tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786862323936763572024-03-21T22:29:26.850-04:00Seeing Redsewings, drawings, killing time at work, general outburts of emotion.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-64474383959676522352011-03-02T00:48:00.002-05:002011-03-02T00:53:25.884-05:00One From the VaultsFound this little piece of nonsense, written in college. Not even sure who it was about.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You casually asked me what I had seen in you.<br />It was well-timed for a loaded question.<br />You lay on your back and I lay on you with my head on your shoulder<br />and we were both languid, but awake.<br />I was thinking about how soft your skin was<br />and hoping that you would think about how my brown eyes are deep and dangerous like foreign coffee: hot enough to burn to tongue with a fierce kick at the finish.<br />You said it with the same cool curiosity as if you had asked me “heads or tails?” and deftly flicked a quarter off your thumb without looking.<br />I heard the sentence swell and subside like a warm wave of ocean<br />curled around the edges with foamy self-consciouness,<br />building itself up with genuine curiosity,<br />and finally hissing back down into the fine sand with the satisfaction of getting the whole question out just right.<br />I know it must've taken you four or five tries in your head.<br />I heard the very effort you were trying to conceal, I heard the shyness, and loudest of all I heard you grappling with the awkwardness, a dune between us.<br />So I squinted and did my best Bette Davis<br />and gave you a flippant answer.<br /><br /><br /></span>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-91090677763286384552011-01-07T02:15:00.002-05:002011-01-07T02:33:44.117-05:00More Internet Dating MissivesAs promised! No introduction necessary, just, "EW, GROSS."<br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Greetings</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Your human sex appeal has my Vulcan hulkin'. Thought you would appreciate that</span>.</em><br /><br />Um, besides that being GROSS, I'm team Star Wars, dipshit. Jeez.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>(no subject)</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>lets meet and skeet.</em></span><br /><br />As you might've guessed the author of this dainty piece of poetry has a profile pic involving his Guido self posing in the bathroom with his camera phone in front of his face whilst pulling his shirt up with his free hand.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">(no subject)</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i read the other day in the Times that if we fucked each other 2012 would never happen... also everyone on jersey shore would be murdered.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">so i mean i'm down with helping the greater good of humanity if you are</span></em><br /><br />I'm going to assume that mean that he meant the 2012 Mesoamerican end of the world would be averted, not simply that time would stop. And... wow...ok...it's just not even worth analyzing, is it?Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-91297891541481910292010-11-29T16:59:00.002-05:002010-11-29T17:49:48.896-05:00Oh Hello, ThereI've been neglecting the blag since I have an utter dearth of boy drama and that's mostly what Y-chromosome-free like to blag. Which is great for me, boring for the Internet. Instead of blocking calls, berating suitors, and so forth I spend a lot of time making platypus faces at my fiance. Yeah, THAT F word. It's real over here, son.<br /><br /><br /><br />But never fear, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">blagoweb</span>, I stole an idea from my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bestie</span> Meg and will now unleash years worth of really bad <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> dating missives that are very old, but so very outrageous I saved them for this moment.<br /><br /><br /><br />Behold!<br /><br />I'm skipping the myriad of "hey, hi, let's chat." Let's try a sampling of pithy, but weird:<br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Wink</span></strong></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anyone ever tell you kinda resemble <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bjork</span> and Sandra Bullock? Anyhow, just thought I'd say hi. <strong>;)</strong></span></em></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Combined? Is that even a compliment?</span></p><p><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong> </p><p><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Wow </span></em></strong></p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">you spend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">of time thinking! I do too </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">and I think we would get along well. </span></em></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Um. Wow. So your friends spend a lot of time... passed out? slamming their hands in doors? afflicted with a neurological disorder?</span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Eye of Newt</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">So what does one find in a witches fridge besides wool of bat and tongue of dog.</span></em></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Apparently not apostrophes to denote possession. </span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Interesting match</em></span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>I have to run into work and do some stuff, but send me a message when you get this and I'll reply when I can.</em></span></p><p>What is going on here? This guy is either totally unhinged or groping at brilliance. Is he trying to gaslight me into think I know him, or somehow am forgetting the step when he INTRODUCED himself and started the conversation? Does he not differentiate between written, spoken, and text messaging forms of social interaction? Maybe he doesn't even differentiate units of time like present and future which prevents him from understanding that he can write ME a complete message when he gets done with work, later. </p><p> </p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>(no subject)</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">oh no you're one of THOSE types of girls <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span></span></em></p><p>Oh, no. You're one of those types of boys who can only get people's attention by trying to goad them into being annoyed by your vague insults which you will promptly admit were merely a "conversation starter." </p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Stay tuned for some from the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ewww</span>, gross!" category and "holy crap, do you not know how to read?" </span></p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em> </p>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-65561633234347833622010-01-21T12:50:00.006-05:002010-01-21T12:58:29.918-05:00Living Room<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So the living room actually has the bed in it and the office stuff is in the "actual" bedroom, if that makes sense.