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Because Fruitviking.
anagramofbrat: (green things)
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Hiding, honestly. MA is like KISS ME I'M IRISH WHOOOOOOO epicenter between Boston being Boston and the 2nd biggest St. Pat's parade in the country happening a couple of towns south. Hopefully it'll mean a quiet day with the kids, some corned beef brisket later (yum!) and after the kids go to bed something thick and sweet containing a whole lot of Duggan's Irish Creme.

I did most of my "celebrating" by putting on Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys and Solas at the store. Because nothing sells iPads like some rowdy folk yelling about going to Boston to find a randomly missing wooden leg right?

Seriously, though, I'd make some crack about DO I FUCKING LOOK IRISH but the truth it there is likely some back there for all I really know. Not enough to excuse drinking a Shamrock Shake by choice though, much as whatever Native American I know for sure is mixed up back there doesn't legitimize me doing whatever Generokee crap is fun and popular at the moment. I mean, could you imagine a First Nations/Native American Day? It'd be nothing but war bonnets, eagle feathers and fringe fucking EVERYWHERE and people would be UNCOMFORTABLE.

So um yeah. Not really so much with the Green Holiday.

As an aside, MY BROTHERS, MY SWEET NERDS OF COLOR. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BUY ANOTHER GREEN T-SHIRT. I mean, it's embarrassing enough that y'all even wear green today, but cool as the idea of an army of John Stewarts is, it just looks like all y'all showed up at the prom wearing the same dress. COME ON.
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Though I agree, "Hey Jude" and a few other ones are missing in there. My first thought being NIN's "Every Day Is Exactly The Same" could fit in the Land of 1000 dances space quite easily.

Anyway, it's Monday, it's ass cold in MA this morning, we now live in a world without Jack Lalanne, and I have a cubic asston of cleaning, washing and work to do today. You?



ETA: Oh yeah IT'S TIME TO TESSSSSEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR VALENTINR AGAIN, KIDS. LOVE ME.

My Valentinr - kjpepper
Get your own valentinr
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Though I agree, "Hey Jude" and a few other ones are missing in there. My first thought being NIN's "Every Day Is Exactly The Same" could fit in the Land of 1000 dances space quite easily.

Anyway, it's Monday, it's ass cold in MA this morning, we now live in a world without Jack Lalanne, and I have a cubic asston of cleaning, washing and work to do today. You?



ETA: Oh yeah IT'S TIME TO TESSSSSEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR VALENTINR AGAIN, KIDS. LOVE ME.

My Valentinr - kjpepper
Get your own valentinr
anagramofbrat: (spanking the princess)
I finally figured out a use for my Christmas Kindle* that does not make the baby Kal-El** cry:



Who doesn't need her sheet reprinted tonight? THIS TIEFLING PSION BITCH, that's right.

Already planning on tossing my WoD character sheets on here too, as well as some other game related PDFs I've got laying around that I don't feel like reading on my computer. Why hello there, NERDBOX3000***, how are you today?


* Insert usual rant about my irrational luddite hatred of e-readers. But since the gods have a sense of humor, I ended up with one for Christmas.

** [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I watched Superman: the Movie last night. It was a lot better than I expected, but that may have been because I was watching [livejournal.com profile] cell23 react to it more than the actual movie, which proved just as interesting.

*** aaaaand name acquired.
anagramofbrat: (spanking the princess)
I finally figured out a use for my Christmas Kindle* that does not make the baby Kal-El** cry:



Who doesn't need her sheet reprinted tonight? THIS TIEFLING PSION BITCH, that's right.

Already planning on tossing my WoD character sheets on here too, as well as some other game related PDFs I've got laying around that I don't feel like reading on my computer. Why hello there, NERDBOX3000***, how are you today?


* Insert usual rant about my irrational luddite hatred of e-readers. But since the gods have a sense of humor, I ended up with one for Christmas.

** [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I watched Superman: the Movie last night. It was a lot better than I expected, but that may have been because I was watching [livejournal.com profile] cell23 react to it more than the actual movie, which proved just as interesting.

*** aaaaand name acquired.
anagramofbrat: (sail away with me)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.

Interestingly enough, these are both from comics.



  1. This is a panel from Jhonen Vasquez' I Feel Sick, also known as Fisher Price® My First Comic Book™. (Well, the first one I ever actually liked.) Way back in '99 my then boss and friend Jim handed me the first issue of this (it was a 2 parter) saying "oh hey, this isn't really my style, but I think you'll really like it." Years later, it's still one of my favorite things ever.

