Hana's computer is incredibly fast compared to mine. This is great. It's 1:52 AM and I'm sitting in her basement, as I have been since Sunday and will be until... Sunday (Excepting, of course, the periods of time when I am not in Hana's basement, being instead in the rest of her house or the world). You see, several months ago, my family purchased a rather nice Edwardian farmhouse in the newly established Columbia Art District. We didn't know at the time that the blasted thing was covered in lead paint and is technically a biohazard. The property has been roped off with yards and yards of 'Caution' tape (which hopefully I will be able to keep and make into hair falls), leaving me practically homeless, as the rent on our former home ran out on Sunday. The rest of the family rented a tiny stone cottage on the lake, but there's only one bedroom and nine of us, counting cats. There is no way I'm staying with them in such close quarters for any amount of time, so I moved in with Hana. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I'm sure you're tired of hearing about it by now though, and most likely tired of me. But I like you, and your odd croquet-playing, weird-food-buying parents, and Tiger, and the fudge, even if it was a bit greasy. Sorry about that.
As long as I'm apologising, I suppose I really ought to say something about my neglect of the glorious pirate subculture over the last few weeks, and maybe post some links. So, um, sorry, guys. Check these out.
TalkLikeAPirate.com- Talk Like a Pirate Day is September 19th! Hopefully this year will be even better than all preceding it, as it falls on a Friday and the day before the Columbia Art District Festival, so naturally the piratical festivities will carry over and we'll have even more fun. Being artsy pirates. Or something. That said, this is an incredible site. I officially adore these guys. Their books literally make me fall over laughing, the 'Pirate Links' section of their website is one of the most complete pirate directories around (I personally suggested the addition of Flogging Molly to their music section, so blame me for that), and they fuckin' started TLAPD, the only holiday that originated as a result of a sports injury and the most fun t' boot. Well, it would be, if more people got involved. Seriously guys, Holland could be the pirate capital of the world if more people got off their lazy asses and swaggered about with tricorns, swearing creatively and swilling rum. Or Kool-Aid. Whatever. It's not that hard, and it's tons of fun. We're already the birthday of the (now unfortunately disbanded) American Pirate Association, which I'd love to put back together if I just had some support (and permission from the original founders, of course). Yes, that was me two summers ago with the pirate ship bicycle. It got in the Sentinel (crappy picture, though) and all. That was great.
Bilgemunky.com- I remember Bilgemunky as a great but infrequently updated site, to be checked on every few months or so. In the three months since my last visit, it's exploded. Three whole pages of new piratical goodness! Go read it NOW!
BlackbeardTheMusical.com- If you can't be bothered to search through Bilgemunky's articles, at least look at this. It speak for itself. Or sings. Whatever. Sure, the music's not all that original or memorable (though 'Take Me Instead's pretty, and 'If You Want To Be A Pirate' is funny), and I was never really a Blackbeard fan (well, duh, I'm a Blackbeard fan- he was an amazing pirate who did much to shape history and popular culture's perception of pirates, but he certainly wasn't the best or my favourite), and it seems anything but accurate (I find it rather funny that the heroines' names are Anne and Mary, and you should too), but it's the idea that counts, and it's a brilliant idea! I'm sure I'll eventually grow to love the show for itself and not for its ideology, but either way, this is a revolution I'm proud to be a part of. Slowly but surely, pirates are taking over Broadway. 'Tis a glorious thing.
(A Note- I LAHVE the autosave feature. Hana's internet just went kersplat (or kersplunk, Ari), and I don't have to retype this!)
Whatever. I need sleep. Four hours until I have to wake up.
~KAT
Next post- Consumerism and School, and why I don't need either.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Fashion and Politics and Corsets, Oh My
My heartfelt apologies to the one person who I know reads this, though if you're missing me, you've got issues, as I see you almost every day.
My school started before any other in the area, because we're chartered and we can do that. We also get a Halloween Break, and lots of random days off. Plus it's the most fucking badass school on earth, for various interesting reasons including chandeliers, ghosts, knee socks, and teachers as weird as we are. Teachers who go to Obama parties, for instance.
Last night was amazingly surreal and fun. I hung out with Ari and Hana after school- we played with my niece (for purposes of simplicity- we're not related) Monkey and went to the book sale the library was having, counting the weird looks we got along the way. Final count was something like 16, and we only walked two blocks. I did have a dolly, though, to cart my books around on, and Ari and I were both rather steampunk-ish-looking at the time.
