Hmph! I wanted to get a pedicure, mostly for the massage chair, but the place is not open even though they're supposed to be!
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Birthday Happies, Beth!
Will we ever get to see the results of it?
That, I think, will depend on how supportive my lecturers will be. Last year was dedicated to a partial historiographical analysis of the 19th century and how come a very specific type of camera has been developed, and what for (governments totally had a key role in it). Then I began question the notion of clear representation, or: picture as proof (there are 4 barriers the conscious have to cross to accept photograph as real. That's a lot. I also question Barthes' "studium" and "ponctum", for if it is right, National Geographic would have failed miserably).
Walter Benjamin said that the future's illiterate will be the one who can't "read" pictures. These days, after reading all of that literature about photography and modernism, when I look at the pictures and going "WTF this has to do with that?" 90% of the time, I fear of becoming one.
I won't bore you with more details, but once again, unaware human behavior and justification doesn't fail.
ION, it's now officially Memorial Day. RIP, guys and gals. May my country have the guts to strive for peace, and stop sacrificing your lives upon it's past traumas.
Happiest of Birthdays, Beth!
Smonster, good luck on your doggie visit!
I love my animals but am ready to kill Byron, my elder cat, who has decided to start peeing on Zoe's dog bed again. I JUST washed it last night and woke up to the lovely odor yet again this morning. Feh!
Shir, sounds exciting. I wish I could find something I was that into...I do a lot of things, considering, and they all matter to me in some little way or other, but they aren't It. You know? I'm not excited by them and they are definitely not things I get up in the morning for. Which would suck less if they kept the roof over my head or something, but they don't do that either. Yet I don't hate them enough to quit them.
Me in the new corset. I loves it a lot. It makes up for not having those cool-ass flamey Mary Janes any more.
Happy Birthday, Beth!!!
Teppy, you were totally right. That IS hawtt!!!!
The corsetiere was a vendor at the event, and it was amusing to see how many women at the party last night had new corsets on. It was like a Buffista F2F, until the beatings started.
Hot damn, Steph! That corset was made for you.
So my visit with Frankie was great. He's sweet and affectionate and loves to play with other dogs, doesn't lunge or bark at cats, sits on command and walks well on a leash, doesn't seem prone to jumping up on people. Since I have cats, they let me pay a deposit and I'll bring him home Wednesday to see how he does! The shelter will even lend me a crate, harness, and leash for the week. And calling home I just found out that my grandpa sent me a fat check! We call him Mr. Marshmallow Heart wrt rescuing animals, so that works out quite well.
Shir, that sounds fascinating. Look forward to hearing more about it.
Hot damn, Steph! That corset was made for you.
SRSLY. They have different styles, and one of our friends who has several corsets from this place was at the booth pimping them to people. So she recommended one with more of a straight-across top (is that Edwardian?) instead of the sweetheart neckline this one has.
And, truthfully, I had always loved the look of the Edwardian neckline more than the sweetheart. But the flames had me at hello. I mean, hot damn. Literally. And there happened to be one in my size, so I grabbed it to try. And our friend said, "Oh, I was going to recommend the one I wear [with the straight neckline], since that's the one I always wear, and we're built the same."
She laced me into it and then said, "Okay, the one I was going to recommend? Fuck it. BUY THIS ONE NOW." And then I looked in the mirror and went "Guh." And I waved The Boy over, and he took one look and said "This is what all the discretionary money is going towards. You need this."
So I haz a new corset!
(And a sore butt, which I am going to plunk into a hot shower momentarily.)