a witch dressed as cinderella singing as she’s being eaten out by her lesbian lover and levitating off the bed as both she and the song reach climax. now that’s good television. “spread beneath my willow tree” indeed. heh.
“under your spell” (2.7 MP3) from buffy: the musical. decidedly better than recent installments (including gems like “buffy pays her phone bill” and “dawn’s getting her boobies”). bon appetit.
cable modem. just installed. whee!
now i gotta finish ethernetting my house.
thirstype was selected to participate in typojanchi, the first “open festival of typography in korea.” their showing includes several of my own works, including the infamous “hate” and “princess died” images. congratulations, guys.
i don’t know if anyone’s been paying attention, but i just launched a redesigned portfolio. content is currently on the slim side, but that will change soon enough.
so what’s different?
plenty, darling. the entire thing’s now driven entirely by greymatter, which means i’ll be able to update and change it much more frequently. also, the main page of the section will show the most recently added pieces. there’s also more snarky commentary, which is always nice. and best of all, each piece now features glamorous detail shots so you, my beloved audience, may go “ooo” as much as i do when making everything. bon appetit!
i’m gonna go take a muscle relaxant and pass out now.
did i ever point this out? silly duck; i forgot (what with the rebuilding of this entire site; toodle around a bit). i’m not a gamer by any stretch of the imagination. but these are the sweetest little things i’ve ever seen. equal parts simple gameplay and thoughtful craftsmanship. you’ll start by rescuing chicks. just precious.
it’s raining, it’s pouring: chester‘s hosting a late-night party this weekend at his loft in the woods. we’re watching the leonids meteor shower. possibly the one good reson i’ve heard to leave the city. see y’all 3AM sunday.
anything look different? it better. if it just looks scrambled, the clear your cache, darlin’. there’s a whole new website waiting for you.
and in response to the inevitable questions: yes, that’s me at left. yes, it’s a nude. yes, i’m aware it’s missing head and hands.
why? because i’m amusing myself to death. i cannot think with the ever-present muzak and shopping experiences shoehorned down my throat every waking moment. i may as well be a mindless being, built for consumption. my mind doesn’t matter. and i cannot resist or fight; the onslaught is too heavy.
but i’m standing in contrapposto. am i not beautiful, a work of art? i should be. i’m american. i’ve earned it. and i’m paying for it at 2.9% APR. fuck everyone it affects, fuck the consequences.
i love the world i live in. but i hate the oversimplified cash-stimulated lullaby our culture becomes without informed participation. hush, dear, you don’t need spirituality. you need nikes. you don’t need exercise, you need slim-fast. you don’t need nourishment, you need america’s favorite fries.
anyway. on to more important things. did you do something different with your hair? ‘cause i totally like it.
teensy little quickie.
earlier tonight, i saw a warm, life-affirming coming-out musical theatre event. it was an immaculately produced show. it was filled with the beauty of being gay, the wonder of discovering a first love, the bittersweet goodbyes of breakup, and the self-empowering growth afterwards.
now i want nothing more than to find a bunch of nuns and orphans and kick every single one of their asses. this end of irony thing is turning into a real drag of a feel-gooder. i may have just found my next platform: “fuck you, and i totally mean it.”
(had to vent. thanks for caring.)
commented upon yesterday; several requests today. here ‘tis:
MADELEINE’S ELEGANT CORN
:::fanfare:::
preheat oven to 350
1 16oz. can o’ corn (not creamed)
1 cup saltine crumbs
1/3 cup diced celery
1/4 cup diced onions
3/4 cup cubed american cheese*
1 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, well beaten
2 tablespoons melted butter
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1 cup milk
*or whatever kind of cheese blows your skirts up
mix all ingredients and pour into a greased casserole dish. bake in preheated oven at 350 for 50 minutes or until top is a lovely golden brown skin (like enrique iglesias). supposedly makes 4-6 servings.
write your lover’s name over and over and over until it’s no longer words. the words become a private symbol to be placed in public. now you can write your lover’s name without a thought, anywhere and anytime, so you do. your fingers ache and your face is smudged with ink. and everyone wonders why you’re smiling as you draw that cryptic mark over and over and over.
my baby’s working a new look. i painted his name in thick white paint.
you may have noticed there’s no more commenting or individual pages (only permalinks) in this section. why? no need. if you’ve linked to anything in this section before, chances are the file no longer exists. you can, however, visit the archives, find your linked article, then get its link by clicking the cute little heart. many apologies. just tryin’ to keep the web tidy.
to support my emotional health during the continual hell that has been 2001, boyfriend has been frantically forwarding me japanese illustrators. two flavors: ironic and non-ironic. everybody go “ooo.”
“honey, daddy’s off finishing a couple of new websites, some magazine illustrations, helping friends move from london to chicago, making plans for a road trip over christmas and new year’s, filing for unemployment, rewriting his cellular service contract, and having emergency dental work done. he’ll be back soon. now eat your broccoli before i slap that silly face off your pointy head, darling.”
sorry folks. kinda busy. of course, it doesn’t mean i’m loveless. be back soon.