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1uRXG1EC3gCcbgOxJkgUTMTEkUHavDGBWYO326hxNq89WQIt4T_0SA6yiC-2MQBWaOtqodPIiRRLj7fp92NAu6lkJbtWrOIpjDrrVDrHYtGtH37b_NGYnlN9NxbjJRMKhL_rbgdpGKcw/s1600-h/DSCN0097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429253240623726578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1uRXG1EC3gCcbgOxJkgUTMTEkUHavDGBWYO326hxNq89WQIt4T_0SA6yiC-2MQBWaOtqodPIiRRLj7fp92NAu6lkJbtWrOIpjDrrVDrHYtGtH37b_NGYnlN9NxbjJRMKhL_rbgdpGKcw/s400/DSCN0097.JPG" /></a> reading nook: orange <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">kilim</span> from Istanbul, framed holographic poster<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn3sHTXsgHG7bwY2BN8Q8Oe8cDm-NU-jb3_zKZWksZRrL0xqv5eoXaPbLqwbg_W3DkYYorFfkVI23yfXDLu8_W2-ZuTZBXnrs3OybPRS1qp61thc6WPuNFoqAqIrKMPbp_HSk6SIh2DY/s1600-h/DSCN0110.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429253007661452914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn3sHTXsgHG7bwY2BN8Q8Oe8cDm-NU-jb3_zKZWksZRrL0xqv5eoXaPbLqwbg_W3DkYYorFfkVI23yfXDLu8_W2-ZuTZBXnrs3OybPRS1qp61thc6WPuNFoqAqIrKMPbp_HSk6SIh2DY/s400/DSCN0110.JPG" /></a> makeshift bench from coffee table and cushions<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIHCg7IHDKmP-7DgwtXu5PCbW680No5V0rxHGfNoO-cidHH0zscWbnwkyR6CnXDb5p0Y25EDEs349jPiq86WoxRIqFQP5QGWBQJRmlu5Wui5ypwWvwWGbG0e8pG1qGpIR40fBUfonH1s/s1600-h/DSCN0111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429252706588054642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIHCg7IHDKmP-7DgwtXu5PCbW680No5V0rxHGfNoO-cidHH0zscWbnwkyR6CnXDb5p0Y25EDEs349jPiq86WoxRIqFQP5QGWBQJRmlu5Wui5ypwWvwWGbG0e8pG1qGpIR40fBUfonH1s/s400/DSCN0111.JPG" /></a> framed art<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TWoa6oNNQGstiHPXpFVROrucBPkGT3ung-ly9lx_UQz-aFmrQN2f0PJw3PS1lKRX1Dp_HNqJdHJ0mYqUzUVSs-KZD0u5c882lXFgwkdTTcJcboi7Qt2dZBRyU1muGCoHjAmKKn3W66c/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429252485168037458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TWoa6oNNQGstiHPXpFVROrucBPkGT3ung-ly9lx_UQz-aFmrQN2f0PJw3PS1lKRX1Dp_HNqJdHJ0mYqUzUVSs-KZD0u5c882lXFgwkdTTcJcboi7Qt2dZBRyU1muGCoHjAmKKn3W66c/s400/DSCN0107.JPG" /></a> bed<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYprhSfJtl1qe9okxHGqjcFjvgBoCfXTCycCQSAo9Nj4Tfa677J4MpcMCMW35lf-oLQfDRWI94osKcV-4knh8fYjMipJbWoRlU33PPIvF94qdRMqR84vQJNu9ppwnu7N5EzHL33bG6rQ/s1600-h/DSCN0108.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429252252612085538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYprhSfJtl1qe9okxHGqjcFjvgBoCfXTCycCQSAo9Nj4Tfa677J4MpcMCMW35lf-oLQfDRWI94osKcV-4knh8fYjMipJbWoRlU33PPIvF94qdRMqR84vQJNu9ppwnu7N5EzHL33bG6rQ/s400/DSCN0108.JPG" /></a> one of the few times the bed is actually made<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-75232924653058024642010-01-21T12:41:00.005-05:002010-01-21T12:49:56.702-05:00More Apartment<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0LT0o1jvBAZVeue0DuY763gLX0QPBKWy7qP3TiQQLQ6ml5fmr3Jg6VSsK3yxx-IxxznQaGdDdHd81nQ8PHpRk_5g5qh-cd3eZ-ih4fy9c_G4X5bw6-cxm5iuaR7cF7pFVlTC67-BRj4/s1600-h/DSCN0098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429251194199337394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0LT0o1jvBAZVeue0DuY763gLX0QPBKWy7qP3TiQQLQ6ml5fmr3Jg6VSsK3yxx-IxxznQaGdDdHd81nQ8PHpRk_5g5qh-cd3eZ-ih4fy9c_G4X5bw6-cxm5iuaR7cF7pFVlTC67-BRj4/s400/DSCN0098.JPG" /></a> kitchen, entryway, Devotchka poster<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgatQfmQH-vIUG04-oO38WI9mjvVvWkuJfA8Fmn33wxkHKpr2Szm11dA2jsKmiEfMbVA_juO6OGtPAKGbcuuZmNPnT_DnCWymqKtvFUeDY4003VyKXc0HFfC_LzkqnPy0Wu0QLgCcG5cw/s1600-h/DSCN0096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429250641224716850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgatQfmQH-vIUG04-oO38WI9mjvVvWkuJfA8Fmn33wxkHKpr2Szm11dA2jsKmiEfMbVA_juO6OGtPAKGbcuuZmNPnT_DnCWymqKtvFUeDY4003VyKXc0HFfC_LzkqnPy0Wu0QLgCcG5cw/s400/DSCN0096.JPG" /></a>Office<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lK32m2abUfbEROIUyrZD_cl6esMygWqIptp-NNXLj0PL-NnOXM01f7DF2zCqqsR77-fEgP8uta9ZobCdDQcwl_YedoC_tsoaVy8aC-ScWUJSGdlH2k9nMBwWhhhXCQLOvSD-rcajjhs/s1600-h/DSCN0095.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429250437073406354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lK32m2abUfbEROIUyrZD_cl6esMygWqIptp-NNXLj0PL-NnOXM01f7DF2zCqqsR77-fEgP8uta9ZobCdDQcwl_YedoC_tsoaVy8aC-ScWUJSGdlH2k9nMBwWhhhXCQLOvSD-rcajjhs/s400/DSCN0095.JPG" /></a> cutting table, chalkboard wall<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDj8c2xlb3bo7xyqCZdICLmjxyGXlQfTix9_K3f4VRcHSXnEdteJVYwlFnibTC2uDDKRQ-93M49TK739T9vL9qRkeMmWhXYU23YA96xsNpyLpNQgugwihlLpzQRw4j6G0uktkyaqxcuI/s1600-h/285130937605_0_0.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429250217650776434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDj8c2xlb3bo7xyqCZdICLmjxyGXlQfTix9_K3f4VRcHSXnEdteJVYwlFnibTC2uDDKRQ-93M49TK739T9vL9qRkeMmWhXYU23YA96xsNpyLpNQgugwihlLpzQRw4j6G0uktkyaqxcuI/s400/285130937605_0_0.jpg" /></a> formerly white bistro set painted gunmetal<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLun9w2NAnuug2tZ8YQQpIeUlJiFcrSPXccqRxOogNAzVwRV1LBJ2LFh8v_BqkFQybEdiAHCWRVMrQv4kjPsUGz-eoGvtgRYuzLDzfK7gWg_dn521wIMSds8pThfr0lReaiQRa89-9Io8/s1600-h/285130714245_0_0.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429250144238157154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLun9w2NAnuug2tZ8YQQpIeUlJiFcrSPXccqRxOogNAzVwRV1LBJ2LFh8v_BqkFQybEdiAHCWRVMrQv4kjPsUGz-eoGvtgRYuzLDzfK7gWg_dn521wIMSds8pThfr0lReaiQRa89-9Io8/s400/285130714245_0_0.jpg" /></a> more patio<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-4144349669343443152010-01-12T14:48:00.007-05:002010-01-12T15:06:58.632-05:00The fake Chinese Wedding bedThis was by far the most epic undertaking. I wanted one of these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2gxg-IZBmp7DqKBx5sjEKsYTIa_xmcMNF9IfjAnV8P27OwA8St_a_YxN4BTJh6yDLMFGGZ9JrRXqN-zyKBYNKmGHH8G07Z6EuizmpdhRDf7mcbIwZ4o4Y90cx268atXsy9EVnOHjJXU/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2gxg-IZBmp7DqKBx5sjEKsYTIa_xmcMNF9IfjAnV8P27OwA8St_a_YxN4BTJh6yDLMFGGZ9JrRXqN-zyKBYNKmGHH8G07Z6EuizmpdhRDf7mcbIwZ4o4Y90cx268atXsy9EVnOHjJXU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425943062994272466" border="0" /></a>But they are very, very expensive. Like $10,000 expensive.