mystic_savage

I just did my 10 minute creative exercise for the day, which gave me this.

Warning:  lots of the f word.  Also warning:  you can hear the twang.

( One last f-- )

UW recently hosted a pocket film contest with the theme of "What Do You Do at the UW?" 

Winners are here:  http://uwpocketmedia.org/2009-winners/  and the first two are highly watchable, each under 2 minutes.

Hi all,

I've been entertaining myself today on listafterlist.com  If you're interested, head over and check out some of my lists (feel free to rate them too).  They're under the name of "Rumtussle".

Oooo Look:  Here's One Now!

"So what's his band's name?"
"Fever."
"Fever?"
...
"He plays a lot of Elvis."

So, trust us to put our house on the market the very week an article comes out in the PI about the real estate market hitting its lowest point in the last twenty years. For some reason that totally doesn't bother me -- it's probably the four chocolate chip cookies I've had (made specially for me by one of our faculty people).  But it could be my natural fluffypagan bouncy denial of everyone else's reality and the belief that there's nothing that a good goat sacrifice and some naked dancing won't cure.  (Not that I sacrifice goats, but I could.  Ritual animal sacrifice has been constitutionally protected for at least a decade now).

Kevin also sent me a link to the Irvine Housing Blog, which has been "chronicling the seventh circle of real estate hell since September of 2006.  Reading it is depressing if you believe in the reality of economic analysis, but worth a few chuckles here and there.  For example, when "IrvineRenter" notes that one couple now list their house at more than 100,000 off of the price they bought it at in 2004, he quotes the lyrics from "Stairway to Heaven," noting that buying this property (located on Stepping Stone Ave) seems to be leading the owners closer to Hades than to Heaven.

Bleh to the market, I say.  Bleh.  I defy you market.  I shake my fist merrily in your face.  I speak in an outrageous french accent.  I spit on you.  I fart in your general direction.

http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-olan-mills-photos.html

From xkcd.com, home of the most brilliant web comic ever.

In celebration of breklor's discovery of LOLSecretz, I have made a couple of my own.  (LOLSecretz = the bastard lovechild of postsecret and LOLcats).

From Dan Savage, my new signature line.  Thanks to breklor for the link to the column.


"You're doing poly wrong when you spend more time diagramming your sexual relationships than you do having sexual relationships."
--Dan Savage

Since the End of the World is Upon Us (sigh) I will now attempt to distract myself with answer to the Friday Five:

1. Tea or coffee?

Does it matter?  They're both picked by unpaid orphans who are locked in a shed at night to keep them from escaping.

2. Do you speak your mind?

Since I too am produced by global economic forces, no.  I speak the HiveMind.

3. What is your escape?

There is no escape.  We're all doomed.

4. When is the last time you cried?

Last night.

5. What are your bedtime rituals?

Crying myself to sleep.  Did I mention that we're all doomed?