    What's happening at this point is Devi (in the purple hair) has been nagged, cajoled and generally pain-in-the-assed outside by her best friend Tenna after a long period of shutting down and hiding in her apartment consumed with work (and not being able to complete it), fear/disappointment after a string of guys have all tried to kill her in some bizarre way on the first date, and what turns out to be a parasitic force living in/feeding off her head, preventing her from creating/working.

    Yeah, that sound ENTIRELY too familiar right now.

    It's funny, when I first picked up the comics a decade ago, I identified more with Tenna than with Devi. Now it just seems like I get Devi's position a lot more these days. So the task of finding and beating up the psychotic doll using my brainmeats to become real becomes obvious, eh?

    As a side note, I almost didn't find this image. Way back when I built a fan site for I Feel Sick, and when I was thinking up answers to this question I tore up EPEEN trying to find a backup of said site, seeing as it's been offline for years. I finally found it wedged in a folder on a folder in a folder in the wrong folder in a folder, and browsing all the panel scans made me go downstairs, yank the now falling-apart issues off the shelf and reread them. Hasn't lost any of its punch years later. Just my perspective's changed. Also made me nostalgic for the site itself. Jesus, all that work trying to accomplish an effect with tables and slices that HTML 4 and CSS could accomplish now like nothing.




  2. Poking around on DA, I found this fan sketch of Fucshia and Criminy from Sinfest. Their weird but sweetly adorable "girl from the wrong side of the tracks plane of reality falls in love with boy stuck in self erected fortress of solitude" story arc has been a slowly developing subplot in the comic for a while now.

    The surface connotation/analogy and why it is OMG RELEVANT TO MAI LYFE should be pretty damned obvious, and if it isn't you haven't been paying attention to my icons much. ;) I do have to admit I'm charmed by the less obvious parallels between their relationship and mine with [livejournal.com profile] cell23, not least of which being both the near simultaneous timeline and the courtship via books (though the one I gave him ages ago didn't then try to devour him and everything/one else). Needless to say, I'm shipping them super hard and hope they ultimately work out.



Speaking of which (and obvious connotations) the coincidental timing of this isn't lost on me. On 12/15/08, on a whim and a spirit of "fuck it all, I'm doing this" I blew off the second half of my workday to go first out to lunch, then on an ill-advised adventure with a certain young man. Quite a bit happened that afternoon, but one of the bits that stands out in my head was stopping in the side doorway of Thornes after getting ice cream and kissing [livejournal.com profile] cell23 for the first time after wanting to for longer than I'm willing to admit. Even though I wouldn't own up to it until later, that was pretty much the moment I lost my heart. Two years later and the pain in the ass still hasn't given it back. Which is okay, I've got his. Nyeh.

Life is so goddamn WEIRD sometimes. The day I met him back in 2004, he and [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey were a) together b) parents of a fresh baked baby girl that liked having her toes played with (and still does) c) giving me the side-eye for being Janra's stunt cunt. If someone had told me where I'd end up six years later... yeah, about that. It took a lot of hellfire, heartbreak and disaster for both of us to end up here, and I still occasionally catch myself looking at him and thinking "Wait, what? How did that happen?" Not that how matters all that much anymore.

Anyway. Two years later and we haven't killed each other yet. Here's to getting to 3, 5, 10 and forever. <3


Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! - Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! (The four at the end are Kidzilla's. Yep, she's started her own scroll. XD )
anagramofbrat: (sail away with me)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.

Interestingly enough, these are both from comics.



  1. This is a panel from Jhonen Vasquez' I Feel Sick, also known as Fisher Price® My First Comic Book™. (Well, the first one I ever actually liked.) Way back in '99 my then boss and friend Jim handed me the first issue of this (it was a 2 parter) saying "oh hey, this isn't really my style, but I think you'll really like it." Years later, it's still one of my favorite things ever.

    What's happening at this point is Devi (in the purple hair) has been nagged, cajoled and generally pain-in-the-assed outside by her best friend Tenna after a long period of shutting down and hiding in her apartment consumed with work (and not being able to complete it), fear/disappointment after a string of guys have all tried to kill her in some bizarre way on the first date, and what turns out to be a parasitic force living in/feeding off her head, preventing her from creating/working.

    Yeah, that sound ENTIRELY too familiar right now.

    It's funny, when I first picked up the comics a decade ago, I identified more with Tenna than with Devi. Now it just seems like I get Devi's position a lot more these days. So the task of finding and beating up the psychotic doll using my brainmeats to become real becomes obvious, eh?