<br /><br />So, I got at $199 dressing screen:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyhfPoTk4OZ8bwKNBf-f9JPdZBrm3xj0L4EKn5sXLiLU41ZKbWx-WLbmBUdWdNqzhD3q7OszVZZnRGVwUdxOoHeZVwTiOXWcgOKTaS6bOxfZeS-MDYxkRbRo-gXF_oA463aSUjCVQSoY/s1600-h/285124091397_0_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyhfPoTk4OZ8bwKNBf-f9JPdZBrm3xj0L4EKn5sXLiLU41ZKbWx-WLbmBUdWdNqzhD3q7OszVZZnRGVwUdxOoHeZVwTiOXWcgOKTaS6bOxfZeS-MDYxkRbRo-gXF_oA463aSUjCVQSoY/s400/285124091397_0_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425942819193317794" border="0" /></a>Then I unscrewed all the four panels and sawed two of them in half. Meanwhile, I bought the cheapest, plainest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bedframe</span> in the world for $70 and painted that with a cherry-colored wood <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">varnish</span> to match the screens. After that I had to nail, screw, and glue the panels into place. I also got some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cheapie</span> wood trim at Home Depot for the cross beams and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">varnished</span> those as well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGgFYytnQtXC6OFXwDCZUpaCi077Ownjkk7eZb3My1KiN9viVi4nG0ovzOIVWzkQqwjBuUCni8BU4rSXFkAGtmEzfOHuC1ofG7F5ZDmrHQHFLLXAFJZ580yEMmyaQElVZohzt-By6wQU/s1600-h/285123829509_0_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGgFYytnQtXC6OFXwDCZUpaCi077Ownjkk7eZb3My1KiN9viVi4nG0ovzOIVWzkQqwjBuUCni8BU4rSXFkAGtmEzfOHuC1ofG7F5ZDmrHQHFLLXAFJZ580yEMmyaQElVZohzt-By6wQU/s400/285123829509_0_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425942771709707954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gX5yzElCrJ9qLGTfOOJ8ipTR5euEygvMduDNtVo_3XlsuSaCseuqo_mbataVc1Re2gPT-804Wz03Ycp6c7LJb7d8TCYWBj30jzb02YO4D83pOGLmm8SCfCDfv3m3oWj8NEGrrSKMt10/s1600-h/303861745029_0_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gX5yzElCrJ9qLGTfOOJ8ipTR5euEygvMduDNtVo_3XlsuSaCseuqo_mbataVc1Re2gPT-804Wz03Ycp6c7LJb7d8TCYWBj30jzb02YO4D83pOGLmm8SCfCDfv3m3oWj8NEGrrSKMt10/s400/303861745029_0_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425942718212233186" border="0" /></a>Added some curtains from World Market for $36.<br /><br />Total cost: $300 which is, oh, about $9,700 less than $10,000.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-38854193786207053212010-01-12T14:33:00.003-05:002010-01-12T14:47:32.773-05:00BarstoolsAfter the success of the chair upholstery I tried an even easier project: bar stools. I bought the cheapest four bar stools at Ikea, which happen to just be a black, flat, uncushioned wood slab on top. I free handed some slightly larger foam pads and covers from a scrap of purple houndstooth fabric and hot glued those suckers on for all eternity. Very matchy with the paint and runner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0JBVNzpghdLRZryoX2hqfnrd063uAdeqzAq7TQbL1CFvftG9yKv6Uf-rn7PM9ulITYDnAWib7aE7AEI5JCCBNydpQInYu0snwKBRzLHT2HxjgESIXUJbQ0GjUy64imhSL7PGsc_O6YY/s1600-h/303861941893_0_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0JBVNzpghdLRZryoX2hqfnrd063uAdeqzAq7TQbL1CFvftG9yKv6Uf-rn7PM9ulITYDnAWib7aE7AEI5JCCBNydpQInYu0snwKBRzLHT2HxjgESIXUJbQ0GjUy64imhSL7PGsc_O6YY/s400/303861941893_0_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425940951739572802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">hawt.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WNDcVhHrtGFzZqlgeuUj_6LIZHxutWsUm1BvW3oCo9FuCu3uUfyq2pFQCUkjHaTgTIMmua3LJmPLmUK-NbTeX6-_7tyGs9kAZf1AW2NTaYblmQ-q-en3xuKxWR7e3ak0xfuspEILi2M/s1600-h/303862552197_0_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WNDcVhHrtGFzZqlgeuUj_6LIZHxutWsUm1BvW3oCo9FuCu3uUfyq2pFQCUkjHaTgTIMmua3LJmPLmUK-NbTeX6-_7tyGs9kAZf1AW2NTaYblmQ-q-en3xuKxWR7e3ak0xfuspEILi2M/s400/303862552197_0_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425940866265898242" border="0" /></a>snip.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7F-46cLWbM00MjB-9Cj4sbSpwhgh5E2qSgUyHT59n9SLwPf265hYCfI4hCWh5f4DFVhsDp4H_NZR_JISip9zN26oFfcAkkGpdhRLAMJlz0lMCCvV6xOI_lJgTQkxTtQAmRcCRYrWIwU/s1600-h/303861846661_0_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7F-46cLWbM00MjB-9Cj4sbSpwhgh5E2qSgUyHT59n9SLwPf265hYCfI4hCWh5f4DFVhsDp4H_NZR_JISip9zN26oFfcAkkGpdhRLAMJlz0lMCCvV6xOI_lJgTQkxTtQAmRcCRYrWIwU/s400/303861846661_0_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425941128661945074" border="0" /></a>ta-da!<br /></div>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-7335113314735333552009-11-09T17:50:00.005-05:002009-11-09T18:25:52.044-05:00Blaggity Blag BlagWhy, Helloooo! I almost forgot I had a blog for a minute, there. <br /><br />In the spirit of rekindling let's revisit my to-do list posted Wednesday, August 6, 2008.<br /><br /><strong>-Execute a perfect handstand, "scorpion" pose, and flip flop.</strong><br />I've been working on this and can do a scorpion against a wall. So, not perfect, but working on it.<br /><strong>-Go to more gallery openings and museums.</strong><br />I haven't been to many museums although I did have a painting of mine in a gallery and it was auctioned off in February, so that's pretty cool when you describe it like that. I also just got season tickets to the Dallas Opera so there's a healthy dose of culture.<br /><strong>-use up all my henna paste. (Any volunteers? I'm good, I swear.)</strong><br />Forgot about that one. Just didn't seen that urgent I guess.<br /><strong>-go to more local rock shows.</strong><br />I'm been to a fair share, although a large portion of them have been my boyfriend's.<br /><strong>-learn to swallow swords.</strong><br />Gaaah!! Not yet! Soon, my yucca plants. Soooooooon.<br /><strong>-learn Latin.</strong><br />I got side tracked by astronomy and math nonfiction from the library. If you had asked me 10 years ago if I would be reading about abstract math theory for fun I would have probably choked laughing incredulously.<br /><strong>-work on my front splits and try for a horizontal over-split.</strong><br />As with the handstands, I am in a perpetual state of working on it. When I can get myself into a contort-ier position than my current facebook profile pic, I will replace it.<br /><strong>-tryout for the Dallas roller derby.