The hell with Jeannie - I Dream of Her.
So, I didn’t think I’d be absent from the tumblrverse for so long…and there is no way I can catch up on three weeks worth of posts. Alas, real life has kind of taken precedence.
I’m in Alaska, taking care of my mom as she recovers from a hip replacement. And when I’m not taking care of her, I’m catching Zs when I can. Haven’t done hardly any writing or drawing…done some reading, since she has some out-of-print books that I haven’t read yet, but even that hasn’t been much.
I have gone out with old friends a couple times, but again, not much.
I think I’m going a little stir crazy.
But hey, got a cake from Cold Stone today. So there’s that.
I should probably stop what I’m doing right now and do this to ALL THE THINGS!
DIY Killer Comic Book Heels
Pricetag: Around £15
Time: Eight hours per shoe (I’m a perfectionist and I have big feet)
Brief tutorial under the cut.
I took a nap this afternoon, wherein I had some very strange dreams. I don’t remember all the particulars, but I remember thinking it would make for an awesome read. So here’s the gist of it…please excuse the lack of coherency, if you happen to read this, I just needed to get it out of my head.
I was working for a Tony Stark-type guy as a sort of research assistant. We worked on the sixth floor of a very big building, though the sixth floor was the topmost, for some reason. Our offices were on one end of the floor, the other being mostly taken up with our lobby, and lots of windows for enjoying the view. A very large, strangely intelligent, snake had recently taken up residence outside our office. We didn’t know how it got up there, but it seemed to be constantly slithering around the various decorative stone edifices, sometimes searching for a way inside. Tourists would come all the way up to our floor just to see the serpent.
One day, it somehow managed to get into the office. It surprised my boss, leaving a small nip on his right hip, before we could get out into the lobby and shut it in. The small bite it managed to get seemed to be having a somewhat poisonous effect on my boss. I helped him to one of the sofas in the lobby. He said he’d heard there was an article in a recent issue of a certain men’s magazine that hinted at a possible medicine for such a wound, and sent me downstairs, to floor one and a half, to borrow a copy of the magazine from one of our trusted associates. I went down to retrieve the magazine, and was warned by our associate to keep it hidden until I’d gotten all the way back upstairs. Getting back in the elevator, I was privy to a conversation between two tourists, a mother and a young son. It seemed we were all headed to the same destination, though for different reasons. The mother wanted to entertain her son, to try and distract him from the recent death of his father.
When we got up there, it seemed the serpent had left our office, as we could see it slithering by outside the window nearest the elevator. While they went to watch it, I went the other direction back to my boss, and presented the magazine to him. He bade me go into the office, and try to figure out how the snake had gotten in, and try to block any attempted reentry, and that he’d yell if the snake seemed to be headed back towards us.
And that’s all I recall of that dream. There seemed to be another one that was kind of connected, concerning the boy having magical powers, and him sort of accidentally killing a shaman and the snake…so, it was like two inter-connected/semi-related stories. I know there were other ones, too, but I’ve lost them, for the moment, unfortunately. Maybe I’ll find them tonight…
So, I might turn this into something…but for now I just had to get it out of my head.
One of my favorite scenes of any romance movie!
DADDY!! This is what I’ve been singing all week!! Teehee!! (HAD to reblog!)
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy
Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy…
|—||Time, David Bowie|
Pulp / Pin Up Art