    As a side note, I almost didn't find this image. Way back when I built a fan site for I Feel Sick, and when I was thinking up answers to this question I tore up EPEEN trying to find a backup of said site, seeing as it's been offline for years. I finally found it wedged in a folder on a folder in a folder in the wrong folder in a folder, and browsing all the panel scans made me go downstairs, yank the now falling-apart issues off the shelf and reread them. Hasn't lost any of its punch years later. Just my perspective's changed. Also made me nostalgic for the site itself. Jesus, all that work trying to accomplish an effect with tables and slices that HTML 4 and CSS could accomplish now like nothing.




  2. Poking around on DA, I found this fan sketch of Fucshia and Criminy from Sinfest. Their weird but sweetly adorable "girl from the wrong side of the tracks plane of reality falls in love with boy stuck in self erected fortress of solitude" story arc has been a slowly developing subplot in the comic for a while now.

    The surface connotation/analogy and why it is OMG RELEVANT TO MAI LYFE should be pretty damned obvious, and if it isn't you haven't been paying attention to my icons much. ;) I do have to admit I'm charmed by the less obvious parallels between their relationship and mine with [livejournal.com profile] cell23, not least of which being both the near simultaneous timeline and the courtship via books (though the one I gave him ages ago didn't then try to devour him and everything/one else). Needless to say, I'm shipping them super hard and hope they ultimately work out.



Speaking of which (and obvious connotations) the coincidental timing of this isn't lost on me. On 12/15/08, on a whim and a spirit of "fuck it all, I'm doing this" I blew off the second half of my workday to go first out to lunch, then on an ill-advised adventure with a certain young man. Quite a bit happened that afternoon, but one of the bits that stands out in my head was stopping in the side doorway of Thornes after getting ice cream and kissing [livejournal.com profile] cell23 for the first time after wanting to for longer than I'm willing to admit. Even though I wouldn't own up to it until later, that was pretty much the moment I lost my heart. Two years later and the pain in the ass still hasn't given it back. Which is okay, I've got his. Nyeh.

Life is so goddamn WEIRD sometimes. The day I met him back in 2004, he and [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey were a) together b) parents of a fresh baked baby girl that liked having her toes played with (and still does) c) giving me the side-eye for being Janra's stunt cunt. If someone had told me where I'd end up six years later... yeah, about that. It took a lot of hellfire, heartbreak and disaster for both of us to end up here, and I still occasionally catch myself looking at him and thinking "Wait, what? How did that happen?" Not that how matters all that much anymore.

Anyway. Two years later and we haven't killed each other yet. Here's to getting to 3, 5, 10 and forever. <3


Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! - Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! (The four at the end are Kidzilla's. Yep, she's started her own scroll. XD )
anagramofbrat: (read a book)
I've been plowing through what is turning out to be a rather prodigious book haul from from the library this month. If anything, books provided an excellent distraction from itching this week. By the way, all that's gotten a fair amount better, though still fascinatingly gross: instead of raised cherry red welts, I now have raised, ghastly looking white welts around scabs (which DEAR GODS it takes a hell of an amount of willpower not to pick at). I suppose one vaguely amusing side effect of having this shit again is that I get to watch and document it in all its oogy humans-are-gross glory.

Okay, maybe this post is a little bit related to pox.

Also, "pox" is kind of a hilariously silly looking word.

Anyway. Books )
anagramofbrat: (read a book)
I've been plowing through what is turning out to be a rather prodigious book haul from from the library this month. If anything, books provided an excellent distraction from itching this week. By the way, all that's gotten a fair amount better, though still fascinatingly gross: instead of raised cherry red welts, I now have raised, ghastly looking white welts around scabs (which DEAR GODS it takes a hell of an amount of willpower not to pick at). I suppose one vaguely amusing side effect of having this shit again is that I get to watch and document it in all its oogy humans-are-gross glory.

Okay, maybe this post is a little bit related to pox.

Also, "pox" is kind of a hilariously silly looking word.

Anyway. Books )
anagramofbrat: (squee)
This one just arrived on my doorstep this morning.



Yes yes, those are my boobs, stop staring at them and LOOKIT HOW AWESOME THIS SWEET SWEET MOTHERFUCKING T-SHIRT IS.

God I love TeeFury. I find it amusing that the two t-shirts i own from there are both Star Wars themed. (I got this one last year.)

Thank you [livejournal.com profile] subquixote!
anagramofbrat: (squee)
This one just arrived on my doorstep this morning.



Yes yes, those are my boobs, stop staring at them and LOOKIT HOW AWESOME THIS SWEET SWEET MOTHERFUCKING T-SHIRT IS.