We've become connoisseurs of weird looks- I, for one, appreciate them and maybe even seek them out. I love messing with people's heads in any way possible. Maybe it's because I was such a freaky geeky little kid who never, ever got noticed- I'm still freaky and geeky but dammit, I'm not going to be quiet about it anymore. You're going to see, and you're going to THINK about it. It's not illegal yet- think about this person, this maybe-brave, maybe-insane, maybe-just-eccentric person who DARES to challenge your beloved norms and please, please consider it, and whether or not you could want to be an individual like them. But not like them, as that, of course, would defeat the purpose.
Yes, I'm a little pissed off at the sheeple at the moment. I suppose it's mostly fedoras. Why the hell are fedoras suddenly the pinnacle of mainstream awesome all of a sudden?! Fedoras are MINE. But it's not just fedoras- if it were just fedoras, we could blame Harrison Ford- anyone else noticed the sudden interest in pinstripes, knee socks, vests, and odd skirts?! America is stalking me. The bitch conglomerate is stealing my clothes. If I see just one person in a non-gothy-PVC corset, I'll have to kill something.
Yeah! Corset! My Leg Avenue by way of GoodGoth.com corset arrived today. You can has review!
I like to start with faults. This garment has three noticeable ones-
ITEM THE FIRST- The busk is weird. Fastening it is nearly impossible, as it keeps popping off even when there's no strain on it. Once it's laced, it's not a problem, though I did notice that one loop was slightly bent when I took it off.
ITEM THE SECOND- The laces aren't long enough unless you re-lace everything differently. Minor, but it irketh me.
ITEM THE THIRD- The colour isn't as pictured. The photo on their website shows a mostly purple satin brocade with gold embroidered dragons, but mine is mostly black, with bronze dragons and purplish flowers. Picture issue? A different item? I don't really care, because this pattern owns- close up, it's clearly dragons; but from a distance, it looks like camouflage. Epic win.
It's also a bit short for my taste, and not quite hourglass enough- I know, I know, it' off-the-rack, I wasn't expecting something I can tightlace with, but even so, I can easily get the waist all the way shut and then some, but not without cutting off circulation to my bosoms. Eh, I have weird measurements. My fault for being a long-torso'd, dramatically curvy weirdo.
HOWEVER- This corset is freaking awesome. Despite the issues I have with it, as a decorative, everyday garment it OWNS THE WORLD. It's freaky comfortable if I leave the waist slack, and it's really well-made. Hooray for steel and perfect posture. And it's really versatile- technically it's Victorian/modern styling, but my outfit today was purely Edwardian, and I'm even planning on wearing it if I end up going to Hollygrove for TLAPD. And to Homecoming. I need to make my skirt.
Last night, while playing with Monkey, who will someday rule the world, we were fed faulty information about conservative protesters outside the grungy old theatre where they were planning to throw a party while broadcasting Obama's acceptance speech. They didn't exist, but we got to thinking- what if we went up to protesters or Republicans in general, proudly displaying our Obama gear and liberal awesomeness, and cheerfully, sympathetically, politely offered them a lolly? Thus, Lollies for Republicans was born. We don't exist yet, but it's our hypothetical mission to spread peace and love and sweetness to those poor, grumpy, sour old Republican hearts (or stones. Whatever.).
So Hana and I went into said theatre for the party at around 9 p.m. and were shocked to find the place packed. With liberals. In our conservative little fail-town. We were so happy. Our teachers and fellow students had taken over a section, so we sat near them, munching on pretzels and screaming our support to the televised stadium. During one of the songs in between speeches, someone decide to hit a balloon into the air, and someone else hit it back up when it fell, and someone else kept it in the air and we passed it around, grinning, teachers and students and old ladies in big hats and street punks with cat ears, small children and college kids, like it was a balloon of... I dunno, hope (let's stick with the theme!), and we needed each other to keep it aloft. Pretty soon, more balloons joined the first until the air was full of them, gently drifting down and being suddenly shot back up. What other political crowd would do this?! To quote Anne Lamott (probably not accurately, as my copies of her books are still packed from the move and I can't look it up)- 'God, I love the Democratic Party.'
Obama's speech was insane. Amazing. We all clapped and laughed along at the beginning, when he couldn't get a word out, and cheered for the rest of it. I don't even remember what he said- I know it was great, but I was too caught up in the carnival atmosphere to commit it to memory.
