This was as the gate next to me as I got off a flight in Minneapolis earlier this week.

You can decide it's manipulated....

This community must be sick of all my questions. I'm sorry. I've decided I like the "live view" feature on the Digital SLR. I am debating between a Sony A300 or an Olympus 510. The Sony kit seems to come with a lens is slightly better for closeups which I something I would like. Any opinions? Thanks again for your help!!

We're a three ipod household. Two of them have video. Jackie's been stocking up on television shows for our road trip and packed up my external drive.
I can't believe I have two of these things..

Am I the only one?

 

I have this thing where I must try and take a picture of a musicians shoes when they're preforming. This is Mason Musso of Metro Station.

That's what sabotabby called our place, what with my hurt leg and Jadzia's hurt tail...

Now Bashir can't put any weight on his left leg. His foot's all swollen up. I talked to a vet pn the phone and she said we can wait until the morning to bring him in, but when is this rash of injuries going to end?!?!

D'oh... >:/

Awesome x 5

Rush playing Rock Band



Peart is great. Even in Rock band, drums are srs bzns.

Strict as a wind
eased into crevices
shaped like organic trees
drummed
into wheat-chapped
moats resemblances
are parallel
to once-kissed sweet lips
on your flower face
that I would love to brag of.
Inertia of hearts
where the movement hits
the wink of lids and
falls.
Strict as a wind
the cradle fails the bur.

It's barely 7 in the morning and your voice
comes crashing up the stairs.
It uses the empty side of our bed as a trampoline
and tears me from my sleep. Carrying me to the kitchen,
where I find you;
arms spread wide across the table,
make-believe borders for islands of empty plates
and wine glasses
that overflow with the things we will never say,
even when we are half asleep and forgetful of our grudges.
And as I watch you heave yourself around the edge,
I begin to contemplate the humor in honesty.
Before you hull yourself from the table,
fly halfway across the room in our computer chair,
and smash into the fridge.

You laugh quietly, and in one quick mumble,
I've decided to keep you.

Starring blankly at the wheel marks now decorating
our floor you continue,
I love you, but I don't like you.
Now I am starring at the wheel marks on the floor
that seem to trail up your legs and to your lips, that
do not at all move, but somehow speak.

It's like sex, you say proudly, I want to make love to your spirit...
treat your skin as the earth and drown in your waters.
But never do I want to fuck you. Throw your back against the wall
and make noises erupt from the places that even God forgot he built.
Your lips are moving now, but no sound comes out,
except the low hum of sobbing that climbs the walls of your stomach
and makes your heart beat almost outside your chest,
losing rhythm with it.

I can only make love to you, but I've decided,
that is enough.

Jimmerson Lake, Indiana


( When you seek me, you destroy me... )

Someone just nuked something in the office kitchen that smells like they put poo on a plate and set it to HIGH. No really, the Microwave has made the surrounding area reek like scat lunch. There should be a rule, even an unwritten one, that your lunch shouldn't smell as if it was just fished from the toilet.

exaggerate everything
think thoughts that take time
make money; more money
while wondering where she spends her days
perfect plots, potential in the plans

write well, it's interesting, intelligent, indispensable.
my mind is made up, your year in paradise is over.
 time to take off, back home before the storm subsides
deadly dealings.

While in Louisville, I was given a new blue Volkswagen Jetta with only 300 miles on it. In spite of it being an automatic, it was a whole lot of fun to drive. I was pretty impressed. Not nearly as rock-solid fast as seattleforge's new GTI, but still a hoot.

 I

I prefer beginnings, stretched tight and new and clean Mornings especially. I want for all things to be seamless and puckered at once I walk straight because I hate to be mocked I leave that to myself.   I declare myself untouchable by reason of my superiority and I Fear you will discover me, dented with my own fear.   I scrape my insides daily with that purity of self-loathing and longing Ascetic, aesthetic, enamoured of that perfect – moment/effort/sentence/note/brushstroke I claim separation from you because I am more and less More vain, more selfish, more fearful Less giving, less doing, less. [I am the shadow/I am the shadow/I am the shadow]