God I love TeeFury. I find it amusing that the two t-shirts i own from there are both Star Wars themed. (I got this one last year.)

Thank you [livejournal.com profile] subquixote!
anagramofbrat: (i want it now)
Normally I kinda hate Penny Arcade, but this morning's actually made me LOL because yes.



I'll believe it when it's in my hand, installed onto EPEEN and I've tucked a 20 into a stripper's g-string to make her bobble her pasties at me while Duke exhorts her to "shake it, baby." But meanwhile? OMG.

Yes, I'm actually excited about this, Duke 3D was one of the last games I got really into before kinda giving up on PC gaming way back when.

Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (i want it now)
Normally I kinda hate Penny Arcade, but this morning's actually made me LOL because yes.



I'll believe it when it's in my hand, installed onto EPEEN and I've tucked a 20 into a stripper's g-string to make her bobble her pasties at me while Duke exhorts her to "shake it, baby." But meanwhile? OMG.

Yes, I'm actually excited about this, Duke 3D was one of the last games I got really into before kinda giving up on PC gaming way back when.

Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
This comic was inspired by an experience I had a few night ago. I was pulling into the parking lot of Safeway when I saw one of those gratuitously bright shooting stars. I tried to think of a really good wish, but the shooting star had surprised me and I didn't really have any good wishes on deck, so I wished for the first semi-intelligible thing that came to mind: for the rest of my life to be totally awesome.

As soon as that ham-fisted jumble of words left my mouth, I immediately started thinking of all the ways my wish could backfire and how the phrase "I wish that the rest of my life is totally awesome" could be misinterpreted and taken out of context and turned around to cause me great misery. I silently berated myself for not choosing my words more carefully. I could have used this opportunity to secure a bright and wonderful future for myself, but no, I was stupid and just blurted out the first dumb thing to barge into my head and I'd wasted my wish and possibly also earned myself an untimely death or a crippling brain injury.

Then I realized that I was sitting in a Safeway parking lot, consumed by anxiety over whether some fictional being that grants wishes was going to screw me out of my wish through a technical loophole involving death, brain damage or prolonged unconsciousness.

It made me feel slightly uncomfortable that I'm the person making all the decisions about my life.



From today's Hyperbole and a Half. I post this because I had an almost verbatim experience on Friday night (must be the tail end of Perseids) heading out to the car after forgetting my leftover carbonara in my back seat. A meteorite streaked across the sky and I was all like "HO SHIT UM UM UM [$wish]! Only make it not suck and stuff!" And then was promptly ashamed of/amused at myself.

Listening to "F**k You" on loop today. I think we finally found something to burn the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack out of my brain. Man, thinking about the next week makes me want to bury my head under my bed and not come out again until the damn move is over. I'm gonna need good music to get through it.

Adopt one today!
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
This comic was inspired by an experience I had a few night ago. I was pulling into the parking lot of Safeway when I saw one of those gratuitously bright shooting stars. I tried to think of a really good wish, but the shooting star had surprised me and I didn't really have any good wishes on deck, so I wished for the first semi-intelligible thing that came to mind: for the rest of my life to be totally awesome.

As soon as that ham-fisted jumble of words left my mouth, I immediately started thinking of all the ways my wish could backfire and how the phrase "I wish that the rest of my life is totally awesome" could be misinterpreted and taken out of context and turned around to cause me great misery. I silently berated myself for not choosing my words more carefully. I could have used this opportunity to secure a bright and wonderful future for myself, but no, I was stupid and just blurted out the first dumb thing to barge into my head and I'd wasted my wish and possibly also earned myself an untimely death or a crippling brain injury.

Then I realized that I was sitting in a Safeway parking lot, consumed by anxiety over whether some fictional being that grants wishes was going to screw me out of my wish through a technical loophole involving death, brain damage or prolonged unconsciousness.

It made me feel slightly uncomfortable that I'm the person making all the decisions about my life.



From today's Hyperbole and a Half. I post this because I had an almost verbatim experience on Friday night (must be the tail end of Perseids) heading out to the car after forgetting my leftover carbonara in my back seat. A meteorite streaked across the sky and I was all like "HO SHIT UM UM UM [$wish]! Only make it not suck and stuff!" And then was promptly ashamed of/amused at myself.

Listening to "F**k You" on loop today. I think we finally found something to burn the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack out of my brain. Man, thinking about the next week makes me want to bury my head under my bed and not come out again until the damn move is over. I'm gonna need good music to get through it.

Adopt one today!

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