the first thing about photography, but I know all about artistic passion (because I'm sure I haven't it any longer), and he manages well. I don't mind a swotty git if he actually knows what he's talking about.

I'm not sure whether I'll be updating regularly from now on, but we'll see.

Oh, God, I'm terrified.