We got free buttons, and a yard sign that I carried over my head as we walked back to my place, looking like an idiot. We were locked out, so we decided to walk to Family Video along the new boardwalk (it's nearly done, but still closed off to the public. We hiked through a sandy construction site to get to it. It's really, really cool- it goes behind a factory and over the water, hugging the shoreline, and there are trees overhanging it and the lights from the harbor after dark are beautiful.), because they have free kids' movies. We selected five Disney and Disney-type DVDs- the guy behind the desk told me that they usually only allowed two, the glanced at the Obama button I had pinned to my hat, grinned, and said, 'But I can let you through, just tonight.'
There was an old door and frame someone was throwing away on the way back. I want to go back and get it and use it as the entrance to my garden- I'll leave the door ajar and grow climbing roses over the frame. One of the glass panels in the top had been shattered, which made it look even cooler.
We got back at around one, but stayed outside for a bit longer, as we didn't want to wake Monkey by knocking. The mosquitoes were too bad to stay for long, though. Fucking mosquitoes. Stealing, as Emily said, my blood virginity.
I started reading Case Closed. I'm four volumes in and I love it.
Go 'bama!
Kat
My school started before any other in the area, because we're chartered and we can do that. We also get a Halloween Break, and lots of random days off. Plus it's the most fucking badass school on earth, for various interesting reasons including chandeliers, ghosts, knee socks, and teachers as weird as we are. Teachers who go to Obama parties, for instance.
Last night was amazingly surreal and fun. I hung out with Ari and Hana after school- we played with my niece (for purposes of simplicity- we're not related) Monkey and went to the book sale the library was having, counting the weird looks we got along the way. Final count was something like 16, and we only walked two blocks. I did have a dolly, though, to cart my books around on, and Ari and I were both rather steampunk-ish-looking at the time.
We've become connoisseurs of weird looks- I, for one, appreciate them and maybe even seek them out. I love messing with people's heads in any way possible. Maybe it's because I was such a freaky geeky little kid who never, ever got noticed- I'm still freaky and geeky but dammit, I'm not going to be quiet about it anymore. You're going to see, and you're going to THINK about it. It's not illegal yet- think about this person, this maybe-brave, maybe-insane, maybe-just-eccentric person who DARES to challenge your beloved norms and please, please consider it, and whether or not you could want to be an individual like them. But not like them, as that, of course, would defeat the purpose.
Yes, I'm a little pissed off at the sheeple at the moment. I suppose it's mostly fedoras. Why the hell are fedoras suddenly the pinnacle of mainstream awesome all of a sudden?! Fedoras are MINE. But it's not just fedoras- if it were just fedoras, we could blame Harrison Ford- anyone else noticed the sudden interest in pinstripes, knee socks, vests, and odd skirts?! America is stalking me. The bitch conglomerate is stealing my clothes. If I see just one person in a non-gothy-PVC corset, I'll have to kill something.
~*~
Yeah! Corset! My Leg Avenue by way of GoodGoth.com corset arrived today. You can has review!
I like to start with faults. This garment has three noticeable ones-
ITEM THE FIRST- The busk is weird. Fastening it is nearly impossible, as it keeps popping off even when there's no strain on it. Once it's laced, it's not a problem, though I did notice that one loop was slightly bent when I took it off.
ITEM THE SECOND- The laces aren't long enough unless you re-lace everything differently. Minor, but it irketh me.
ITEM THE THIRD- The colour isn't as pictured. The photo on their website shows a mostly purple satin brocade with gold embroidered dragons, but mine is mostly black, with bronze dragons and purplish flowers. Picture issue? A different item? I don't really care, because this pattern owns- close up, it's clearly dragons; but from a distance, it looks like camouflage. Epic win.
It's also a bit short for my taste, and not quite hourglass enough- I know, I know, it' off-the-rack, I wasn't expecting something I can tightlace with, but even so, I can easily get the waist all the way shut and then some, but not without cutting off circulation to my bosoms. Eh, I have weird measurements. My fault for being a long-torso'd, dramatically curvy weirdo.
