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22 February 2007 @ 10:36 pm
I'm in the middle of reading House of Leaves and I've freaked myself out several times already. I actually just almost threw the book across the room. Now I'm actually at the point where I'm kind of afraid just sitting here. And I really need to go to the bathroom, but there is NO WAY I'm going out into the hallway. And THAT is freaking me out! And the fact that I'm writing this is freaking me out. AHHH.

Please tell me that someone has read this and is still sane.
Current Mood: scaredscared
14 November 2006 @ 06:27 pm
As you all know, I have forced my David Tennant obsession on sweetcynic23. She was all "Oh HEY. WE NEED ICONS YO." So I went to make us some icons, because I do whatever she tells me to. I have reawakened my love of photoshop y'all. I plan on making a huge icon post later because I've made a ton of them. It's going to take a while though because they've taken over my desktop. Anyway I would just like to show off my new and improved mad photoshop skillz.

Which will be my new header when I get around to changing all my lj layout settings.Collapse )

I still haven't figured out the mystery that is mood icons. Anyone want to instruct me on how to create/find one?

Also, I cut off all my hair. It was down to the middle of my back, and now it's at my shoulders. It is SO SHORT. There will be Hairdo!Picspam coming soon.

*wanders back over to photoshop*
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: PJ Harvey - Primed & Ticking
02 November 2006 @ 12:15 am
I need computer help. I put in a blank DVD to burn files off my computer, and I do the prompt thing where it asks me what I want to do with it. After telling it to open in the finder I wait for it to show up on the desktop...and nothing. I checked the preferences to make sure cds show up on the desktop, and the DVD shows up in the disk utility even though it's nowhere to be found in the finder or on the desktop. I go onto the support site and it's like I have no idea what you're talking about. Your computer obviously just hates you. So I give up, but I'm desperate because I have no space on my computer. I try to just burn it from the disk utility because apparently you can do that. It tells me to make a disk image and it makes a .dmg file and that does not sound like what normally goes down. WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET ME DRAG MY SHIT ONTO THE CD ICON ON THE DESKTOP AND BURN IT, COMPUTER? What is the problem? Anyone? Bueller? Laura?

Also, earlier my iPod went apeshit and had a freak out which ended in sadface. I went onto the support site for that, and I couldn't get it to restart in disk mode. Apple said to send him in to be serviced (Heh). I had my own freak out for a second "Ahh! He's hurt!" and then I decided to try smacking him around a little (Hey, it works on my remote.) and he started working again. Say what you will, but tough love gets results.

And because I don't want this post to be all sad emo computer woe:
What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Midland

"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

The West
North Central
The South
The Inland North
The Northeast
What American accent do you have?

Which is funny because I was born in Missouri, grew up in southern Illinois, moved to Florida, and now live in South Carolina. Where do you think I'll move next, Atlanta or Dallas? And where the hell is my job in TV and/or radio?!
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
Current Music: Deadboy & the Elephantmen - Break It Off
01 August 2006 @ 01:43 am
Okay so I just had this idea for a tattoo. It just popped into my head. I've wanted one forever and the only reason I haven't gotten one yet is that I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted it to be original and have some meaning so I don't get sick of it because you know it is going to be there forever. It would be all in black and sort of look like it was just outlined or someone drew it and just didn't color it in. It would be on my lower back maybe up to almost the middle of my back as it would have to be fairly large. There would be a tree in the middle being the focus and then I would have apples on the tree and on the ground each with something different inside it. The idea is that the tree would represent life and the apples would all have things in them that were significant but would be represented in a way that was enigmatic. Sort of like an avant garde journal or scrapbook or something. The things in the apples that had fallen off the tree would be sad or painful as the apples had gone bad and the ones on the tree would be happier. This is probably kind of hard to follow. Like as an example one could be luck which could go on the tree and be an apple with a 17 inside it because it's my lucky number. (When I was a kid I could not escape the number 17. It used to follow me around.) The cool part about it is that if someone just looked at it they wouldn't have a clue as to what it meant. Maybe I would have a girl sitting under the tree and different animals around that would represent the people around me. And I could have things carved into the tree like those hearts with initials in them. The other good thing? It would start out small and just get larger as I add things to it and I could add things whenever I felt like it. Which would also be good in case I get the urge to get another tattoo which I'm sure I will. I can just add to this one. Thoughts?

The biggest problem here is that I can't draw. Which is a problem. I can see it clearly in my head but I'm not sure how I'd be able to get it on paper. Maybe I can try to do it with photoshop or something. Actually you know it's kind of like The Giving Tree. And that's really similar to the image I have in my head. Like someone was just idly doodling on a piece of paper.