</strong><br />Wow, if you didn't know that I succeeded in this you have not talked to me in over a year. Derby has taken over my life.<br /><strong>-plant an herb garden. And not kill it.</strong><br />I did! I did! Memorable garden goodies: lavender and sage vodkas, basil bread, mint mojitos.<br /><strong>-re-memorize the beginning of Beowulf.</strong><br />Enough to weird people out which was pretty much the point.<br /><strong>-practice spinning poi.</strong><br />I bought fire fans and perfected that instead. Hula hooping too.<br /><strong>-find bands/events that will let me make snazzy psychedelic posters for them.</strong><br />Not psychedelic, but I did some art and plan on doing some more art for the SO's band.<br /><strong>-have a garage sale and get rid of all my old clothes and books.</strong><br />Made $112 at Half Price Books. Next stop, Buffalo Exchange.<br /><strong>-practice vertical pole inverts and tricks.</strong><br />Oh yes. Lots and lots. Made lots of new friend and embarrassed my old ones in doing so.<br /><strong>-audition as a performer or character at Scarborough Faire.</strong><br />Meh. Fuck that. I was a performer at Six Flags Frightfest which is... not at all the same.<br /><strong>-celebrate pagan holidays in a bigger way.</strong><br />Check! Go me!<br /><strong>-find some tribal dance gigs at clubs/bars.</strong><br />I've had about seven since I posed the list, not including the month long gig at Six Flags.<br /><strong>-find some fire eating gigs at clubs/bars.</strong><br />Same as above. I've made about $1000 this year putting flaming thing on my face. What a wonderful world we live in.<br /><strong>-find some go-go gigs at clubs/bars.</strong><br />I'll continue my tried and true strategy of letting people offer me gigs instead of looking for them. Works better for everyone involved and insures the fun doesn't get sucked out of it.<br /><strong>-maybe find a tribal dance teaching gig (adults or kids).</strong><br />Still working on it. I'm thinking after the Xmas break I might offer an intro Tribal Fusion.<br /><strong>-learn to ride a motorcycle.</strong><br />I have a brand new Mustang so I'm pretty satisfied with getting around in that.<br /><strong>-visit places featured in Weird Texas.</strong><br />God damn. I haven't been anywhere lately.<br /><strong>-re-learn to play bass</strong><br />I've resigned myself to the sad truth that I am not a musical person.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-83716326867475996352009-08-26T15:30:00.014-04:002009-08-26T18:45:23.729-04:00Upholstry 101I haven't had much time for anything else except moving and decorating and here is one of the reasons why. I bought a set of accent chairs on the cheap at Home Goods. The shape was fabulous, but the color and fabric... not so much. In my typical manner, I got it into my head that the apartment was going to have a Victorian circus-meets-industrial loft scheme which <em>sounds</em> cool but actually requires <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DIY</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ing</span> almost everything.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXG3gG6HL22SDLVQ7tnYZlU3ZiMVC7pyDBZoC8XVMw6fUAHDa_m1xyca7LJVI6-MUwQ3aaZs9ZhuDYUuPusMhR7BjmFiCuMFNoqrzfx9sFJ6hAYkpCviHEWhWwdSfPtSOx9Bqq9UaJ7AA/s1600-h/285124609925_0_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374395934389362914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXG3gG6HL22SDLVQ7tnYZlU3ZiMVC7pyDBZoC8XVMw6fUAHDa_m1xyca7LJVI6-MUwQ3aaZs9ZhuDYUuPusMhR7BjmFiCuMFNoqrzfx9sFJ6hAYkpCviHEWhWwdSfPtSOx9Bqq9UaJ7AA/s320/285124609925_0_0.jpg" border="0" /></a> First off, I taped off the upholstery with saran wrap and painters' tape so I could spray paint away the nauseatingly ordinarily wood stain. I chose high-gloss cobalt paint kind of at random. I'm not even a big fan of blue, but it just felt right.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374397518430595842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjw2ISU_P8rBZsI5MU4qKmLhgY6YgbryXwpAm1lkJr9suVbp_LYoFt-8F6cKyP292eaJAc5aMTJNSKqcxyjK95oXQwNENLfwJ4V-z3VbTWBKqhJnNULKrp5tsJ2r_ppNSMy2IU058Iy1I/s320/285124501381_0_0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Success! Very shiny and much improved with minimal spray paint on things that were not meant to be painted. Of course, now I was forced to pick a fabric to cover up the awful sage and beige chenille that worked with the blue I had so hastily chosen. I wanted something jewel-toned in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">luxe</span> or exotic fabric that didn't quite match the cobalt so the overall effect would be more eccentric and carnival-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">esque</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfF9zq0zWlx-Dm-9DYYzM4qTxLD1zcUq28rZ_ELr6LZeW7MCsfLKyHPpW86AORVdl0HFdYk2LutDPVwNB3TCiO7BQZjUhlVwmTqVOnB9uCUaQxvHqMze6aaLZlzwBryIe5okQcvC-QzM/s1600-h/285124210693_0_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374395723220869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfF9zq0zWlx-Dm-9DYYzM4qTxLD1zcUq28rZ_ELr6LZeW7MCsfLKyHPpW86AORVdl0HFdYk2LutDPVwNB3TCiO7BQZjUhlVwmTqVOnB9uCUaQxvHqMze6aaLZlzwBryIe5okQcvC-QzM/s320/285124210693_0_0.jpg" border="0" /></a> I finally found a baby blanket remnant at Joann's that was a really furry, soft thermal poly. Not quite the velvet I had originally envisioned, but close enough and even weirder! The fat stripes sold me. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I didn't even attempt to remove the stock upholstery. Instead, I cut out rough shapes and pinned them on the chair, taking care to center the stripes. That is probably a really bad way to do it unless you're really good at eyeballing pattern <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pieces</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">And</span> you should probably <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">measure</span> your yardage needs <em><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">before</span></em> you go shopping.<strong> </strong>After that, I nailed the fabric in place with upholstery tacks and trimmed off the excess. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374402492725968882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHxKHHoDyljuqhMrgNJNrOC5Sc3zLq3a4v9NRuIbqciKa4W-iXrUQNCR3sIi-sN7ey7HVj_vZekxPab29LIhku1e5nF4KP7PHrux8UKuSJz45j1YgX7eYQOvGD5dOej8E2v4TW0LWteo/s320/285130328197_0_0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>As a final touch, I hot-glued (surely a furniture no-no) braided trim over the raw edges of the striped thermal. It added a good final pop of mismatched color and made the whole thing look more pro.