HOWEVER- This corset is freaking awesome. Despite the issues I have with it, as a decorative, everyday garment it OWNS THE WORLD. It's freaky comfortable if I leave the waist slack, and it's really well-made. Hooray for steel and perfect posture. And it's really versatile- technically it's Victorian/modern styling, but my outfit today was purely Edwardian, and I'm even planning on wearing it if I end up going to Hollygrove for TLAPD. And to Homecoming. I need to make my skirt.
~*~
This is the part where I look back and say, Holy shit, Kat, your therapist wasn't kidding about ADD. Ahem. Yes. Back on topic.Last night, while playing with Monkey, who will someday rule the world, we were fed faulty information about conservative protesters outside the grungy old theatre where they were planning to throw a party while broadcasting Obama's acceptance speech. They didn't exist, but we got to thinking- what if we went up to protesters or Republicans in general, proudly displaying our Obama gear and liberal awesomeness, and cheerfully, sympathetically, politely offered them a lolly? Thus, Lollies for Republicans was born. We don't exist yet, but it's our hypothetical mission to spread peace and love and sweetness to those poor, grumpy, sour old Republican hearts (or stones. Whatever.).
So Hana and I went into said theatre for the party at around 9 p.m. and were shocked to find the place packed. With liberals. In our conservative little fail-town. We were so happy. Our teachers and fellow students had taken over a section, so we sat near them, munching on pretzels and screaming our support to the televised stadium. During one of the songs in between speeches, someone decide to hit a balloon into the air, and someone else hit it back up when it fell, and someone else kept it in the air and we passed it around, grinning, teachers and students and old ladies in big hats and street punks with cat ears, small children and college kids, like it was a balloon of... I dunno, hope (let's stick with the theme!), and we needed each other to keep it aloft. Pretty soon, more balloons joined the first until the air was full of them, gently drifting down and being suddenly shot back up. What other political crowd would do this?! To quote Anne Lamott (probably not accurately, as my copies of her books are still packed from the move and I can't look it up)- 'God, I love the Democratic Party.'
Obama's speech was insane. Amazing. We all clapped and laughed along at the beginning, when he couldn't get a word out, and cheered for the rest of it. I don't even remember what he said- I know it was great, but I was too caught up in the carnival atmosphere to commit it to memory.
We got free buttons, and a yard sign that I carried over my head as we walked back to my place, looking like an idiot. We were locked out, so we decided to walk to Family Video along the new boardwalk (it's nearly done, but still closed off to the public. We hiked through a sandy construction site to get to it. It's really, really cool- it goes behind a factory and over the water, hugging the shoreline, and there are trees overhanging it and the lights from the harbor after dark are beautiful.), because they have free kids' movies. We selected five Disney and Disney-type DVDs- the guy behind the desk told me that they usually only allowed two, the glanced at the Obama button I had pinned to my hat, grinned, and said, 'But I can let you through, just tonight.'
There was an old door and frame someone was throwing away on the way back. I want to go back and get it and use it as the entrance to my garden- I'll leave the door ajar and grow climbing roses over the frame. One of the glass panels in the top had been shattered, which made it look even cooler.
We got back at around one, but stayed outside for a bit longer, as we didn't want to wake Monkey by knocking. The mosquitoes were too bad to stay for long, though. Fucking mosquitoes. Stealing, as Emily said, my blood virginity.
I started reading Case Closed. I'm four volumes in and I love it.
Go 'bama!
Kat
Monday, August 18, 2008
BLAH!
I apologise in advance for what I know will turn out to be a shitty post. Yes, stuff happened, but I'm really tired right now.
If you're as obsessive as I am, you'll know the story behind this- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF-8ZFCn82I
My MUD client just finished downloading. There's an HP MUD in development, and I want to be ready when beta opens.
I want a copy of Origin.
I want to bleach my hair, then dye it pink, wait for it to fade out, and then dye purple over it. I hear Special Effects is good for this kind of thing.
Still planning for my Mystery Machine paint job. I'm trying to figure out a way to get around painting the back windows without making it look shitty (it's a Ford Windstar, currently white with lots of stickers. 'Tis my Liberalmobile.)
Golf carts are fun.
People can be cruel.
I love sunsets.
Ari's 'BLAH!' is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.
Whatever.
-Kat
If you're as obsessive as I am, you'll know the story behind this- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF-8ZFCn82I
My MUD client just finished downloading. There's an HP MUD in development, and I want to be ready when beta opens.
I want a copy of Origin.
I want to bleach my hair, then dye it pink, wait for it to fade out, and then dye purple over it. I hear Special Effects is good for this kind of thing.
