This photo got me barred from posting images to Facebook for the next 7 days. It was posted to an album with a tightly filtered group of people, and either one of them reported it, or Facebook decided to be a bunch of asshats and tell me that this is inappropriate. So I’m posting it all over the internet out of spite. :)
I'm still here. I know I haven't been posting hardly at all lately, but I just really haven't had much to say. And in a lot of ways, I feel like maybe I've...outgrown this journal? I don't know if "outgrown" is really the right word. I'm not ready to say "no more LJ ever again". And I'm not deleting anything. But I doubt I'll be posting much. I still read, as much as I'm able. This new job has been kicking my ass. In a good way. And my attention has just drifted elsewhere. *shrug*
And there's a lot of history here, over 7 years of my life, the triumphs and the tragedies and everything are all here. And sometimes I feel like all that history is weighing me down. The last year of my life has been like one long slow press of a reset button. It's not been easy to finally let it up, but I think I'm finally at peace with everything that's happened in the last few years.
I'm still going to be around, and I'll still comment here and there. And I may even post once in a blue moon. I make no promises, though. I think this is a good stopping point, though. When it's calm and quiet, and I'm in a peaceful frame of mind. My account is paid up through February, but I won't be renewing it. It was a good run, though. :)
And according to my stats, this makes entry #2,599. That's a lot of yammering at the internet since September of 2003. I'm surprised I didn't run out of steam long before now.
Not much left to say except that's all folks. I'll be around. :)
Because my phone remembers that night far better than I do. Lawlz. Anyway, my costume, in case you missed it, was fucking epic. It was so dark that neither mine nor Don's cameras could quite capture its nocturnal majesty. Seriously, I could go out and fight crime in that getup.
I may have to take some pictures of the coat on its own, because I spent a lot of time on it, and I'm proud of it. I put in a red satin liner after ripping out everything that wasn't necessary (and possibly some things that were. And I really didn't finish it out as well as I'd wanted, due to time constraints. But once I got the liner in, I cut the bottom hem into points, like a bat cape. My belt, which also was barely visible, had silver skulls, with draping silver chains. My shirt had a distressed red bat that I painted, which took FOR FUCKING EVER because I had to paint like six layers to get it just right. The mask was the most difficult, but the most rewarding. This was what it looked like when it arrived (I bought an original 1992 Batman mask off Amazon).
I haven't forgotten, I've just been either too busy or tired or distracted....ok, fine, I forgot.
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
I really started to hate this song for a while. When I was still in KY, when people would come over to my house, inevitably we'd start playing Rock Band. And everybody wanted to play Wonderwall. I don't know why. It's one of the least interesting songs in the game. *shrug* I guess because it's easy. And Liam Gallagher has this monotonous whine that's easy to emulate, I suppose. After playing it so many times I would end up tossing my sticks behind me and play the drums with my hands. At least pretending I was playing bongos made it slightly less boring. No one ever wanted to do Jane's Addiction. *sigh*
Anyway, back to the present. The song in and of itself is good, and Ryan Adams proved it. He took it to a whole new level. He gives it this quiet, slow burning passion. I would dare say that if you didn't get lucky while playing this song on a date, there's a serious problem, and its name is YOU. :p