<br /><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374395621591854658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWlMRF0eY6fQwWFcsgQiijk2XjIwDDjn7Cj6ZojEj2YIPsrToFkY4MKZRvT3SLY1sJq7c7VwyxYCugo6ASMoN98an9iiVHlITuVhS5U2SWpecqmtGgXmAYH0hN6xGH-vizi0u3YBt-cQ/s320/285124370565_0_0.jpg" border="0" /> The final product!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374402943687462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5uPsBRce7R6qOAhWCYnCILuTJ_w8gGegjTp-PR-8hBTataqkSsaMDRr8f333pxQSQfxp3yTvg6BPxeCgPIdYPcNQJGAVu2n_8p2V0YUmT7VbGElref6l0HnuIH2u35in11luKywt8vA/s400/285130490117_0_2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-18532839839818345522009-06-24T17:40:00.003-04:002009-06-25T12:54:55.069-04:00missed me, missed meOh, lord. What a two weeks.<br />I spent most of it hauling furniture, building furniture, arranging <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">furniture</span>, painting furniture, and otherwise decorating my parents' beach house. My parents are good at lots of things, but the aforementioned tasks are definitely not any of them.<br />When you're a teenager you lament that your parents are idiots, but at 27 I am little crestfallen that it might be true in some cases.<br /><br /><em>at Target</em><br />me: No! Absolutely not! You cannot have that! Put it down!<br />mom: why not?<br />me: Why not!! It's not what we're looking for! You already have one! It's too expensive! Put it down right now or we're leaving!!!!!!!<br /><br />Remember about two decades ago when that conversation went the other way?<br /><br />Anyway, it looks pretty great, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everyone's</span> invited, pictures to come, blah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">di</span> blah.<br /><br /><br />Oh, also...I tweaked my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MCL</span> but according to a top North Dallas orthopedic surgeon it will heal on it's own. Neat.<br /><br />Also, also... I've been doing some illustrating which is going fairly well and not making me want to David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Carradine</span> myself. Ooh...too soon with the asphyxiation jokes? Pictures of pictures to come hopefully.<br /><br />Not too many deep thoughts on life and love today, but fret not, yucca plants, it's about to all boil over and I've saved you a front seat.<br />Cheerio!Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-73544525686911033632009-05-28T00:53:00.005-04:002009-05-28T03:58:55.434-04:00solicited distractionsI desperately need to fall in love. With some music.<br />gotcha.<br /><br />I have been pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">diligent</span> in keeping myself occupied, but it is my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nature</span> to be overflowing with an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ardent</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">insatiable</span> 13-year-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">old's</span> passion to pour enthusiam into things and it would probably be best if that thing were something <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">intangible</span> to worship. To keep my mind and tongue sharp I need to keep my throbbing heart furiously busy elsewhere. A d<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">evotion</span>-worthy band is an outlet that hasn't let me down yet. It's so pure and clean and inexhaustible in its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">unrequitedness-- s</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">omething</span> I can't burn out. I think an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">object</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">intoxicating</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">beauty</span> that pulls my heart towards its cage of ribs so mercilessly that my brain hums and my stomach turns would help a lot of my problems.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-29346517113854317532009-05-28T00:40:00.002-04:002009-05-28T00:50:37.587-04:00I'm not even kiddingSo, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crazyinternetbitches</span>.com is NOT taken. <br />I know, I totally could not believe it either! I use the phrase "crazy i<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nternet</span> bitches" at least 10 times a day. <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, so, here's the deal, I think we can all agree this is the most awesome idea for an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">internet</span> dating site ever. The beauty is the simplicity: who else populates dating sites BESIDES crazy i<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nternet</span> bitches anyway? Exactly! It's cutting straight to the chase. And I know that all the dudes out there are really just looking for a crazy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">internet</span> bitch. All the guys I know are ALWAYS dating crazy bitches. In fact, craziness and bitchiness are the two major <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">qualities</span> that will cause any dude to fall desperately in love with a girl. Try it, you'll see!<br />I can already think of DOZENS of people that should either be on this site or would want to date women on it.<br />Somebody, please get on this.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-11443655118950509692009-05-21T13:59:00.004-04:002009-05-21T14:22:32.539-04:00Druidess minx in a labcoatSo this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">interweb</span> dating thing has a feature that suggests other members that have things in common with the one you are currently viewing. Sort of like, "if you like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nerdygamerboy</span>, try <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nerdygamerboy</span> who goes outside sometimes!" Similar, but different.<br /><br />Out of (narcissistic) curiosity I checked out what chicks are in my orbit. They are, in order: girls that are less sex-driven, less spiritual, less scientific, more old-fashioned, more old-fashioned, less kinky, and less sex-driven.