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This is perhaps the single most badass thrift find ever.

I am jealous, and I wouldn't even care if I got radiation poisoning because that amazing glowing red radiation button would distract me with its terrifying awesomeness.

On another note, I think ontdcreepy is making my life creepier (their FFAs are so amazing. I didn't know I how easily addictive weird EVPs were until now.). Last night I woke up to somebody screaming outside in the street. Then, whoever it was starting laughing and singing... so yeah, that made it worse, but it also meant nobody was getting shanked. I think. I mean, they were probably drunk or high or god knows what. Probably. :/

Also, I LOL'D. Then I was terrified. People hire evil clowns to stalk, send creepy texts, and phone people threatening messages ... not as an act of revenge, but as a BIRTHDAY GIFT. WHAT. .

You know what I miss? Writing Batman ficlets for batfic100 (which is now defunct).
For two reasons-
1. Restricting my fics to 100 words apiece was a challenge, but it helped my writing style. It kind of, sort of cured me of Flowery Prose Syndrome.
2.  I miss Batman minific. ):   .... (Well, okay, I was mostly writing noir-ish crap about drug dealing ecoterrorists and sociopathic psychiatrists via Scarecrow and Ivy. It's been said before that Batman is the least interesting character in the mythos, and he's just a tool to allow the villains to shine. I don't agree, really, since I like Bruce even if he can be either a colossal mangst machine or someone who has the emotional intelligence of a squashed apricot.)
... Also, I miss Alfred.

Recently, I've been thinking of something positive to say about the noughties.

Since I had nothing nice to say about this clusterfuck excuse for a decade, I've decided to focus on another and entirely more badass decade-- the 60s!




The FIERCE levels radiating from these fashions are through the roof. Seriously, when did everyone become so boring?



Garage bands are probably my favorite part of that 60s (granted, garage bands' prime heyday was in the 70s-80s, but the garage band movement really started in the 60s). Most of these bands weren't very successful (if they were sort of lucky, they could maybe land a small label 45 and score some airplay with local channels), but I love them because of their style/rhythm. Here's a clip from Patti's Groove's "It Won't Last Long":

It rained like crazy today, partially flooding the sidewalks...
and I wore high heels. Yep. Well, actually they were leather high heels so they kept my feet nice and covered, without making me look like a cheap hooker (uh, at least, I thought I looked pretty classy anyway)... and plus my pants stayed dry and mud-less... which is just how I like my pants thank you very much. And I felt amazing being so effing tall. The world looks so different at 5'9" compared to my usual, average 5'6"-ness.

 I'm starting to see the logic behind why heels were even invented in the first place.

disclaimer for preventing butthurt: I'm just fooling around ... please don't take me seriously.
 

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So, I just took one of those Jungian quizzes online; I am a ISTJ.

That's pretty much what I expected.

Basically, an ISTJ means I'm a very SRS BSNS person. Which is actually true IRL, especially when it comes to school and work. This journal is really a place for me to vent out my fandom craziness, so I can be serious later.

BTW, it is my quilty pleasure to take these Jungian quizzes while pretending to be my favorite fandom/literary characters. It's more fun than it should be.

Ah, steampunk. My love.

I wish that our modern contraptions were powered by steam and sheer creativity. . .  some of the gadgets steampunkers have conjured up are beyond this world, honestly.


YouTube? Never heard of it!

YouKinetoscope, on the other hand...