Monday, February 23, 2009

If you ask me

Dreaming about your parrot doom-prophesying in the middle of the night is as good a reason as any to lay off the Nyquil.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Stranger than

I only fall in love with fictional characters. Sure, I get crushes on real boys. But eventually they take off their Real Boy masks, and inside is a small, rather sucky sort of person. That's fine. Plastic lips aren't any good for kissing, and I'd rather kick things.

Art by Sina Grace Face.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

My style icons

Joan of Arc


Joan Holloway?

Not exactly Tim Gunn approved.

Monday, February 9, 2009

In your dream house

Two different doorknobs.

Flowers on a lightswitch. (In the Jimi Hendrix bathroom.)

My youngest brother and I were walking down Auburn, and discussing how almost all our dreams that involve a house are centered on the Virginia House. We both spent/spend a lot of time there, but it shows up even when it shouldn't. It has a death grip on our psyches.

A lot of my dreams that involve people sleeping over end up in the bedroom of my adolescence. They almost always end up being nightmares involving interlopers of the paranormal variety. I stopped sleeping in that room when I was seventeen. I didn't get another room; I just wouldn't sleep in it. Well, most nights I didn't really sleep. I would hang around downstairs, and eventually fall asleep on the green couch, or under the dining room table. And dream about this house.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Peace, Jesus.

This is the Peace Jesus. He is the first thing you see when you walk into my mom's house.

Every time you walk by, you give him the peace sign. That's just the way things are done here.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The haps in the South

So far:

- Midnight arrival followed by private feast of potato leek soup, baked ziti, and strawberry trifle, prepared by mother.

- Said mother refuses to believe I eat in Los Angeles, and has been pushing vitamin supplements at me in hopes of staving off my "malnutrition." ( I have gone from chunky to merely chubby; my mother finds this disconcerting.)

- Adorable new nephew José is still very small; still looks more sea creature than human.

- Finicky water heater made certain I was the only one forced to take a freezing cold shower, followed by a violent chicken dance as a means to avoid hypothermia.

- Nearly scrubbed off my face with new face scrub. I had a bad reaction, and my face is a terrible itchy, burny, hivey, mess. At least I am in a city where people care less if you are disfigured, chubby, and wearing white sneakers.

- My mother's parrot, Olive, is hysterical. She makes soothing kissy noises when the baby is in the room with her. She also enjoys diving in her water bowl to take baths.

- Loud talking in TJ Maxx as my mother and I critiqued every shoe, bag, and decorative paper weight in the joint.

- Chocolate chip cookies.

-Made my first pot of chili ever. It was okay!

- Several episodes of Buffy.

- Lemon Bars.