<br /><br />What algorithm are they using here? Are there seriously no sex-crazed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">internet</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">skanks</span> that are <em>more</em> kinky? I talk a big game, but I didn't actually think I was that raunchy. And there are no girls that are <strong>more</strong> spiritual? How is that possible? I mean, I guess I am pretty spiritual when I come to think of it, but <em>superlatively</em> spiritual? Also, scientific? I don't actually doubt this one, but I'm surprised that it is even a variable. Who is like, "I like so-and-so alright, but she'd be way better if she did/didn't know her way around the periodic table! Damn!"Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-42475818858187982702009-05-14T23:49:00.002-04:002009-05-15T00:16:49.279-04:00Some DTR...... for people who will probably not read this.<br /><br />Hey, Crazies: You are out of your flipping mind. Please go fester in your special brand of craziness elsewhere. I'm not sure what about me made you think that I would be receptive to your various neuroses, but you, as you are about many things, are ever so wrong.<br /><br />Dear Wayward Acquaintances: You seem to feel no urgency in returning my correspondences, nor I yours. Perhaps I overwhelm you a bit. Unfortunately, this assumption of mine makes me even less likely to try to contact you, in turn. I'm quite certain, however, that if we resumed our tentative friendship it would pick up where it left off and be rather pleasant. Stalemate.<br /><br />Oh, Select Favorites: Despite our differences, I very much enjoy your company. For whatever reason you seem to accept or be amused by my spiky defects in return for my moments of affectionate camaraderie. I hope you persevere in this patient attitude because I am undergoing an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">uprecendented</span> phase of soul-consuming predatory behavior via the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">internet</span> on which you met me (see above). On that magical day when the dust settles, you may very well be the last man standing.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-90885405765362322192009-05-11T05:03:00.002-04:002009-05-11T05:06:32.932-04:00new title?!?weirdo: blah blah something about cutting blah<br />me: Cutting? GOD. That's so 90's. It's totally the poor girl's eating disorder.<br />me: Hey...poorgirlseatingdisorder.com!!!! Do you think it's taken!?!?<br /><br />best. blog title. ever.<br />And no, it's not taken.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-31424497570567383742009-05-09T16:56:00.004-04:002009-05-09T17:16:32.351-04:00Statistically, It's not looking so hot<span style="font-size:180%;">20</span>: Estimated number of cute, scruffy, brown-eyed boys in Dallas.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">6:</span> Number of cute, scruffy, brown-eyed boys in Dallas that I know personally.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">3:</span> Number of cute, scruffy, brown-eyed boys in Dallas that I know personally and are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">available</span> and do not appear severely mentally unhinged.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">0-1:</span> Number of cute, scruffy, brown-eyed boys in Dallas that I know personally and are probably ACTUALLY not severely mentally unhinged as opposed to faking well-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">adjustedness</span>.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-49229839435417001102009-05-01T21:49:00.009-04:002009-06-25T12:55:45.704-04:00bones and lionessesI've been spending a lot of my recumbent recuperation time thinking about my bones.<br />Wait, that sounds kinds of morbid. Start over.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so I've been sick-- just a cold, calm down-- off and on for pushing a month now and in this span of time I've lost, like, ten pounds. I'm pretty neutral on this occurrence.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, my body was already changing before that. A year older, new ink, and refined derby and yoga muscles sneaking and settling into prime position.<br /><br />Only now I can see and feel this new structure.<br /><br />I am sometimes surprised at my own strength, literal and figurative, but there is an unusual satisfaction in being able to see and feel the mechanism behind it-- particularly since most of my sureness of identity stems from artifice and creativity: hair, gesture, tone, costume, gait, language. Things I can control.<br /><br /><p>A note about my physiology, I carry weight pretty evenly all over my body. This works out great when I gain weight. Instead of accumulating in awkward places, it settles across my face, elbows, knees, back. My skeleton has aways been carefully concealed by a light cocoon, pleasantly even and supple, but generally the important stuff is folded away out of sight and tactility.<br /></p>Now my architecture is displayed like a skyscraper, defiantly rigid against a pale, temperate sky. Stark. Modern. All upward thrust, progress. Will over physics.<br /><br /><br />These new muscles, these old bones that were hidden from me.<br /><br />There is a novel, thumb-sized hollow next to my kneecap when I bend my leg at an obtuse angle. There is a strange, taut tangle of muscle the size of my palm on the top of each thigh which was formerly an undifferentiated expanse of hamstring and epidermis. I have a delicate pair of knobs perched ladylike and ovoid like bird's eggs on my wrists.<br /><br />The broad, heavy spread of my hip bones is strange and precious like the archaeologist's prized skull: a mysterious artifact of an ancient and fearsome creature. The curves are audacious in their sure, solid thickness and yawn wide enough to cradle a fist.<br /><br />Rather than exposed, I feel unveiled like the Sphinx unfettered from centuries of sand.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-62404633704250762542009-04-24T00:19:00.010-04:002009-04-24T00:33:03.379-04:00keeping occupied<span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#333333;">I am an outline.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#333333;"><br />just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gesso</span>.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">******</span>thick, opaque chalk.<br /><br />the line, however, is exquisite. <span style="color:#ffffff;">****</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sinuous</span>. decisive.<br /><br />I will fill it in with wet, viscous daubs <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">straight</span> from the knife.