Still planning for my Mystery Machine paint job. I'm trying to figure out a way to get around painting the back windows without making it look shitty (it's a Ford Windstar, currently white with lots of stickers. 'Tis my Liberalmobile.)
Golf carts are fun.
People can be cruel.
I love sunsets.
Ari's 'BLAH!' is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.
Whatever.
-Kat
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Linkage! Also a Potter mini-rant and acid!
(My hair is really weird right now- lots of itty-bitty braids tied in knots. Maybe it'll be curly when I wake up. I dunno.)
If these don't automatically linkify, copy and paste and shut up. I don't feel like HTML.
ITEM THE FIRST- The Bible. In Lolcat. http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=Genesis_1
I say we start a Satanic lolcat cult of Basement Cat followers. We could wear black cat ears and tails and shit.
ITEM THE SECOND- Cheap goggles, Ari! http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_7&listing_id=14241757
ITEM THE THIRD- Now taking donations for THESE. Please, anyone- your pennies are appreciated. http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_17&listing_id=14099639
ITEM THE FOURTH- I started crying when I read this and realised what I freak I am, that these books have affected my in such a weird way. Can you imagine, though?! If it works out like they're planning, with thousands of people, all coming together to be with each other, united in trying to witness something they refuse to believe is impossible... I need to be their. I really do. I am going to find two piggy-bank-ish containers as soon as I finish with this- one for that monocle, and one for a plane ticket. Just a one-way ticket, so I can start my life over in London, like I've always dreamed. I'm such a freak.
Um, yes. Link- http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4596534181.
Isn't it glorious?
Also, I've decide to banish my self-doubt and be a fucking Gryffindor. I've never thought of myself as particularly brave, but I can completely see myself as a Marauder type- reckless, fun-loving, system-fucking, irreverent, but with something to fight for. I just need a cause. And I've already got the scarf, so why not?
Okay, people? Can we please start a LARP group of some kind? Please? Ooh- how about a weird steampunk one, so we can wear epic googles? Yeah. Email me if you're interested, or if you actually read this, at iarethekat@gmail.com.
If these don't automatically linkify, copy and paste and shut up. I don't feel like HTML.
ITEM THE FIRST- The Bible. In Lolcat. http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=Genesis_1
I say we start a Satanic lolcat cult of Basement Cat followers. We could wear black cat ears and tails and shit.
ITEM THE SECOND- Cheap goggles, Ari! http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_7&listing_id=14241757
ITEM THE THIRD- Now taking donations for THESE. Please, anyone- your pennies are appreciated. http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_17&listing_id=14099639
ITEM THE FOURTH- I started crying when I read this and realised what I freak I am, that these books have affected my in such a weird way. Can you imagine, though?! If it works out like they're planning, with thousands of people, all coming together to be with each other, united in trying to witness something they refuse to believe is impossible... I need to be their. I really do. I am going to find two piggy-bank-ish containers as soon as I finish with this- one for that monocle, and one for a plane ticket. Just a one-way ticket, so I can start my life over in London, like I've always dreamed. I'm such a freak.
Um, yes. Link- http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4596534181.
Isn't it glorious?
Also, I've decide to banish my self-doubt and be a fucking Gryffindor. I've never thought of myself as particularly brave, but I can completely see myself as a Marauder type- reckless, fun-loving, system-fucking, irreverent, but with something to fight for. I just need a cause. And I've already got the scarf, so why not?
~
Okay, people? Can we please start a LARP group of some kind? Please? Ooh- how about a weird steampunk one, so we can wear epic googles? Yeah. Email me if you're interested, or if you actually read this, at iarethekat@gmail.com.
~
This is taken from my journal, dated 'Morning of July 24th, 2008'-
"I find myself wanting to try acid. My research has indicated (don't I sound posh!) that it's basically harmless- impossible to get addicted to, impossible to overdose on, easy to find, cheap, fun, with no long- or short-term side effects. Why is this shit illegal? Problems come up when you take it with something else, and then it's the something else that's causing problems- LSD is used in such small quantities, it's practically impossible to contaminate. So keep it separate from other junk, and you're fine. So where's mine? Where are my private light shows and religious epiphanies? What dos the government have against it? The truths, the realities it supposedly uncovers? They don't care about our well-being, but if that were the case- legalise it and you can control the quality and manufacture. Legalise it and and control any problems it creates. I could run the planet. Look at me, all clever with my research and figures and sophisticated theories."
