winter, back up for like half a second, would you? god.

Today is Clean Out Your Damn Mailbox Day. It is also "Finish Watching That Pysch Disc So You Can Return It" day.

Apparently the weird/random fandom march madness thing has begun again. I make it my goal to vote for people I love and then I against people I loathe (or, truly, fans I loathe), and then finally I flip a damn coin for the ones I don't give a damn about. Show Gus Some Love, Man. Your vote will not help him topple Jon Stewart (which is how this was a no brainer) but it will make him feel loved. Also? Vote Blair. Because she's that awesome and it'll make me happy?

Hungry. Do not like waking up from nightmares (drunk!nate from Gossip Girl getting Jenny drunk and there was floating around the city creating chaos and then a huge storm threatened to send a tree crashing through my living room) only to wonder who was standing outside with a radio... then finding out it was a bird. An owl and either another returning the call or the world's oddest birdcall. I don't know.

Mmm. Off to do more experiments with chicken cuz that was yummy.

In which I ponder

Hunh. I can't figure out if the 'new' BSC books are supposed to be reissues or if the content was changed aside from the chapter artwork as well as the covers. HMM.

Sadly, I haven't read Kristy's Great Idea in awhile, and the last time I did, it was the graphic novel. Which if you never picked up, you should. Two copies. One for you, my friend, and one for me. Because I read mine at the library and it was still awesome. I believe, though I could be mistaken, that it is the only one of the graphic novels I do not currently own.

Anyway. Pictures of my pastel paradise will be forthcoming. Do not deny your interest in photographic evidence. You know your inner child is all, "what have they done to our memories?!"

God, I need to beat someone up who has artistic abilities. I think most of my posts work better in cartoon form because that is the way my mind works.

I. I. I.

Okay, that feels better.