Why? It's close cropped so that it's just me. The version in the upper right corner looks like one of those 50s or 60s photos that's been shellacked on a purse. That's the best I can describe it. It's all clear and distorted at the same time.
Book: Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned? Simon: No. But I'm thinking about growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist.
'War Stories'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2005 12:19:31 pm PDT #7517 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
juliana - Apr 20, 2005 12:19:35 pm PDT #7518 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.
Aiiieeeeeeeeee....
Did the painting look aged? Maybe she had some sort of Dorian Gray deal going on.....
msbelle - Apr 20, 2005 12:19:50 pm PDT #7519 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Ew Betsy. That is so not right. That picture obviously should be over teh fireplace. duh.
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2005 12:21:09 pm PDT #7520 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That looks sort of like the carcycle I saw at the Detroit auto show ages ago. Probably Jan. 2001. The one I saw looked slightly less car like and was purple with yellow spots.
sarameg - Apr 20, 2005 12:21:11 pm PDT #7521 of 10001
The people we bought our house from had a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.
We knew some people who had a HUGE nude of the wife in the livingroom over the fireplace. They used to host quarterly potlucks for the meetings in the area .
tommyrot - Apr 20, 2005 12:22:54 pm PDT #7522 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The people we bought our house from had a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.
Maybe one or the other (or both) of them has a wedding gown fetish.
brenda m - Apr 20, 2005 12:23:12 pm PDT #7523 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Cute, msbelle.
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies, because it doesn't make me want to mock you.
§ ita § - Apr 20, 2005 12:24:47 pm PDT #7524 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
We knew some people who had a HUGE nude of the wife in the livingroom over the fireplace.
I'm sliding down in my cube for the express purpose of laughing at the horror I would feel at this. Unless it was a cubist painting or something.
I don't have problems with how I look -- I'm just averse to looking.
I have a framed caricature of myself at home, but I'm not sure if I'd display it if it weren't a farewell card from good friends.
juliana - Apr 20, 2005 12:26:12 pm PDT #7525 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies
Maybe that she made it all artistic and stuff? That's the justification I had for the picture of me dancing.
sarameg - Apr 20, 2005 12:27:43 pm PDT #7526 of 10001
Unless it was a cubist painting or something.
If only. I think I first encountered it when I was 12 or so. Gaped. Sure, they were granola-hippy-crunchy-quasi-nudist (basically when the retreat didn't have outside guests) but STILL.