(Note to any parent-type figures- no, I've never used it: no I don't have any real plans to use it.)
(Note to anyone else- my journal's filled with weird stuff like this. It's kind of funny. I sound so jaded and world-weary when I write. I should stop before I get any worse, but it's too fun.)
-K@
Oh, SHIT! I wear glasses! I'd need TWO MONOCLES!
Or contacts. Pinstripe contacts....
...yeah...
"I find myself wanting to try acid. My research has indicated (don't I sound posh!) that it's basically harmless- impossible to get addicted to, impossible to overdose on, easy to find, cheap, fun, with no long- or short-term side effects. Why is this shit illegal? Problems come up when you take it with something else, and then it's the something else that's causing problems- LSD is used in such small quantities, it's practically impossible to contaminate. So keep it separate from other junk, and you're fine. So where's mine? Where are my private light shows and religious epiphanies? What dos the government have against it? The truths, the realities it supposedly uncovers? They don't care about our well-being, but if that were the case- legalise it and you can control the quality and manufacture. Legalise it and and control any problems it creates. I could run the planet. Look at me, all clever with my research and figures and sophisticated theories."
(Note to any parent-type figures- no, I've never used it: no I don't have any real plans to use it.)
(Note to anyone else- my journal's filled with weird stuff like this. It's kind of funny. I sound so jaded and world-weary when I write. I should stop before I get any worse, but it's too fun.)
-K@
Oh, SHIT! I wear glasses! I'd need TWO MONOCLES!
Or contacts. Pinstripe contacts....
...yeah...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
So Where Do We Go From Here?
(Right Shoulder Demon is stabbing me, saying, "You promised to talk about the band! You need to keep your promises! Be a good and honest person!". I never promised anything, and to hell with honesty. I'm a goddamn pirate. Fuck you, Right Shoulder Demon.)
Okay. The Band. The completely hypothetical (at this point) but outrageously kickass band. It has always been my dream to be a rock star. I started playing classical guitar three years ago- I suck, but it always sounds better when it's electric, right? So all we need to do is get a lefty electric, finish that room in the basement (with the haunted saw blade Ari and Hana are so freaked out about), get Hana a keyboard, find a drummer and a bassist, convince everyone that Craven's Field* would be the best name ever, and we're good to go.
This is the part where I scare everyone away. I'm a Potter freak. Okay? Good. I don't for the life of my know how I'd be Sorted, which, to me, is a huge problem.** So, my latest project- figure out where the hell I'd be by taking every sorting quiz on the Aethernet***, ten at a time.
ROUND ONE-
Ravenclaw: 1
Hufflepuff: 1
Slytherin: 2
Gryffindor: 6
Not what I expected.
-Kat the Uncharacteristically-Steeped-in-Brevity
* There's a good description of the original Craven's Field in The Ghost Map, by Steven Johnson, which you should read anyway, it's fantastic.
** I hate labels, so I don't see why this is so important to me.
*** Brass Goggles, I love you.
Also, if anyone gets the title, I've got the melody line worked out!
Okay. The Band. The completely hypothetical (at this point) but outrageously kickass band. It has always been my dream to be a rock star. I started playing classical guitar three years ago- I suck, but it always sounds better when it's electric, right? So all we need to do is get a lefty electric, finish that room in the basement (with the haunted saw blade Ari and Hana are so freaked out about), get Hana a keyboard, find a drummer and a bassist, convince everyone that Craven's Field* would be the best name ever, and we're good to go.
This is the part where I scare everyone away. I'm a Potter freak. Okay? Good. I don't for the life of my know how I'd be Sorted, which, to me, is a huge problem.** So, my latest project- figure out where the hell I'd be by taking every sorting quiz on the Aethernet***, ten at a time.
ROUND ONE-
Ravenclaw: 1
Hufflepuff: 1
Slytherin: 2
Gryffindor: 6
Not what I expected.
-Kat the Uncharacteristically-Steeped-in-Brevity
* There's a good description of the original Craven's Field in The Ghost Map, by Steven Johnson, which you should read anyway, it's fantastic.
** I hate labels, so I don't see why this is so important to me.
*** Brass Goggles, I love you.
Also, if anyone gets the title, I've got the melody line worked out!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Yesterday (Technically)
Yesterday (technically), I-
-woke up at 5:00 PM
This is entirely normal for me.
