You Bastard People
More progress on that one project! I streamed a bit while working on Tutu the past couple of days, but the main assembly of her was off camera.
Next up is making the backgrounds these two get to go on top of, but that won’t happen for a bit since I’ve got some other stuff to work on first.
yummmm<3
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#crying because Simon and Karl never got to meet James and De
me everytime this photoset is on my dash.
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HELLO, AND WELCOME TO PLANNED PARENTHOOD, YOU SLUTTY SLUT. WHAT’S THE PROBLEM TODAY? YOU WANT A SLUTTY MAMMOGRAM TO DETERMINE WHETHER OR NOT YOU’VE GOT SLUTTY BREAST CANCER? JUST KIDDING, OF COURSE. YOU’RE HERE FOR AN ABORTION BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT’S MATHEMATICALLY PROVEN THAT LESS THAN FIVE PERCENT OF OUR TOTAL PROCEDURES ARE ABORTION, EVERYONE STILL BELIEVES THAT ALL WE DO IS GET RID OF YOU AND YOUR ARMY OF HIPPIE BOYFRIENDS’ SLUTTY MISTAKES, YOU BIG OLD SLUT, YOU.
SLUTEVER, AM I RIGHT? TAKE A SEAT OVER THERE AND WE’LL SEND SOMEONE OUT TO DO A PROVOCATIVE SEX DANCE BEFORE WE GIVE YOU SOME NUDIE MAGS AND NIPPLE TASSELS. I HOPE YOU DON’T HAVE ANY LEGITIMATE HEALTH ISSUES BECAUSE THAT WOULD RUIN OUR NONSTOP SLUT PARTY.
NEXT, PLEASE.
I am IN LOVE with this woman!! <3
Some images from the West End programme for Hedda Gabler starring Eve Best and Benedict Cumberbatch.
Hedda is receiving a rare screening next Sunday at the Victoria & Albert Museum at 2:00 p.m.
Benedict was nominated for an Olivier Award for his portrayal of George Tesman.
Writing a paper partly on Gabler. Just discovered dear ol’ Sherlock played Tesman. Kinda mind-blowing, considering I can think of no one LESS like Sherlock than Georg Tesman.
Eve Best as Hedda. She’s kinda an up and coming stage star. Really want to see in her The Duchess of Malfi before I leave London.
I can’t get over how this play pretty much haunts my life. Haunts my life in a wonderful way, mind you.
Some Nights - Fun.
Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again
zadi:
Steal Like an Artist: Creativity in the Age of the Remix
On engineering creative and intellectual stimulation:
There’s an economic theory out there that if you take the incomes of your five closest friends and average them, the resulting number will be pretty close to your own income.
I think the same thing is true of idea incomes. You’re only going to be as good as the stuff you surround yourself with.
"I am a paying customer on [Match]. I have e-mailed over 50 women. I don’t have a photo on my profile. I do this for a purpose. It’s a test. I want to discover if a woman is attracted to the real me or is she just interested in my BODY! So far, I have not found a single woman on match.com among the hundreds of women listed who will even e-mail me back. Their ingrained prejudice is really blatant. Most of these women are DIVORCED!!! Most of them are also very rude. They won’t even show you the courtesy of e-mailing you back to say that they are not interested. Why would I want to have a relationship with rude woman. This site is mainly full of divorced women chasing after who? You guessed it divorced men. I am not a divorcee. That sets me apart from most of these people but all the women think that if you have not chosen to marry yet, there is something wrong with you. Well, how about them? They are all products of failed marriages. There is something wrong with THEM!! But they still think THEY are good candidates for marriage. Give me a break. These women need to stop lying to themselves."
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- Larry Campbell, courtesy of Jezebel
So I’m only posting this because it sounds CRAZILY like this dude I had to deal with a few months back who somehow couldn’t grasp the fact that I wasn’t interested in him. The word “rude” was used a lot, a lot of the “you’re just fooling yourself, you’re delusional” was thrown around as well. “You’re single for a reason” was my favorite. Really, the post above could have been written by this jerk.
What is it with these “Nice Guys” who think they’re somehow paragons of sensitivity and “what women really want” who assume that any woman who is not interested in them must be somehow defective or a bitch? I’ve come to realize that this guy I dealt with really isn’t a singular case of the crazies - the capital “N” nice guy really does exist, and this Larry Campbell is living proof.
And for some reason, these guys piss me off even more than your standard “nice rack, sweetheart” assholes, because they’ve got this obnoxious white knight complex, like they think “I’m not one of those jerks women always go for”, when in reality, yes you are, you’re just a different breed of jerk. Emotional manipulation/name-calling is just as annoying as a self-absorbed macho meathead.
So to all the “Nice Guys” out there - it’s not that she’s got a problem - you’re just an asshole.
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levianity asked: You replied to my rant with something about "250 characters" and I don't really know if that was meant for me. Either way, I MISS YOU! How have you been?
It was - I’m e-mailing you asap (which is not now because aaaahhh 4.48) BTW, no recording, so sorry. :( Only photos. <3
Why do I suddenly have an imagine of Victorian men standing to the side singing: We just wanna see you shake it now (Now you wanna be, in your corset now!)
"Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen, half of girls don’t have their first orgasms until their late teens, twenties, or beyond. Teenage girls widely agree that they get the message loud and clear that masturbation is something boys do, but girls don’t, can’t, or shouldn’t. The cultural focus on intercourse tells young women to expect they’ll begin to experience sexual pleasure once they have sex with a man (whether or not they’re even interested in sex with men). Nearly all teen boys, on the other hand, experience sexual pleasure long before they get their hands—or other body parts—into a partner’s pants. Despite the massive advances in women’s equality, young women’s sexuality is stuck in a surprising paradox. Young women are sold provocative clothes but aren’t taught where to find their own clitoris. Many girls give their boyfriends oral sex, but are too uncomfortable with their own bodies to allow the guys to return the favor. It’s still a radical act to say that women need and deserve access to information about their own sexual pleasure—not just about the risks and negative consequences of sex."
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Dorian Solot, I Love Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. (via feministhistorian)
Found this for cheap on Amazon -just bought it.
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Julia Doolittle was born in the rough suburbs of Los Angeles and would develop an apple juice addiction that would cripple her for the majority of her toddler-hood, a time she would later call "formative years I utterly wasted". But from struggle, greatness is born, and after recognizing her weakness, she kicked the habit in an effort to make something of what years she had left. (Her mother also stopped buying gallons of the crap, which probably explains how Julia didn't end up a childhood obesity statistic with enough holes in her teeth to out-do a golf course.)
Her later years would prove most successful, except in terms of money, fame, and sexual conquests. But she would become popular amongst those who protested the lack of sensible shoes featured in Harper's Bazaar, and found herself happily situated amongst enlightened folks who know eating a whole box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese in one sitting is totally acceptable.
Currently, Julia studies theater at Sarah Lawrence College, but minors in cartoons, Japanese pornographic video games, sexy tragedy, and the finest techniques of ineffective flirting. Julia is the proud parent of three unfinished video games and a broken laptop mouse.
Julia is fifteen years sober, but there are days when she wavers. She struggles with moments of weakness where her demons return, telling her there's nothing wrong with a sip or two of Mott's after a hard day's work.