Current Location: My bedroom.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Current Music: Ulrich Schnauss - Crazy For You
So I'm flipping channels on tv right? And as I'm flipping I hear something about finding human remains in a woman's basement so I stop under the assumption that this could be something of interest. It's the on news apparently. I've obviously missed part of the story but the part I caught was "Police found six human skulls in the basement and a hand in a jar which the woman called Freddy. The woman claimed the hand was a gift from a medical examiner." Like I'm sorry WHAT? I'm assuming this woman is fairly close to me. I feel like the small amount of information I have is the worst possible amount. I know just enough to be totally frightened by this woman but not enough to be reassured that she's locked away in some mental ward and I'm safe. Because I DON'T WANT THAT TO BE MY HAND. Seriously? What the hell. A gift from a medical examiner? I just... I don't even know where to start with that. (Assuming it's true.) Wouldn't that be a warning signal if that was something someone wanted? (There are exceptions to this. One of my best friends has her dad's thumb in a jar. Which is totally different considering the circumstances but that's another story for another time.) What kind of medical examiner gives body parts away as gifts? Where did they get the hand? Do people agree to give away body parts upon their death? Does that count for the whole organ donation thing? Because as an organ donor I feel the need to state that upon my death if you aren't going to use my body parts to someone else's medical benefit I DO NOT want you to stick the remaining ones in jars and give them to psychopaths or anyone else for that matter. And while I usually enjoy naming inanimate objects I would rather you didn't name my body parts unless you really feel the need to. Because frankly it weirds me out.

This whole woman has hand in jar named Freddy thing totally reminds me of this substitute teacher we used to have sometimes in high school. I swear to fucking god I am not making this up you guys. This guy was short and bald and always carried around this black suitcase like bag with him. Always. I swear he was always wearing the same thing. A white button down shirt with a tie and khakis. This guy always had this creepy vibe about him. There was something just a little off. So one day he was filling in and a bunch of us were in study hall. One of the guys starts talking to him. Somehow they end up on the subject of what's in the bag. I SHIT YOU NOT the guy pulls out a glass jar WITH A DEAD SNAKE CURLED UP INSIDE IT. THEN HE PULLS OUT ANOTHER ONE WITH A DEAD TURTLE IN IT. A bunch of the guys thought it was like the coolest thing ever (Because they are freaks I tell you! Freaks!) and the rest of us were cringing trying not to FREAK THE HELL OUT. As the guys were looking at them the guy was all like "Oh be careful those are my babies." and then he tells us that he takes them everywhere with him. Everywhere. Which is why he always has that black bag with him. Because it's full of dead animals in formaldehyde that he is very attached to. I used to see him walking down the halls every once in a while. I would always get a little nauseated when I saw that black bag. I swear to god that guy was straight out of the X-Files. Except that the X-Files weren't real. That guy was very real.

I'm going to try to find more information on the hand in jar named Freddy lady.

ETA: I googled. Just when you think it couldn't get weirder it does. Apparently it was a goth stripper who lives in New Jersey who they found because they received a call about a man trying to kill himself with a hammer. Again I am not making this up. Which is good for me. Not so good for ironsgold. Irons be on the lookout. For what I don't know. Well I do but "A goth stripper who keeps calling that hand in the jar she's holding Freddy" makes me think you won't take me seriously. Really Irons. Be careful.

From the article: "Our main concern is finding out where the hand came from." I'm glad they have their priorities straight. I also learned that human skulls can be readily purchased on the internet. Awesome. SERIOUSLY. Where do they get human skulls?! Who sells human skulls on the internet?! How is that legally possible?! I know I really shouldn't be surprised because anything is possible on the internet. But I am. That is crazy. CRAZY. And they make it sound like they have loads of them for all the customers who are scrambling to get their hands on one. And the guy who lives with her? Was all "I think she has a friend who is a medical examiner or something who does autopsies". DUDE if I was living with a chick who had NAMED her SEVERED HAND in a jar I would be damn sure I knew EXACTLY where she got it from. I would have made her give me references and shit. That guy must be FUCKING CRAZY. And it said the cops are there all the time and there was a huge list of reasons. One for holding another exotic dancer there against her will with SWORDS and one for a missing person believed to be there but who was not. OR WERE THEY? FREDDY?! I mean are you fucking kidding me?! Christ!
Current Mood: worriedworried
Current Music: Fiona Apple - A Mistake