Stardust Asylum

Firstly, I am on day 786,987,543,054,109, 459 waiting for Glorydoll to ship. Just putting that out there.

Secondly, I need some suggestions of interesting bacon recipes. My sister and my roommate are celebrating Valentine’s Day in a rather novel way, by expressing their love for bacon.

It has become my job to cater this unique event; all meals must be bacon-centered, and any desserts must involved chocolate. I have a tentative menu planned out, but I thought that I should see if I can get any recipes from those who have tried and enjoyed them. I am not a pork eater, at all, so it’s a little tough for me to accurately figure out what the bacon-obsessed in my life would like.

Also, for the heck of it, anyone know of any bacon…entertainment? Games, movies (Hamlet doesn’t count). I informed them both that entertainment was not my problem, but I wouldn’t mind surprising them.

Heck, any bizarre bacon anything would be fun. Sayings, trivia, t-shirts…embroidered samplers? I don’t know. But let it rain down!

As a dinosaur ballet.

This is my new favorite animation.

Oh, how I want want want this scent!

The Malignant Dreams of Cthulu in Love

Click on the link for all the info, but the short description is “an amorphous mix of oppressive, piceous ritual incense, macerated kelp, sea salt, sticky dark ocean plants, and… mixed chocolates.” It’s a BPAL/ ThinkGeek scent.

Unfortunately, this can never be mine, because whatever BPAL uses as their chocolate base always smells like nasty fermenty yeast on me. But…man, I love the bottle art!

I find that when I’m stressed (which is remarkably often lately), I find solace in a terrible, terrible hobby.

That hobby is finding the websites of awful amateur poets who think they’re deep, dark, mysterious, and literary and then mocking their poetry.

Obviously, I’m the only one around to hear it, unless my Roommate is listening or the dog is also feeling mean. I don’t post it up for others’ comments or share it on some poetry wank board. But I do read it aloud, in voices, and just…keep up a really horrible monologue about recurring themes and mispellings and invocations to the wrong goddesses. Dangling participles…I tend to really dig into those.

And yes, I am ashamed. I know it’s small of me…I know that there are people who would love to do the same to my writing.

But I do it anyway. *devil horns*

So…I pretty much figured I’d get bored and lazy about the 30 day meme. My answers weren’t so interesting anyway, but I am really loving seeing everyone else who’s sticking with it. Everyone is so fascinating! People always are. Sometimes I forget that.

Made an easily fixable but large mistake at work today in my new position. My new manager was very cool about it, complimenting me on the things I did right. I hadn’t expected that. I still feel like an idiot, though. I hate when I make mistakes, hate it more than anything. Especially mistakes I should have caught.

Today feels like a Tuesday.

I miss Versai.

I don’t know if I can keep myself from buying a pair of lolita shoes this weekend. I don’t know if I have the strength…and I don’t know if I can tell myself that the BTSSB ones will not be the ones that win. I NEED them!

Aimee, I know you’ve ordered from them. Is it easy? Is paying them easy?

Also found a new Poppy Z. Brite book that I may grab for the Kindle. Because I love filling Kit up with stuff.

I’ve waffled on several pictures, thinking at first that they made me sad, but realizing as I peered closer that the sadness had a strong underlying love to it. A picture of my Grandpa and Oma’s wedding, for example. I’m sad that he’s gone, and I miss him beyond words, but the picture thrills me and makes me remember and imagine.

However, this picture always makes me a little melancholy.

The last picture I took at Tenshi no Sato in Japan. Every time I happen to open the file, I get hit with how much I miss Japan, and that area of Kyoto in particular. How peaceful and still it was, and how beautiful it was that last day. I think that mood, the ‘last look,’ really was transferred onto Constantine…but then again, I don’t know if anyone else would see it that way, or if that’s just how I’ll always look at it because I’ll always know.

LOLTruff. It gets me every time.

(The darling holding her is my baby sister, Hallospacecat over on DoA. She had actually just stepped on Truffle’s rawhide, which must be what Truffle is laughing about.)

So, we’ll catch up today.

Day 5: Favorite quotation

““It is my PRIDE, my damn d, native, unconquerable Pride, that plunges me into Distraction. You must know that 19 –20th of my Composition is Pride. I must either live a Slave, a Servant; to have no Will of my own, no Sentiments of my own which I may freely declare as such; –or DIE –perplexing alternative!” – Thomas Chatterton

Day 6: Whatever tickles my fancy

Whatever tickles it, huh?

Have I ever spoken of my love for St. Sebastian iconography? I love the look, I love the variance, I love comparing the pose with other heroes. The classic St. Sebastian, tied to a tree and pierced with arrows, has the oddest facial expressions. Sometimes he is in ecstasy, not feeling any of the darts in his skin (which sometimes are extremely tiny); other times, he looks bored and as though he’d like to ask for a cigarette.

My favorite image I’ve ever found of St. Sebastian is by Japanese homoerotic artist Takato Yamamoto.

I also love the image of dead Cuchulain, my favorite of the Irish heroes. According to the Tain, at the end of his final battle, the Hound of Ulster tied himself standing upright so he would never fall in battle. When I was in Irish dancing, I remember that one of the feisiana had dying Cuchulain as its logo. I used to stare at the image, always fascinated by it, the same way I was fascinated by the pictures of St. Sebastian in my prayer book.

There you are! Fancy tickled!

This isn’t even fair. Like…not even close to fair. *sigh* I’ll try to narrow it down.

-”One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” – Ken Kesey : This book taught me that insanity and genius really do mix, and that I could use them to overcome anything.

-”Ingenious Pain” – Andrew Miller : One of the most beautiful stories of pain and love I’ve ever read in my entire life.

- “Invitation to a Beheading” – Vladimir Nabokov : Someday, I will live the ending of this book.

-”Portrait of the Artist of a Young Man” – James Joyce: Err…not exactly sure how to put this, but…yeah, James Joyce wrote my life story in this book. Isn’t that awkward?

Okay, I failed at this meme.