Deadlocks

I don't have dreadlocks; I have twists.

They appear to be similar. In nature, they certainly are. Stop rolling your damn eyes, I see you.

Anyway, they are twisted pieces of hair which by some miraculous feat of delicious nature are not untwisting. I am not 'locking' my hair (which is a process I am familiar with and can achieve maximum success), which involves making negotiable but rather irretrievable knots in a selected width of hair. Generally these widths do not exceed an inch.

My twists are for the most part ~1/8th of an inch. If I pulled them apart they would look SO CURLY. I wore them at the beach, in the water (the current knocked me over, hehe, unplanned swimming) . My scalp is covered... coated... slathered... in sand. It is a most unpleasant sensation of itching. I do plan to fix it, so keep your 'dirty hippie' and 'smelly artist' comments.

that is all. deadlocks. because hair... is already dead.

Temp Job

"What if death is the temp job and life is the vacation? What will our last thought be, if that's the case?"

Wisdom from the files of George, star of 'Dead Like Me', my current favorite series.

We are all temps.

Grape Couture

Now that's hot.

I saw it while I was looking for jobs.
Edit: BECAUSE I was looking for jobs.
Edit: At Nordstrom.

Repo! The Genetic Clusterfuck

I just viewed the film 'Repo! The Genetic...' I can't bring myself to refer to it as an opera, even though it says it is one. I'm certain, at least fairly certain, that with the cult following the film amassed already it will become 'Rocky Horror' to future generations, to whom Rocky will be as Cher is to Madonna.

get my drift?

I like the graphic novel aesthetic, when used by Sin City. I like the sleek dark aesthetic when used by Dark City, I like the horror and gore of Planet Terror. I like musicals along the lines of Sweeney Todd, where (forgive me all true Sweeney Todd theater devotees) the actors can at least sing.

Sarah Brightman can sing. Paris Hilton can even sing. And that sexy graverobber (Terrance Zdunich) who seems like a frontman for a goth band can sing. But everyone else made me cringe more than once. The costumes were pretty sweet, though.

Hard to Know What to Say

My cat who is 15 years old is in extraordinarily bad shape. He's going to sleep tomorrow, and being put in the ground. My dad is also quite attached to this cat. For now, the cat is resting in his favorite spot with food and water next to his head. I'm frightened to take him to the litter box because of how agitated he gets when he's lifted up. I will do it. Everyone deserves to die with dignity, rather than a rotting mess. This pic is from this past autumn.

Love you Patches.

Non-fiction is Bizarre, More so than any Story

I'm reading 'Devil in the White City'.
It's fantastic. Macabre. Well-written.
It's everything Twilight can't pretend.