you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

meletor's parents theater, it's too goddamned early for this shit edition:

dad: organic! does that mean it has bullshit on it? cow shit?
me: you're bullshit.
dad: because they can't use chemical fertilizers. so they use animal shit.
me: yes dad, the cereal is covered in poop.
dad: it's like joni mitchell. give me spots on my apples. *sings* put away the ddt ... give me spots on my apples ... but leave me the birds and the bees~
me: LOLS
dad: *warbles* pleeee~eeease!

(important to know about my dad: he's the man who raised the music nerd in me. also he couldn't carry a tune in a wheelbarrow if you strapped it down.)

aaaand back to reading batgirl back-issues. STEPH ♥_♥

i got a tattoo yesterday!

dana withers of blue lotus tattoo in madison is a goddess and a ninja. we were at this for four hours with almost no breaks.

photos beneath the cut, borderline worksafe (it's a sidepiece so my shirt's all rucked up).

( as the flames rose to her roman nose and her walkman started to melt )

as usual, feel free to ask me any questions you'd like (about this or any other body mod i've had).

woohoo ink!

dear the internet,

does anyone have an icon yet of rachel maddow wearing her bacon police hat? or, alternatively, if someone has a screencap i can make the icon.

that is all.


(we now return you to your regularly scheduled mel-is-too-busy-freaking-out-to-be-on-the-internet. though also, in the interest of sanity and anticipated celebration, i am planning a tattooooooooo~)

dear the internet,

i was going to make this post earlier but then i got distracted by vampires. which, in other words oops i just watched the first four episodes of trueblood and am going in for a fifth (confederate!flashback!bill! yespls!). doot doo...

HEY THIS HAPPENED TODAY:
( cut for arachnids and capslock )

...better get to that fifth episode, i guess. thanks to someone i have the decemberists' "yankee bayonet" stuck in my head.

( stalking the wild snickerdoodle: a photoessay )

(secret of the snickerdoodle:

take your favorite vanilla cupcake recipe (i decided to use a modified pound cake formula that gave me a crisp cookie-like top above a moist, dense crumb) and add 3/4 tsp. ground cinnamon per dozen cupcakes. top with a sprinkle of demerara (or turbinado) sugar and a light puff of cinnamon before they go in the oven, then bake as usual.

let cool completely, top with a swirl of caramel buttercream and/or a drizzle of homemade caramel sauce, and finish with a touch more demerara (or turbinado) sugar.

share; enjoy; nom.)

♥

i don't know what possessed me to pull out the harley quinn suit tonight, but two ALMOST THREE (oh harley, you have been sadly neglected) years and a couple pants sizes later it still fits just as well -- maybe better -- through the magic of spandex.

which doesn't change the fact that i'm already at work on a poison ivy costume for halloween this year. (i have to start now because hand-sewing all those leaves is going to be a BITCH.)

also between my thigh-high boots and black leatheresque bolero, and seeing as i always have a pair of black fishnets to hand, i could probably whip up a black canary costume on short notice with the help of a good dancewear shop (one that stocks patent finish leos).

and i mean with the exception of halloween and maybe a con or two in my future (though i don't know that i'd ever go to That Sort of Con, since i get easily overpeopled at, like, wiscon), i have no idea where i'd wear any of this, but i'm going on the theory that it's good stuff to have around.


...
which is all to say that i? am apparently a dc comics hooker.

\o/


(hi. what's up in *your* life? ♥)

so, does anyone remember the tempermental little macbook i had for my last semester of college? probably not. heck, i barely remember it. but it pooped out some time during the summer of '08, and i, spurred by various forces, FINALLY took it in to the apple store to see if they could at least recover any of my data.

good news: most of the computer works just fine. bad news: the hard drive is shot.

other bad news: after some detective work upon my return home tonight, i've determined that at some point my mother found stray and/or strewn and threw out the backup dvds i made years ago, back when i was vidding.

the upshot being, if you have, or know anyone who might have, copies of any of my vids (istanbul, save me, joga (vid title "emotional landscapes") -- all of these are batman begins; the numb3rs vid is up on youtube so it's fine) PLEASE LET ME KNOW and maybe, um, send a file my way? please? it would seriously make my whole wide world so much better. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

this is poopy. it is a completely poopy situation. but i am not giving up! i have faith in the internet. and in the power of love.

GUYS VINCENT VAN GOGH IS MY CHILDHOOD STOP

I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS WHO EPISODE THAT I AM UM OBTAINING BY COMPLETELY LEGAL MEANS STOP

OMGOMGOMG EARS

(regarding tonight's glee, 1x19, "dream on")

SHIT GUYS. EVERYTHING IN THIS EPISODE? THIS IS WHY I WATCH GLEE. I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS MY FLAIL IN ACTUAL WORDS. (OH GOD I AM SUCH A RECOVERING DRAMA KID AND/OR TOTAL SHOWTUNES FAILBOAT.)



IDINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~


*(be glad you all are not iceyrica, because i BLEW UP her phone text inbox just now.)

fortunately i have some wicked smart people on my friendslist.

so while i'm stewing and squirming over arizona's straight-up bullshit SB 1070 anti-immigration law and oklahoma's patronizing, misogynistic, shame-based legislature, knowledgequeen has actually written and posted informative and (refreshingly) strongly-worded evaluations of both shenanigans. you might want to read them. she does an especially good job of breaking down the most distressing and/or problematic portions of all three items, particularly with regards to SB 1070 and the phrase "reasonable suspicion".

An Almost-Lawyer, on Arizona's Immigration Law // More Abortion Fuckwittery From The Red States -- knowledgequeen @ livejournal



and if that got you too frustrated, here's a dancing puppy.

[ETA: new icon. after today's blogroll, plus walking through the kitchen while some dude on some sitcom tossed out the line "don't say that! that's offensive to women!" and, overcome and impulsive, i shouted to the empty kitchen YOUR FACE IS OFFENSIVE TO WOMEN. for use whenever i am too overwhelmed to be smart, and therefore must resort to sassy. or when i feel like being ironically (im)mature. or any number of other applications. or whatthefuckever. \o/]