Haaaaaaandbaaaaaagg?

So, hanging with Tink and Panda. Usual silliness ensues. Let me show you it, won't you?

my emotions must be expressed

Unlike recent trips anywhere, I don't have to worry about coming back and finding my house broken into. This is threefold, A) I  moved 2) I have roommates, and D) they already stole all my stuff. I'm pretty confident with my odds on this one.

Up here we are lucky enough to get access to some family's digs. It's okay, if you are into ultra modern appliances, heated marble floors, housewide speaker systems, a theatre room, and generally beautiful scenery.

Just hanging in the backyard.

There's definitely been some tomfoolery going on round here. It's possible that some poor choices were made.

Text from first morning:
Me: i know. . . let's drink ALL the booze!
Others: Yeah!
Our Livers: :(

We haven't been quite as successful in our usual tv/film consumption. But we've kept busy with other things.

Fun with sidewalk chalk.

It seemed achievable at the time.

And then somebody has to go and draw underpants.

Ever seen Paula Deen make food on Quaaludes? The guy who makes these videos is a sick genius.

And the first version of this video left me "meh." Then the second version had me in tears.

For some fucked up reason, YouTube won't link to the second, better video. So here it is.

Yeah. I can't really explain it.

Let me just leave  you with this:

Because they are probably quite focused on you.

If You Have An Ass, I Will Haul It

Departure -- 10:24 am
Arrival -- 3:43 pm

Watch This Now: Jekyll

Lord have mercy. Woke up at 1:30 this morning for No Good Reason.

Then I Fell Down a Tumblr Hole trying to capture an image, gif, quote, something, that would help me convince people to watch this show.

Oh Tumblr, thou art a labyrinth of obsession and sublimated desires. You are scary. And I kind of love you.

Anyhoodle, at approx 4:24 am I gave up, grabbed my Pepsi from the fridge, and committed to a substandard post that will hopefully still be persuasive.

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This has been popping up in my Netflix recommendations for ages. When will I learn my lesson and listen them?

Jekyll is a six part mini series (it's actually considered a whole season but I'm not even gonna go into the vagaries of British television right now). And it's written by Steven Moffat. So let that be the warning and the encouragement.

The clever storyline, while "modernizing" the classic Robert Louis Stevenson novella, really acts more as a sequel to the original work. It's a deft little bit of plotting that allows more believability for our pop culture saturated, meta-aware psyches. It's darkly funny, tense, beautifully paced and visually interesting.

It's also acted wonderfully. James Nesbitt, as the lead, as the is at turns gleefully deranged, achingly heartbroken, desperately self loathing, disturbingly violent and even more disturbingly appealing.

The supporting cast are strong and fully formed characters. Special nods to Denis Lawson (Wedge Antilles!) whose dry delivery makes sandpaper seem soggy. And Gina Bellman knocked it out of the park--rising to every challenge and giving the other characters a credible, some may even say equally intimidating, foil.


tl;dr?

ZOMG!11!! Jekyll is da bomb ass shizzy, fo realz! It's streaming on Netflix, so suckahs got no reason to miss it.

In closing, and with a blind eye turned towards the multitudinous disturbing things this indicates about my psyche, consider this:

I Just Can't With This.

Because a piece of one of my teeth just broke off. Seriously. I don't even know what to say. This is literally one of my recurring nightmares come true.

Guess I get to call some docs tomorrow and haggle over whether any of my meds are causing this. (HINT: they are probably ALL causing this)

I am so freaked out that I have passed freaked out and come back to numb.

Dafuq, universe. Was this really necessary? I can't even with this. Seriously. I can't.

Maybe I'm Wrong

But I think we just had another quake. Weird.

Head Tingles and Jimmy Stewart

There is some small hope for humanity. Well played, sir.

Mike: You were extremely attractive, and as for distant and forbidding, on the contrary. But you also were a little the worse - or the better - for wine, and there are rules about that.--Macauley Connor (Jimmy Stewart), The Philadelphia Story

The world needs more of that.

Feeling blue and lost? Try a power stance! Allegedly, just two minutes a day can change your life.

I'm always fascinated by body language studies. One of my particular areas of interest is the depiction of power/confidence stances and the division of gestures between genders. I have found that I display classic male and arrogance poses---but I can report that I am not feeling particularly arrogant or confident when I am in that position. In fact, one of the classic sitting poses that supposedly transmits confidence is the one I use when I'm thinking "I have nothing to do with this, I wash my hands of it, keep me outta this." Interesting.

Amy Cuddy, TED Talk.

Also, someone recently described me as walking around with an imperious air--like I was "queen of the world." Cuz you know me, high rolling. Living the life of luxury. Looking down on all the peasants.Off with their heads, yo.

Freaky Deaky: I didn't even know that this was a thing:

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR). Basically, this is that head tingly feeling you get when you hear certain sounds. I always thought this was something weird that just happened to me because I was a freak.

Well, I may still be a freak, but I am not alone! If you've experienced this and you really want to squick yourself out, play some of these videos. It took a couple tries, but there are definitely some out there that will make your scalp crawl. <----Actually much more pleasant than it sounds.

Isn't it pleasant to have nothing to say and let others speak for you? Links make the world go round.

Bartending With Lin Lin--Alpha Mike Foxtrotter

Sometimes Lin Lin will make you a drink.

This can also be used to sanitize combs.

Maybe Lin Lin waits until you've had a few sips to reveal the ingredients.

Somebody call my mom.

1/2 oz ea tequila, gin, blue curaćao, 151 rum, vodka in to a tall glass fill w/ ice 4 oz sour mix, finish w/soda.

And that's how Lin Lin makes you an Adios Motherfucker. Leave it to Lin to get me to drink something blue.