pour one out to the neopets we left for dead
I run a digital humanities blog called The Text That Mattered, which looks at the books, poems, songs, movies, art, and whatever else falls into the categories of creation and creativity and how those items have affected their biggest fans. Not a lot of posts up yet, and I’m hoping to get more contributors soon.
If you want to share your favorite text, please contact me through the Ask box, and I’ll get you the questionnaire. Thanks!
Signal boosts would be wonderful too.
Bf found this previous-tenant leftover on top of my kitchen cabinet. Never in my life have I been more disappointed.
The reason why the room was pink was because on black and white film, hues of red become dark shades of black. Pink is the perfect balance to give it that dark creepy grey.
A related fun fact: while old black and white film was under-sensitive to reds, it was correspondingly over-sensitive to greens. Actors whose characters were meant to have unnaturally pale complexions - like Morticia Addams - would often take advantage of this by wearing makeup with a green base tint in order to make their faces “pop”. This is where the modern trope of cartoon vampires having green skin comes from.
These are some fun fucking facts
I’ve never wanted to live in a place more than I do now.
"Hmm? Why yes you can put your feet up on my giant tortoise that rest upon my pink rug."
"My pink walls really make this blue, decapitated swordfish head pop! "
The Red Rooster used to call his fanbase his “Rooster Boosters”
I wonder why he never called them his “Cockadoodlers”
Dad is back in the hospital.
While thinking about movies such as the craft, bf and I were watching something that included a teenage girl sleepover (I actually think it was degrassi) and they were doing “light as a feather, stiff as a board.”
Bf started saying it’s so weird, girls never do that at sleepovers.
Needless to say, bf got school on what happens at teenage girl sleepovers after pizza, a movie, and boy crush talk.
I only have a few yarns (and one thing of roving) left to sell. Visit my ravelry for trade/sell area for more info!
Over the 4th of July weekend, I took my son up to NJ to visit my aunt and uncle and then stayed at my cousin’s farm. My cousin has a son that’s about the same age as mine. They stayed up until 1:30 in the morning giggling.
I felt like I was Snow White with all these beautiful animals wondering around. I fed the pig an egg we took from the coop, the goats bleeted at me and begged for food, the deer let me pet her for a good while, and those golden chickens were fantastic.
That Leghorn (big white rooster) can go fuck himself. I wouldn’t have minded if he crowed, but no, fucker doesn’t crow. He SCREAMS the most blood-curdling and chilling scream. At all hours of the day and night. Fantastic.