A Mighty Fine Life

First: GIP! By which I mean

Take no pictures, trick, I'm on a strike, bitch
We eatin' old unsold papes 'cause they so crisp
I got my slingshot and my pimping cane
I'm on a bridge; you in Manhattan actin' all insane

And so on.

Second: Tonight was a really fun night that was also mildly disappointing. But I did get to see Seth Green on roller skates, so we'll give it an A+ regardless.

Third: As some of you may be aware, my sister is a completely and totally kick-ass teacher in the Bronx. You may not be aware that in the last school she worked at, she raised the passing rate on the state history exam from 30% up to 75% singlehandedly. NO JOKE. Well, her current school has essentially no textbooks -- what they do have are out of date and the kids aren't allowed to take them home -- so she is raising money to buy them at donorschoose.org. Should you happen to have a few bucks to spare, they would go a long way.

Fourth: As I am randomly bolding phrases, it is time to go to bed. <3

Fifth: Oh yeah, while still slightly stuffy, I basically feel better.

I'm back in New York! And I was kind of bored this evening so, as I do about once every three years, I attempted to make icons. Someone needs to take the color overlay option away from me.



( 19 icons, mostly color variations on the last one above )

I guess, comment/credit if you take? *shrug*

I have a new layout! Inspired by Cym, I began poking around looking for something that struck my fancy, and with only moderate screwing around with it, this one did. It is very bright and lemon-y fresh: queenitsy.

(Note to poisonivory: It also inspires a feeling of guilt for not having worked on Tart, so there's that.)

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I made a pretty good dinner earlier this week, which is only notable because I don't usually, you know...do that. It was super easy -- garlic, tomato, black beans mixed up in the wok for a while, put over pasta, with cheddar cheese on top -- but DELICIOUS.

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This was a bad week for HIV.

The CDC has been in the process of revising the estimated number of cases in the U.S. up for awhile. DC is at a minimum of 3%, which is FUCKING HUGE, and it's probably an under-estimatiion. It's okay, though, because the Pope wants to fix the global pandemic by asking us all not to use condoms anymore, since they don't work anyway. Spiritual renewal and true friendship, though. That'll do it. Not condoms. Yuh huh.

So. You see this icon of Alton Brown?

Yeah, it's mysteriously appeared where my icon of Jack and David hugging used to be. *blink blink*

I know this happened to harriet_vane awhile ago. Anyone else? And does anyone know why or how to fix it?

ETA: Rachel says she's still seeing Jack and David but I am definitely not. Huh?

ETA2: And now it's back. I repeat: huh?

So on Tuesday I went to the doctor, despite the fact that I was, you know, entirely better. He concurred with my "I'm actually dandy now" assessment. But does everyone remember how awesome this was? (Explanation.) Because when I lost my insurance over the summer, I couldn't afford to keep up the scalp treatment, which means the horrible disgusting condition is back and better than ever! By which I mean itchier and flakier. Anyway, point is, the shower cap and hair gunk has returned.

I'm so hot, you don't even know.

And speaking of my hair, it's long. I realize that's not the most profound statement in the world, but it is remarkably true. It's long, like, the longest its been since high school, and possibly the longest it's ever been. It's about an inch or two above my butt. It is lonnnnnng. It's also the first thing people comment on when they haven't seen me in awhile ("My, your hair is long,") and also something people who spend a lot of time with me comment on ("Wow, your hair is long, and also, Panic! at the Disco exists, and here are some things about them..." [ilu rachel!]). So yes.

I occasionally entertain fantasies of chopping it off, or dying it blue. I really want to do something with it, but I'm at a loss for what. I'm not exactly a, uh, hair person. (Or makeup. Or clothes. Or shoes. Or... okay, you know that whole performance of femininity thing? I don't do that. I don't know how to do that, but I've avoided learning mostly by choice.) So... If anyone has any thoughts on how to make not-quite-straight-but-mostly-flat, extremely long, basically extremely pretty but dull hair exiting, do feel free to let me know!

(If I weren't far too lazy to fiddle with hair before work, except for getting it dry enough to not freeze in the cold, I would consider Vickie T's haircut. Sassiest bangs ever. Except I can't picture me with bangs. Nnnnnrg.)

So, yes. My scalp: bad. My hair: long. My life: dull.

( Oh, and also, I'm not participating in the LJ strike. )

New icons, because I've been on a kick. Blur again. (I have a Dave one too, but only three pictures, so poor Dave gets left out.)

Playing around with the colors here. It's currently ugly, but I have to run to class and won't be home until after rehearsal, so... It'll stay ugly until then.