Piggies!

Dan is never going to find a piglet as cool as these.
GIVE UP LOSER!

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put it all together and bill the concierge.

I may not be around much over the next few weeks.
So I shall leave you in the safe hands of the Royal Air Force, as personified by Armstrong and Miller. Ausgeseichnet!

oh boy

This is so sappy.
but this song is exactly how i'm feeling.



and ryan adams is teh sex.
you know, despite being a deaf midget struggling beneath the weight of his own ego.
he sure can write songs.

such a smart girl!

uh.
i just realised that my piercer looks like jemaine from flight of the conchords, only he's fair.
it was bothering me the whole time i was talking to him.
oh.
and there ain't no tea party like my nana's tea party.

Flight of the Conchords - Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros from Flight of the Conchords

Tis a Pity He's a...

little boy.
But it helps that he has an adorable accent and messed up teeth.

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One of the Best

Evar.
Seriously. Not to outshine Lord Havelock *swoons dutifully* but this is...this is just...yeah. Please. The ladies are going to be queuing up for these gents.

Now...I'm just going to go have a little lie-down to recover from the big ugly fib I just told.

Haaavelock

I made the serious mistake of watching this while eating chocolate.
'Don't let me detain you.'
WUFFLES!

Hee

Too bad I only feel this way about Vimes.

All Knowledge...

...is worth having.
Probably about an hour of concentrated work, spread finely over a weekend, a devo or two, and a meeting. Nekkid bishi with art nouveau hair!

Seriously.

Look at this.

And this.

And this.

Australia!

I forgot how happy Hugh Jackman's chest made me.
I think I'm actually getting a little choked up.
It's been so long, Hugh...hold me.

Eloi! Eloi! Lama sabacthani!
I am in great pain. Mah belly hurts. All of it. Guh. Also, I have a wisdom tooth crowning and my gum is ripping open. Hurrah!
And I'm all sniffly. I want my mum.
At least spring is in full swing, with wildflowers and animals everywhere. There's a woodpecker who hunts outside my window, but I don't think he lives there, thanks be to all that is holy.
I saw the trippiest drawing the other day. I think it was done by a nine year old boy. It was called 'water dragon' and it was of this strange, blunt-faced animal with huuge anime eyes walking toward a fat man, barking, with someone saying 'watch the fat man.'
How awesome is that?
Also, I hate rooibos tea. It is most foul.
And look how EVUL Lucius Malfoy is.

This is My Penance.

I really hate to admit this, but I think I might just be madly in love with Matthew Bellamy. Observe. I don't know what I've done to deserve this, but I really sincerely like this band. Ugh. I hate myself. I know that this, fundamentally, contradicts almost everything I stand for but...in my defense, I have loved them since before they were cool.
Anyhow enter improvisation. Despite the fact that I inherently loathe the piano. There's no piano in this song.

Icy Spicy Leonie

For some reason, I thought of you, Kenji.

Sod it, He's Mine!

John Cleese, I mean.

Also, Beware

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Assemblage

I have recently developed a desire to paint an old woman. This is the sort of perverse feeling that creeps up on me whenever I look at Armin Mersmann's work. If you don't know who that is, Google him. You will fall hopelessly in love. He probably has the hippest taste in music of any fifty year old in the world. I don't necessarily agree with him taste, but I can't do anything but stare slack-jawed at his talent. Brat.
Concerning his work, it is, in the main, pencil (graphite) drawings on large scales, increasingly large, in fact, in a startlingly photorealistic style that took me several viewings to really appreciate, or even believe. He's mind-boggling. I would love to know how he manages to draw every single pore and wrinkle, rendering them in such brilliant contrast, but it likely has something to do with the fact that he spends about four hundred hours on a drawing that I would speed through in five or six.
Which reminds me. I haven't done a good, long-term drawing in a while. Probably has something to do with losing my xacto knife, or not owning fixatif. And my portfolio is falling apart like Satan. I've had that stroppy sky-blue folder since I was thirteen, and it has trailed me over the past three continents like a lost puppy.
Speaking of puppies, I was watching a dog show the other night. Shut up. I was. It was the only thing on the telly worth watching, sadly enough. It made me remember why I love borzois so much. Yes, they're lanky and have those irritating wedge-shaped heads, and probably shed too much, and look nervous and aristocratic, but there's something in the curl of their tails and the sensitivity in their ears that makes me adore them. I want one. I promised myself that I shall, someday, adopt a little borzoi puppy and name him Lord Ruthven.
And, to complete this post. I love the Wiggles, don't you?

OH NOES!!!!

Mattel is Out to Get Me

Now would be a good time to hand me a tranquilliser. Many of them.

Life is, apparently, not worth living any longer.

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This is completely a gratuitous compromise to my hormones. *Falls into an ab-induced coma*