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How to have Metal Hair, by some sixteen-year-old in Utah.
Informative.
Z is going to have this done to him, I hope he understands.
He's said no eyeliner, however.
Awesomest thing ever: a Google video of a very expensive cat toy. If my parents didn't rely on dial-up I would so send this to them. I hate to do this, but plug your ears: OMGSOOOOCUUUUUUUTE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Sorry, I couldn't help it. Just, just the look on her face at the end, where she's like, oh shit, the bad techno music-- I woke it up-- shit! and runs away! Awesome.
Heh heh. Ahh. Whoo. Yep. Ahh. Good times.
My parents had a photo taken of themselves in a studio, as kind of a fundraiser for the local church, and they were like, hey, that'd be a nice present to give people, right? A nice portrait of ourselves. So they ordered a bunch. And the proofs looked ok. But once the photographer was done with all the retouching and everything...
They look awful. They look like it's the early 90s and their heads are too big. I have no idea how my parents managed to appear that unattractive, because, you know, it's not like either of them is a model, but good Christ, neither of them is a complete freak either. It's like the retoucher put madness in their eyes, or something, only not in a good or attractive way. More... creepiness.
I got my copy, and promptly forgot it at home when I left, so I just got it in the mail just now, which is why I am blogging this now.
In other news we started debating, at practice, what we should do for our halftime show at the first roller derby bout, and whoa! Oh my God!
Turns out the Buffalo Bandettes, the cheerleading squad for the local pro lacrosse team (yes! we have one! Apparently they're good!) work out at the gym where my team captain teaches, and apparently they were kind of excited about roller derby, and they said they might do our halftime show. Which some of us think is great. But some of us...
( well, we can agree to disagree... right? )
Ah yes. Anyway. It's really interesting, as I've said. But we should probably move on.
In other news I have managed to continue bravely soldiering on through chapter 2 of the rewrite of Barbarians Novel, and have cut five thousand words from the first three chapters... but have added a bunch, argh. If I can get through the beginning I think I can cut a huge chunk from the next couple bits and then I can move right along to the first major plot climax thing, and all will be well. But it is so slow. I think I'm a hero for managing to do so much while Z is IMing me links to Google videos of kittens playing with laptops, however. (There was more. He was playing Google Seppuku. Eugh.)
Informative.
Z is going to have this done to him, I hope he understands.
He's said no eyeliner, however.
Awesomest thing ever: a Google video of a very expensive cat toy. If my parents didn't rely on dial-up I would so send this to them. I hate to do this, but plug your ears: OMGSOOOOCUUUUUUUTE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Sorry, I couldn't help it. Just, just the look on her face at the end, where she's like, oh shit, the bad techno music-- I woke it up-- shit! and runs away! Awesome.
Heh heh. Ahh. Whoo. Yep. Ahh. Good times.
My parents had a photo taken of themselves in a studio, as kind of a fundraiser for the local church, and they were like, hey, that'd be a nice present to give people, right? A nice portrait of ourselves. So they ordered a bunch. And the proofs looked ok. But once the photographer was done with all the retouching and everything...
They look awful. They look like it's the early 90s and their heads are too big. I have no idea how my parents managed to appear that unattractive, because, you know, it's not like either of them is a model, but good Christ, neither of them is a complete freak either. It's like the retoucher put madness in their eyes, or something, only not in a good or attractive way. More... creepiness.
I got my copy, and promptly forgot it at home when I left, so I just got it in the mail just now, which is why I am blogging this now.
In other news we started debating, at practice, what we should do for our halftime show at the first roller derby bout, and whoa! Oh my God!
Turns out the Buffalo Bandettes, the cheerleading squad for the local pro lacrosse team (yes! we have one! Apparently they're good!) work out at the gym where my team captain teaches, and apparently they were kind of excited about roller derby, and they said they might do our halftime show. Which some of us think is great. But some of us...
( well, we can agree to disagree... right? )
Ah yes. Anyway. It's really interesting, as I've said. But we should probably move on.
In other news I have managed to continue bravely soldiering on through chapter 2 of the rewrite of Barbarians Novel, and have cut five thousand words from the first three chapters... but have added a bunch, argh. If I can get through the beginning I think I can cut a huge chunk from the next couple bits and then I can move right along to the first major plot climax thing, and all will be well. But it is so slow. I think I'm a hero for managing to do so much while Z is IMing me links to Google videos of kittens playing with laptops, however. (There was more. He was playing Google Seppuku. Eugh.)