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">********************</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alizarin</span> crimson cadmium scarlet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">vermilion</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">********** ****</span>pure pigment like blood</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, I've been painting lately. And making hats. Perhaps some pictures to come.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-58452776002179297832009-04-17T11:39:00.002-04:002009-04-17T11:41:48.021-04:00What Would Scarlett Do?In the Twelve Oaks barbeque of my life, I have just shattered a vase. <br />Isn't this supposed to be where Rhett pops up?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Scarlett</span></strong>: "Why don't you say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me. You'd rather live with that silly old fool who can't open her mouth except to say 'yes, no' and raise a couple of brats just like her! "</span>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-26438528418873175882009-04-15T18:13:00.008-04:002009-04-21T13:47:45.943-04:00A Prophecy Older Than You<strong><span style="font-size:85%;">-or a Witch's Curse</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">valkyrie</span>,<br />a shield maiden<br />a warrior, death's swan.<br />And she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">demurred</span> to you,<br />rested her head on your lap,<br />and shed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">immortal's</span> tears on your behalf.<br /><br />She would have raised her spear<br />in defence of you,<br />but better, she summoned her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ancient</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">squall</span> for you.<br />For love<br />of you.<br /><br />Who may dream of such a creature?<br />touch her,<br />belong to her,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">possess</span> her, the battle goddess?<br /><br />You will never again behold such a woman,<br />never revel in such a mind,<br />never bask in such <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">intensity</span>,<br />never delight in such ardor,<br /><br />never be as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fiercely</span> loved by anything.</span>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-29959370334492622852009-04-09T16:41:00.003-04:002009-04-09T16:43:06.709-04:00Tarot<span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Knight</span> of Swords</strong>: He is a young man with a clean heart and fierce courage but it does not good to confront him as he his too stubborn to listen. A young man with b<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rown</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">eyes</span> and hair. Sign: <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aquarius</span>, Libra, or Gemini.</span><br /><br />No. Shit.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-64667240220604001182009-04-05T17:02:00.001-04:002009-04-05T17:04:41.226-04:00Three of Swords<span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">"These precious things,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Let them bleed,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Let them wash away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">These precious things,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Let them break </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Their hold </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">On me."</span>Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-33618514614399889862009-03-23T18:24:00.005-04:002009-03-23T19:48:21.043-04:00Bedside mannerearlier today:<br />mom: Since you're sick, I will bring you home some soup from Central Market!<br />me: Thanks! *wheezes*<br /><br />later today:<br />me: Mom, why does my soup have the label torn off?<br />mom: Well, it had chicken broth listed on the ingredients and I didn't want you to see it and get mad!<br />me: What!? You're a bag of dicks! Eh, fuck it. I'll eat it.<br /><br />moments later:<br />me: *wheeze*<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">What</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fucking</span> hell!!?! This has BACON in it! *<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kakak</span>* You're a fucking jerk!! I'm sick and you're feeding me bacon!?!?!<br /><br />later later:<br />mom: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>, I'm at the pharmacy. Do you want <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">NyQuil</span> cold and flu or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">NyQuil</span> cough? The flu one has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">antihistamines</span> and the cough one has cough <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">suppressant</span>.<br />me: Whichever one doesn't have BACON IN IT!!!!!! *hack*<br />mom: *click*Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-90990381945833795972009-03-16T16:06:00.003-04:002009-05-20T23:23:14.977-04:00Nonchalanceme: Eh, you're pretty cute... I'd hit it.<br />him: What? That's not how it works, I'd be the one hitting it.<br />me: Ok, well, I might <em>let </em>you hit it.<br />him: No, uh, I'd <em>let</em> <u>you</u> get it hit by me.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978686232393676357.post-54072433421463517712009-02-25T17:50:00.006-05:002009-03-01T21:15:16.173-05:00Chai-stravaganza!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, the 6 teas a day ritual continues forward. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Although</span> I didn't have all these teas today, I did drink a lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chai</span>, my favorite flavor of all time, so I figured a run down of some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">chais</span> I've had was in order.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Zhena's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gypsy</span> Tea- Coconut <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chai</span></strong><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Delish</span>! It's very sweet and has a really spicy bite. You almost <em>have </em>to put some milk in this to cut the piquancy, but that's better than fine because the milk compliments the coconut flavor. A novel blend and very rich. Very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">recommended</span>.