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The weathermen have said to expect 1-4 inches of snow for the last three days. Other than a sprinkle that was gone by 10am? no snow. Temperatures dropped and errthang, but nothing fell from the sky. At least it sorta feels like winter out there - other than the freak snowstorm around Halloween we haven't really had any winter weather of note this year.... which of course means we're going to get five feet around beginning to mid-April. I'd not be surprised if we got snowed into PAX.

Anyway. So life, not much really to report at the moment. I've been fighting off a chest cold for a little over a week; today I'm ready to declare the battle lost. Mostly because I can; I'm done with today's bell performance (which went much better than previous ones) and I've got nothing planned for the rest of the day. I did want to get productive things done with the time, but considering how I feel right now, I'm declaring fuck it and reserve the right to hide in my nice warm bed with library books and the iPad relentlessly consuming media and occasionally whining pathetically at cell23 to get me things so I don't have to move. Considering what the last couple of days have been like with regard to social, family and wedding stuff commitments, I'm not too surprised my body is all "No, seriously, bitch, lay down and rest a spell."

Course, I can't complain, other than being punctuated by coughing the past couple days had their really good moments. Friday I spent running around doing wedding shit (more about that in a separate entry because there is a LOT of blathering to be done about that) and yesterday I spent first up in Athol at cell23's uncle's birthday brunch, and then later we went to Moti's for dinner and all I can say is oooooooh, Persian lamb stew nom nom. After that there was the Bon Appetit Burlesque's Love/Hate Show and, well, boobies. Also there is something incredibly happy about ending your day by being sassed (and then hugged) by an adorable drag queen in a wedding dress. I seriously have more than a little bit of a crush on Hors D'Oeuvres, I'm not even going to lie.

It was during the second half of the show that I (and indeed, everyone else in the audience) heard about Whitney Houston. ( this got long. )

Anyway. About that lying down, resting a spell and feeling miserable... Waiting to Exhale has been on my Netflix queue forever, maybe today's a good day to actually watch it.

I completely blame devilishdestiny for reminding me this morning that a lot of popular shoe brands allow you to customize your shoes now on their web sites. My morning has pretty much been wasted playing with make-your-own Chucks and Timberlands while silently thanking The Great To-Whom-It-May-Concern that Reebok didn't offer the same service for high top Freestyles, seeing as I'd actually probably buy those. Except Reebok TOTALLY DOES. Damn it.

So as a personal deterrent for customizing something I'd actually buy* I've been having an unholy amount of fun designing utterly hideous sneakers. I'm actually rather proud of these two:

Taste the Rainbow:


As @justdowd pointed out on Twitter, Punky Brewster might have been seen wearing these once upon a time. Hell, my 7th Grade to College Freshman self would totally love the shit out of these, not going to lie.

A tribute to yvettesbridalformal.com:


Well I mean, when's the last time you can think of that a web site (and a horrific one at that) inspired some seriously ugly footwear? I wonder if buying and wearing these would qualify me for some kind of performance art grant?

(The really scary thing? The shoe is astronomically less ugly than the web site that inspired it.)

Yeah, I have problems. Deal with it.



I do need to at some point, seeing as my current freestyles have no tread left... but will probably be sticking to my usual basic black, tempting as the purple accented options are.

Not what I wanted to have to hear about in my twitter feed today. Boosting the signal to all my Smithies cause this shit isn't okay.

http://gneissguy.tumblr.com/post/4539855184/eve-before-battle
http://gneissguy.tumblr.com/post/4555557924/of-ultimatums-at-smith-college-and-decisions-to-be-made

TL;DR version: Smith Admissions told a male-identified transgender student they could not host prospective students. I really have no words other than

Because some days I freely admit that most of my brain never matured past the sixth grade:

bottledgoose: as an aside, your ice cream spoon is positively festooned in vulvas
cell23: it's not like i'm making a mask out of... what?
cell23: that's... how?
bottledgoose: FESTOONED.
cell23: i don't have an ice cream spoon.
bottledgoose: in some seriously vaginal flowers
bottledgoose: yeah you do
bottledgoose: its the spoon with the really long handle. For ice cream floats.
cell23: ah
cell23: also called "just another spoon"
bottledgoose: so much for being specific in regards to which spoon is vaginariffic

And to think, that snippet came AFTER the more disturbing part of the conversation involving elves murdering people with candy cane shivs. But seriously, I'm not making this up:





To be fair, The House has an equally "floral" shower curtain in the upstairs bathroom that makes me *snrrrk* all the damn time. I mean, I get the whole flowers=vaginas imagery but sometimes I want to walk up to people that design this stuff and be all like "HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THAT???"

This is gonna be one of those entries where I lose friends on all sides of the spectrum. SO BE IT.

( RANTING AHOY. Considering it's regarding the PA Dickwolves drama, triggery like whoa )

ETA: non friend commentary screened. I'm not interested in outside wankery on this.

ETA2: ehh never mind i just locked the post from further comments. I realize thats probably going to piss folk off moar and violates my usual policy of encouraging people to tell me when i'm wrong, but upon thinking about it, i realize i don't have my usual level of trollface and popcorn interest in seeing which of my friends are on what side (i'm pretty sure i know where y'all stand by now) and having you cockfight it out. Also, this is the blue moon occasion where i'm off the fence i usually ride like a prize stallion and am pretty solid in how i feel about it. For whatever its worth, it seems like a flounce/chickenshit/fuck you move even to me, lol. But whatever. Its not like if you really want to talk to me about this you don't know where and how to get a hold of me. I just dont want to do it here. Interpret that as you will, i suppose.

Goddamn, cell23 had some serious GQ motherfucker mojo on last night.

Seriously I would totally pay him to just loll about being manly in classy 3 piece suits if I could.

WEEELLLP that ain't getting unstuck from my head anytime soon. Especially since cell23 is now singing it in the other room.

Guys, The Guild is TERRIBLE. I just tried to watch it on Netflix with cell23, and man I've never cringed so much in 45 minutes before now and I think I need a double shot of vodka to deal with that mess. Seriously, any liking/respect for Felicia Day I had going from Dr. Horrible has been thoroughly canceled out in the space of an hour. "Date my avatar" was cute, but everything else out of this project makes me twitch on some visceral "what is wrong with you people" level.

Yeah, I'm done.

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 subquixote!

A great reason to pull the "my president is more lickable than yours" tag out:



*applause*