-got dressed
Purple lacy skirt, black blazer, pinstripe fedora.
-ate bagels
Because I love bagels. And now I need to buy more cream cheese.
-called Ari and Hana
Repeatedly. Angrily.
-went to Goodwill
With Ari and Hana. I found-
-a pinstripe jumper/jacket set. I gave Ari the jumper; the jacket I'm turning into a tailcoat.
-a knee-length pinstripe skirt that has corset lacing up the back
-an ankle-length tartan skirt with epic pleats.
-purple tights that EXPLODED when I tried them on.
-chunky iridescent sparkly white cyber/rave boots!
-went to the new house (!)
-learned stuff
Namely, that my house is haunted.
-considered
I really like lists.
Coming soon- ghost hunting, cats, and illegal drugs!
Wishing you good books and as much sleep as you need, plus 15 minutes,
Kat
-woke up at 5:00 PM
This is entirely normal for me.
-got dressed
Purple lacy skirt, black blazer, pinstripe fedora.
-ate bagels
Because I love bagels. And now I need to buy more cream cheese.
-called Ari and Hana
Repeatedly. Angrily.
-went to Goodwill
With Ari and Hana. I found-
-a pinstripe jumper/jacket set. I gave Ari the jumper; the jacket I'm turning into a tailcoat.
-a knee-length pinstripe skirt that has corset lacing up the back
-an ankle-length tartan skirt with epic pleats.
-purple tights that EXPLODED when I tried them on.
-chunky iridescent sparkly white cyber/rave boots!
-went to the new house (!)
-learned stuff
Namely, that my house is haunted.
-considered
I really like lists.
Coming soon- ghost hunting, cats, and illegal drugs!
Wishing you good books and as much sleep as you need, plus 15 minutes,
Kat
B.R.A.I.N.S.
There's a group on Facebook called B.R.A.I.N.S.- the Black River* Anti-Zombie Invasionary Nuisance** Squad. I joined, of course, because I have what I think is a very good anti-zombie plan.
Kat's Anti-Zombie Plan
Monday, August 11, 2008
Welcome to the Jungle
(Left Shoulder Demon is screeching at me, "You sell-out! You don't need a fucking BLOG! You're more creative than that! Go carve your opinion into a tree or something!" For once, I disagree with Left Shoulder Demon. This is mostly because I lost my pocketknife, and if I were a tree, I would not want someone's opinions carved into me.)
Um. Yes. This is a post, the very first post on my brand-new, shiny blog which will most likely be forgotten after tonight. On the off chance that my attention span will hold long enough for me to commit to this, I shall introduce myself-
Um. Yes. This is a post, the very first post on my brand-new, shiny blog which will most likely be forgotten after tonight. On the off chance that my attention span will hold long enough for me to commit to this, I shall introduce myself-
I ARE THE KAT
Got that? Very good. I am somewhat proud of my blog's title, as it sums me up pretty well. Were I feeling loyal to my hats, I would say that my title is a tribute to my two favourite* hats- a pinstripe fedora, and a battered straw tricorn. I love hats. (If anyone has a top hat in need of a home, I would be glad to take it in. I promise to love and care for it, and wear it on many exciting adventures.) I also love socks, but only brightly patterned knee socks, and never, ever matching (There are two exceptions to this rule. They do not matter at the moment.), because matching socks are for wankers. Right now, I've got one pink-and-black striped Rensock and one black with multicoloured* stars. (If anyone cares, I love you, and you most likely need to get a life.)
Right. Well. For simplicity's sake, I shall split up the rest of this post into several more posts, so as not to confuse your delicate little heads, if, in face, you are reading this, and you do, in fact, have a delicate little head. So, coming up next- zombies, bands, and the great and glorious project that is my new house!
Fair winds and a following sea,
-Kat
*British people are awesome. As a pirate, I steal that which is awesome- in this case, the more cultured way to spell.
Right. Well. For simplicity's sake, I shall split up the rest of this post into several more posts, so as not to confuse your delicate little heads, if, in face, you are reading this, and you do, in fact, have a delicate little head. So, coming up next- zombies, bands, and the great and glorious project that is my new house!
Fair winds and a following sea,
-Kat
*British people are awesome. As a pirate, I steal that which is awesome- in this case, the more cultured way to spell.
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