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Zhena's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Gypsy</span> Tea- Chocolate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Chai</span></strong><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">LIke</span> the coconut, this one is a big winner. I mean, what marketing son of God finally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">brought</span> these two flavors together!?! This blend is smoother and not quite as spicy as the coconut. It has more cinnamon in it too. More <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">unusually</span>, it has a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">rooibos</span> base <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">instead</span> of black tea which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">actually</span> works great as the more robust, earthy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">flavor</span> of the red tea goes seamlessly with the chocolate notes. I'm so glad something as cool as "gypsy" tea is as awesome as it sounds. There is no way not to love this tea.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Teavana</span> - Mate Samurai <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Caai</span></strong><br />This is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">confusing</span> tea which isn't too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">surprising</span> since I have n idea what the "samurai" part is about. It's has the familiar strong, earthy, almost tinny taste of mate plus a whole lot of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">cardamom</span>. It also has a strong, woody, resiny note almost like pine. This tea is more pungent that your usual mellow, winter spices and is better with just sweetener and no milk. Probably an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">acquired</span> taste for some.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Teavana</span> - White <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Chai</span><br /></strong>The delicate white tea <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">flavor</span> is so subtle that the spices really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">dominate</span> this blend. The strongest flavors are clove and lemongrass. This is a tricky tea since white tea is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">notoriously</span> heat sensitive and the tart note makes me unsure whether more milk or more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">sugar</span> is necessary. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Surprisingly</span>, it is also good when mixed with the mate and strongly sweetened with no milk.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Tazo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Chai</span></strong><br />Much better than when you get the syrup at Starbucks. It's a pretty straightforward <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">chai</span> with a strong black tea flavor and an even balance between cinnamon, ginger, clove, nutmeg, and cardamom. It's good with no milk or sugar, but even better with honey and milk.<br /><br /><strong>Stash-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Chai</span> Spice</strong><br />Also a pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">straightforward</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">chai</span>. If I had to choose I'd go <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">with</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Tazo</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">but</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">that</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">might</span> be because I like their packaging better.<br /><br /><strong>Stash-Green <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Chai</span><br /></strong><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Something</span> about this brand's tea bags always has a musty taste, but I might be the only person that can taste it (Long story, I have a unnaturally strong sense of taste). Nevertheless, it's a pretty good tea. Ginger is primary spice which goes well with the grassy taste of green tea. It already pretty sweet and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">surprisingly</span> creamy so I'd only add a splash of milk and a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">sweetener</span>. I'd like to compare it to the Republic of Tea's green <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">chai</span> which I haven't had yet. I feel like green tea is not the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">intuitive</span> choice for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">chai</span>, but maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">RoT</span> can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">prove</span> me wrong.<br /><br /><strong>Stash- Holiday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">Chai</span></strong><br />The "holiday" flavors are listed as gingerbread and rum. I don't really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">taste</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">gingerbread</span>, other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">than</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">ginger</span> flavor that already supposed to be there but the rum flavor is very strong in good way. It cuts the sweetness and gives it a smokier taste. It would be awesome loaded up with lots of milk and sugar. Suprisingly good, although winter teas usually are.<br /><br /><strong>Stash- <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">Double</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">Chai</span></strong><br />More of a good thing? Maybe. If you like spicy tea or feel like milk dilutes your tea too much this might be for you. The extra spiciness comes from more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">cardadom</span> and a dash of coriander. It's also pretty interesting plain if you love cinnamon and cardamom. Be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">careful</span> of brewing it too long, it will get bitter.<br /><br /><strong>Stash- Vanilla <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">Chai</span></strong><br />It's kind of a misnomer. It tastes closer to hazelnut coffee than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">chai</span>, but I like hazelnut coffee. It's got a nice toasty taste and not too sweet. Also awesome with lots of milk and sugar.Valkyriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02826066441964159182noreply@blogger.com0