My absolute favorite show ever was Sleater-Kinney opening for Jon Spencer Blues Explosion in... ‘96? ‘97? The Now I Got Worry tour. At the Moore Theatre in Seattle. Blues Explosion live (at least back then) was like hot liquid sex poured directly in your ear. That is the show I would most like to travel back in time…

I work 7-4, and I get up at 5:10 because I commute by bus and am convinced that catching a later one will be a disaster. I’ve had this schedule for six years, and I’ve just kind of accepted it since I got this job when the job market was in the toilet. I was lucky to get an interview for a fucking *temp* assignment…

Hugs. Thank you for this thread. I needed a place to vent about this, but there just hasn’t seemed like a good place to do it in any of my usual forums. I lost my mom fourteen years ago (cancer, so we knew it was coming for several months, but it was still not enough warning, especially since she wasn’t even 52 yet),…

The most horrific part is that this wasn’t a workday! It was just me being my usual weekend self. I just forget to eat or decide I can wait a little bit longer.

I’ll be drinking a bottle of Sorta Sweet hard cider from Portland Cider Company as soon as I take a shower. And eat something. I’ve been up for eleven hours today and have had just a mug of coffee, a croissant, and a few gummy candies I happened to have in my bag. I had intended to grab something to eat at the movie…

Hits of the week: ColourPop Matte X in Barely There, CP Ultra Matte in Ouiji (pretty much the same color as Barely There. I prefer the Matte X formula, so I’ll have to order another, and I *never* order backups!), and Shiro Cosmetics Hodor shadow with some other shadow I can’t recall (I have seriously hooded eyes, so…

When I hear/read the phrase “erotic theatre,” I think of the place where Peewee Herman was arrested or the one in my city that has been known to have hentai festivals. Or the one randomly smack dab in the middle of a residential neighborhood.

Um. I’ve read books at concerts of artists I love. Multiple times. Sometimes you just give up on trying to see the stage but don’t want to look at the back/ass of the person in front of you.

When my grandfather was dying, he designated certain things to go to certain people. My grandmother made sure to follow his directions, but then she had something that was very important for her to know I got it, so she made a big deal about giving it to me and putting it directly into my hands. She passed away more…

At first glance, I honestly thought that was what he meant. I would hate to be this guy’s liver.

I confess I’m currently wondering if I can convince a coworker to convince his wife to convince someone back home (she’s from China, but I can’t remember what part) to get me some of this. Because I’m a nail polish freak who feels the need to own weird polish in my collection, even if I don’t actually wear it, like…

It’s sure super catchy when Liz Phair sings it.

That’s the Mexican day of independence. Cinco de Mayo just marks the day Mexico drove out the French, which is an event pretty much no one in Mexico actually cares about or celebrates. It’s basically just an invented American drinking holiday.

Eh, Centralia, Chehalis, what’s the difference, really?

Robert Downey, Jr., in Soapdish is the reason I have something like eight pairs of glasses. I was utterly enthralled with the concept of having different styles of glasses depending on mood and outfit. They’re all real glasses, too (I’m so nearsighted that more than one person has told me that wearing them is like an…

I'm about 95% sure that I heard The Craft is getting remade.

Urk. I just went to set up my alarm on this, and Rock Time is 5:30. There’s something *wrong* with your life when you look at that and think, “No, that’s too late.” I GET UP EARLIER THAN THE ROCK. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? I’m still totally using the app because one of the alarm tones is Battle Cat. War drums *and*…

I don’t chew ice anymore (temperature-sensitive teeth :( ), but I always ask for an extra cup of ice whenever I get pretty much any cold beverage I didn’t fill myself, and I usually fill the cup 2/3-3/4 with ice when it’s up to me. I don’t care that whatever it is gets watered down. I care about how long it’s cold.…

I assumed head injury, but my aunt is speculating a spell.

On the point of Lyanna looking older than Ned: I chalked that up to girls maturing more quickly than boys at that age.