'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My belief system is cobbled together from Little Women, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Godspell, Virginia Woolf, Peter Brook's idea of Holy Theatre, and Angel
I love this.
My today name would be Caroline. Going back in decades: Melanie, Briana, Tamara, Anne, Phyllis, Annie, Lucille, Jeanette, Mae, Geneva, Flora, Lulu. Interesting.
How did I make do before I had the El Rey network? I just watched a wire-fu flick that made Kung Fu Hustle look like a documantary, complete with a villain who had a metal claw hand AND a weaponized litter with swiveling poles that he fought from.
I'm afraid my belief system when it comes to Gods and afterlives and such is the same as Jane (the Mentalist): "Dead is dead. Until then, there's ice cream."
El Ray is a constant delight. Their Christmas Kaiju marathon was glorious, especially the one where Godzilla fought the giant, genetically modified rose that was animated by the ghost of the scientist's dead daughter. I generally feel like I shoud have something tequila-based to drink when I watch, although sometimes that would clearly be redundant.
So I woke up with my period, which maybe explains some of the crazy brain stuff? Still woke up too early, but at least I did a load of laundry before heading to the orthodontist.
And phew, I finally got a check-in email for my flight tomorrow. I couldn't find my confirmation email, and even though the reservation was there on the airline website, I had some fear that something was fucked up. EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT.
Nothing is fucked, Jesse.
It's a useful mantra, but one I have to be careful not to say out loud.
Searching for things on tumblr may be the most frustrating thing in the entire world.
Hey, my brother has been sober for 3 years today. What's weird is that I woke up this morning thinking that his sobriety anniversary is right around this time in May, but I couldn't remember the exact date, because my memory is shit. And then he posted about it on Instagram this morning.
I don't like to think about it too hard, because when he went to the hospital, he had liver damage and the doctor said he was probably a year away, at most, from advancing to cirrhosis (if he kept drinking, that is). But his liver healed totally after he quit, which is amazing, since he abused it on an epic scale.
Three years. I'm so proud of him.
That's great, Steph. Congrats to your bro!
Searching for things on tumblr may be the most frustrating thing in the entire world.
Yuuup.