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Bandwidth-crushing image, I know. Liam has been handling the move amazingly well so far!
Liam’s Big Adenture!
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Home sweet home!
This is where I’ve been spending the vast majority of my time these days.
I’ve been here, in some cases, until midnight, just to get up the next morning and come here again. Yes, that’s why I haven’t been around much lately.
Yes, I use all of them. Hush.
I’m here right now. The laptop is the one I’m using to type this, in case, y’know, you wanted to know.
I have captured a soul
I know what you’re thinking. “That’s absurd,” you’re thinking, “you don’t have enough rubidium to contain a soul. Plus, where did you find a steady 850 megawatt supply of power?”
But, as it turns out, there’s an easier way!
I would not have believed it, but it seems that the primitive, superstitious tribes we sometimes encounter deep in the Amazon jungle or living in rural Mississippi are right; a photograph really can capture a person’s essence.
Don’t believe me? I defy anyone who knows datan0de to say that this photograph has not fundamentally captured his living essence:
Noted without comment: Science and religion
Via joreth
Tape and plaster, Part II
In Part I of this tale, we wrapped joreth in layers of paper tape with water-soluble glue, for the purpose of creating a cast of her body from which she could make a dressmaker’s dummy.
That same day, we also created a plaster cast of her body, using plaster bandage strips.
The plaster was applied directly over skin, and was considerably messier than the paper tape. The process was a lot of fun, but absolutely in no way, shape, or form safe for work.
Noted without comment
Strange things this morning
So David and I walked down to the car this morning to head in to the office, and David noticed a folded scrap of paper tucked in the window.
Now, my first thought when there’s a note stuck to my car is always “Oh, no, someone ran into my car in the parking lot.” I don’t know why that’s my first thought, since to date I’ve found a grand total of three notes on my car in my entire life and not one of them was about an accident, but there it is.
Anyway, this note was not, in fact, about someone ramming me in the parking lot. Or maybe it was; it’s hard to tell:
Though honestly, I think it’s more likely that it was aimed at David than at me.
I can’t give you any rational reason for it, but I have a feeling that this note was more likely written by a man than a woman. I could be wrong, but it feels that way…
This, apparently, has been an ongoing issue with David, as well–he tends to get hit on by a lot of guys. I might be being unreasonably modest in assuming that the note’s intended for him but not me, though in all honesty I have to say he’s most likely the “hot” one:
Tape and plaster, Part I
A couple weekends ago, Shelly and I headed down to Tampa.
There were a few reasons for this. Shelly just graduated with her undergraduate degree (yay!) and has a few weeks free before going into grad school. It offered an opportunity to spend time with friends before the move. The new Star Trek opened on the IMAX theater in Tampa. And joreth needed to be covered in papier mache and plaster.
Each of these things could easily be a post in its own right, and likely may be. In fact, I am now in possession of a photograph of datan0de, my former archnemisis, which may put to rest once and for all the debate about whether or not capturing a person’s image also captures his soul; if that photograph doesn’t define datan0de quintessential essence, then nothing does.
But I digress.
The plaster and papier mache was actually pragmatic, not kinky. joreth is in the process, you see, of constructing some dress dummies of herself which are suitable for creating tight-fitting clothing, and so we needed to make a cast of her body.
Strictly practical, right? Not salacious at all, honest. Nevertheless, the rest of this entry, with pictures, is probably not safe for work
You see this?
You see what I have to put up with, when I’m just trying to answer some email? This kind of cute violates the Geneva Convention, I’m pretty sure.
I know folks who’d fuck this light
Saturday, my roommate and I went to see the new X-Men movie.
This isn’t a post about that movie, except to say horrible movie was horrible, it’s boringly, tediously predictable, and Rorschach would have dropped him down an elevator shaft.
We got our tickets early, expecting a sell-out crowd (which never materialized; the theater was only about a quarter full), and then spent a little bit of time wandering around the tiny strip mall where the theater is located.
There’s a kitchen and bath shop right next to the theater, and in the showroom they have the most amazing chandelier. And I mean that in the worst possible way.
It’s a crappy picture, taken as it was through the window into a darkened store with my iPhone. Still, I think it gets the general idea across.
The chandelier is huge, and is made of an enormous lump of glass with long tentacles coming out of it. And, I want to add, each of those tentacles has a knob on the end of it. An oblong, rounded knob.
This is a lamp for people who really, really, really love their Japanese tentacle porn. This is a lamp that would, were it not chained down, be able to fuck half a dozen schoolgirls in every available orifice simultaneously, without breaking a sweat.
This is the lamp you’d see in the main foyer of a Japanese tentacle demon’s house, assuming they had houses (which they don’t) and used chandeliers (which they also don’t). This lamp is not so much a source of illumination as it is a tribute to Legend of the Overfiend and La Blue Girl wrought in extruded glass and electricity. This lamp is the stuff of nightmares, or perhaps of erotic dreams if Hentai tentacoo wape is your thing. Merely sleeping under this lamp opens a doorway to Realms Beyond, filled with unspeakable horrors desiring to do unspeakable things to nubile flesh.
I think I want it.