merry christmas!

Pretend that there are antlers and a red nose. Or don't.

smaller and smaller

8-bit quirk?

Antoni and Alison

horny holidays

untitled

kind of blue?

I want this for Christmas.

i am a rock

embrace the glamdom

Sweet

sick of being sick

What started out as a scratchy throat late Monday evening has now become a stuffed-up/feverish/achey/no-sleep malady. I've missed a day and a half of work (though I wouldn't say I'm missing it, buh-dum-bum) and will most likely be out the rest of the week. Luckily we are extremely slow in December, and I still have plenty of sick days to use.

I felt too weak today to even concentrate on the internet. Instead, I watched Cocoon on cable--now that's sick! I did catch a couple Spongebob episodes, so my sickbed viewing was not all in vain.

I usually don't listen to any music when I'm feeling this sick. A few years back I remember playing Gorecki's Symphony No. 2 when I was fighting a nasty sinus infection. I began hallucinating that the music was slowly eating me from the inside. So no Lustmord or Nurse With Wound until I'm good and healthy again.

Random sickbed observations:
--The Jeffersons was never that funny.
--Airborne helps your immune system but makes you whizz a lot.
--Applesauce and crackers are yummy when sick.
--Chicken-spread sandwiches are not.
--I hate Fox News.

The hills are alive with the sound of mucus. Good night.

lot's wife on a cloudy day

all aboard the honky tonk train

london is fallen

I love bridges. To me, they can symbolize transition, the gradual movement from one stage of life to the next stage. Or maybe they represent triumph over adversity, victory over the existential abyss. Or maybe they simply look cool. Sometimes a bridge is just a bridge.

London is fallen over me -- The Autumns

be like water

reflection