doctorconquest: (beaton - hmm)

gosh, you know, if it weren't for Etsy, I might never even notice my sudden overseas teleportation.
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so tonight I was going to be at a Lady GaGa concert, you may recall me posting in bold blinky text the day I got up early and waited by my computer to get the (rather expensive) tickets. a little less than 48 hours ago, I bent over in the dark to pet my cat and hit the side of my head very hard against the corner of a wall. AND THEN THERE WAS CONCUSSION. very mild concussion, no blacking out or dialated pupils or internal bleeding or anything that will cause long term effects, but it turns out that even very mild brain trauma, when combined with ther other problems I've been having this week, is still enough to make it completely impossible for me to leave the house, let alone leave the house for an intensely loud colourful concert.

so I feel a bit bad because I am MISSING LADY GAGA BECAUSE I TRIED TO PET MY CAT but mostly I feel bad for ruining plans with Ad (HI AD NO I WILL NEVER FEEL NOT GUILTY) and wasting money. and I have this distant, abstract understanding that this is not actually my fault so I shouldn't feel responsible but I do anyway. also I feel weird. GUYS, here is my advice: never get your brain shaken up. I have like, a tiny tiny bruise if anything and that's been enough to give me wooziness and sleep problems and even more moods than usual. it's strange, I do not get injured a lot, I am not used to this idea of feeling crappy until things heal, haha.

I read all these stories that are like, "My dog headbutted me and now I have no job and I hate my children", and it kind of makes me wonder why we don't all wear helmets ALL THE TIME.

anyway so there's an update on the annoying stupidity in my life.
doctorconquest: (birds - thanks jackass)
so apparently one of our new neighbours likes to play the drums

at night

by my window.

doctorconquest: (florence welch - an almighty sound)
I would happily sell my soul for hair like Florence Welch's

just, you know, putting that out there.
doctorconquest: (art - my fucking head)
1. there is actually a show on Food Network called "Bitchin' Kitchen"

2. there is actually a show on Food Network called "Bitchin' Kitchen"

3. there is actually a show on Food Network called "Bitchin' Kitchen"

4. there is actually a real show on my TV called "Bitchin' Kitchen"

5. please bring me a sacrifice, my killing urge is beyond control

6. also [profile] flumpitt should sue.

edit: I DO NOT CARE HOW COOL AND CANADIAN SHE IS THIS IS COMPLETELY FUCKING UNACCEPTABLE. anyway I'm going to go take allergy pills and break shit and fall asleep now, hopefully as a culmination of two weeks of repressed rage so that I may reset and start over relatively rage free. and make LJ entries that make sense a little bit.
doctorconquest: (lady gaga - hello? hello?)

courtesy of Pharyngula
doctorconquest: (lady gaga - dunno eh)

cosmo attempts to offer useful advice, with limited success.
doctorconquest: (mononoke - stopped me in my tracks)
sprained one of my big toes, it's a really annoying little injury as it's such a small part of my body that I don't even notice it if I'm not trying to move, but it renders me unable to walk. and I was going to see another waterfall tomorrow, too...! I blame the absurdly uneven floors in this house. anyway.

I'm excited to get my hands on the House of Five Leaves soundtrack when it comes out (assuming there will be one); it's an interesting mix of traditional Japanese music and synthesiser and electric guitar. one of the themes though reminds me so much of some of the music from Cat Soup that sometimes I half expect to see a giant man in a mouse costume come running up.

speaking of Cat Soup,


so from the reviews and reactions I had read, all of which focused on how abstract and surreal and difficult this show was, what I was basically expecting was Cat Soup with bitter philosophical narration. instead what I got was an absolutely endearing and clever take on the Faust legend (which, if you've ever spent time in the same room as me, you will probably know is my FAVOURITE) in which a college student, after realising he lacks all social skills necessary to maintain relationships, devotes himself with his demonic friend to destroying the relationships of others, until a matchmaking god tells him he has a chance with a certain woman and he endeavours to turn his life around. I have no idea what the rest of the episodes will be like, it doesn't seem the narrative is going to progress in a linear fashion, but if they're half as enjoyable as the first this will be one of new favourite series.

some of my immediate attachment to the characters comes from my general love of anything Faust related--the narrator and his friend are so much like the Faust and Mephistopheles that reside in my mind that I actually felt a little violated watching this. and the female lead/sort-of love interest, a very no-nonsense engineering student, was so awesome I didn't even have to stop and think, "wouldn't this be great if it was about a woman instead?"

also, and I feel like as an artist I should comment on this in greater length but I'm getting tired and confused, the art and character designs are really, really, really pretty.
doctorconquest: (okami - you'd better run)
The Adventure Of The Parrot

Dante and Virgil were out for a flexible Valentine's walk at the end of time. As they went, Virgil rested his hand on Dante's esophagus. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so perfumed, Dante was filled with whole-grain dread.

"Do you suppose it's airtight here?" he asked rashly.

"You enticing silly," Virgil said, tickling Dante with his sausage. "It's completely intense."

Just then, a moist parrot leapt out from behind a bush and seranaded Virgil in the inner thigh. "Aaargh!" Virgil screamed.

Things looked temerarious. But Dante, although he was masculine, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a balloon and, like stuffing a pine tree down your throat and lighting it on fire, beat the parrot longingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to seranade innocent people!"

Then he clasped Virgil close. Virgil was bleeding luxuriously. "My darling," Dante said, and pressed his lips to Virgil's scapula.

"I love you," Virgil said hesitatingly, and expired in Dante's arms.

Dante never loved again.

the end.

so [profile] neko_saruwatari linked to the drabble-matic. and I happened to be looking at a copy of the Divine Comedy. and then this happened.


[profile] nickel_curry I hope you found this inspiring. /shot

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