I think I’ve found the story for my next nanowrimo-novel. Young woman returns home to find Mortimer the talking gentlemouse has made a home of her underwear drawer, and they must learn to live together. It’s like The Littles, only better.
I don’t have a response for this. I just want everyone to see the words, “Mortimer the talking gentlemouse.”
Once I saw a mouse and I actually jumped on a chair. “Who am I?” I said. Then I realized the cats had the mouse surrounded and were playing torture games, so I felt bad. Later I found the mouse in my shoe. Thanks, cats. The end.
Did you also pull up your skirt and hop from one foot to the other while screaming, “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!”? If not, you were doing it wrong.
“The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.”—Carl Sagan (via crookedindifference)
There was this party and I was in it. It was good party, but I could feel it happen. The crash. The way every ounce of sanity and self-esteem fell down short at my feet and left my as a hollow shell. Crying. Everything became worse as I felt more sad for exposing friends to this so the reinforcing cycle began grinding down and down and down. One of the worst crashes ever, and brings a new meaning to gate crashing a party.
So if you can avoid it, don’t be the one who destroys the mood of a party.
I meant to reblog this yesterday. Sorry about that, Nicklas!
“Andrea, you remind me of a main girl character in a storybook. Like Nancy Drew. You’re cute and girly, but you’re also kind of a badass. Like, ‘Yeah, I wear skirts and tights, but I can still get to the bottom of your mystery.’”—Awesome compliment from a coworker today.
Hey people of San Francisco and Oakland! Corpus Callosum is playing three *entire* shows with one of my favorite bands, Spirits of the Red City!
They are amazing to see live, so come to one (or all!) of the following:
Saturday, August 27th at Kokoro Studio, 682 Geary St. San Francisco Spirits of the Red City (MN) // Corpus Callosum 7pm
Sunday, August 28th at Amnesia, 853 Valencia St. between 19th & 20th, San Francisco Corpus Callosum // Spirits of the Red City (MN) // The Yellow Dress 8pm // 21+ // $5
Monday, August 29th in the Cakebread Castle living room, 318 Garnet St, Oakland Corpus Callosum // Suzanne Vallie (awesome SF songwriter) // Spirits of the Red City (MN) // Banty Hen (the wonderfully unaffected Ester Kang) 7pm pancakes / 7:30 music // all ages // seating is very limited! bring $5-15 for the touring bands / none turned away for lack of funds
is it supposed to be fun or awkward to overhear drunk visitors say that you are hot while you are in the middle of skinning a bird? this was through a glass wall, mind you- it is getting to the point i should play bingo with the various comments we can overhear.
other comments heard through the glass this night: “look! homosapiens! and they are all female”
ps. it was burlesque dino night.
Stephanie is totally hot. Even when she is in the middle of skinning a bird.
Especially when she is in the middle of skinning a bird.
Women When They Put Their Clothes on in the Morning
It’s really a very beautiful exchange of values when women put their clothes on in the morning and she is brand-new and you’ve never seen her put her clothes on before.
You’ve been lovers and you’ve slept together and there’s nothing more you can do about that, so it’s time for her to put her clothes on.
Maybe you’ve already had breakfast and she’s slipped her sweater on to cook a nice bare-assed breakfast for you, padding in sweet flesh around the kitchen, and you both discussed in length the poetry of Rilke which she knew a great deal about, surprising you.
But now it’s time for her to put her clothes on because you’ve both had so much coffee that you can’t drink any more and it’s time for her to go home and it’s time for her to go to work and you want to stay there alone because you’ve got some things to do around the house and you’re going outside together for a nice walk and it’s time for you to go home and it’s time for you to go to work and she’s got some things that she wants to do around the house.
Or … maybe it’s even love.
But anyway: It’s time for her to put her clothes on and it’s so beautiful when she does it. Her body slowly disappears and comes out quite nicely all in clothes. There’s a virginal quality to it. She’s got her clothes on, and the beginning is over.
Whatever happened to that second music video you guys (corpus) were supposed to be coming out with? I remember seeing pictures of it on flickr but I never saw it on youtube. Sad face. TwT
It’s not abandoned, but I’m not sure when it’ll be done. A lot of other things came up that got in the way of finishing it when we wanted to. Don’t worry! You’ll find out as soon as it’s done, whenever that is!