preservation of Oppenheimer

(originally published March 21, 2011.)



His eyes look so haunted.

preservation of Noel

(originally published March 21, 2011.)



True.

(seen later in comments, from) anyerfillag:

Moral of the story: never try to take on Noel Fielding when it comes to making things weird.

preservation of stitches

(originally published on March 21, 2011.)

(originally seen on) ladylunarra:



(via yoylaluna, murmurs):

^&^

There are days where I resonate deeply with this as a self-image.

(This is "Disfigurine" by Justin Novak.)

preservation of the untouchable femme

(originally published March 21, 2011.)

originally seen on (maymay)

"I do want to turn power roles on their heads but, perhaps unexpectedly enough, I don’t believe that the outward performance of female sexual dominance will have much effect in that regard. Perhaps the only reason that I do not merely reiterate the idea of a female supremacist state governed by spike-heeled, latex-clad, Wanda von Dunajew clones is that I’m not primarily dominant, and therefore couldn’t be Queen of such a state. But more than that, I think even such a proposal, while it seems to be the most radically opposite thing possible from anti-sex feminism, is in fact propagating the exact same problematic anti-sex and anti-femininity ideas as those it seeks to oppose. While I greatly admire and at times practice female sexual dominance, in terms of sexual politics I think it is far less useful for female empowerment than it would appear to be, sort of in the way that the SAT answer choice that seems totally obvious and easy is usually wrong.

"This is because intractably submissive men are actually often the biggest misogynists around: their worship of dominant women is the only way they can indulge deviant sexual desires while keeping their virgin/whore complexes intact. The dominant woman and the puritan virgin are in fact quite similar. They are both impenetrable fortresses of untouchable femininity; the woman-as-what-you-can’t-ever-have. The danger of actuality, of real possession, of the sex act and what follows in all its sticky complexities—which we never resolve because it’s no part of the stories of pursuit and courtship on which men and women alike are raised; stories that end with a fade-to-black on the way to the bedroom—is conveniently never reached, and the man can remain in a safe, comfortable state of unfulfilled torment."
~ (via Kinky Sex for Social Justice « Femalearrogance’s Blog (post not found at this point)

^&^

I'm not entirely sure I agree with this, but I didn’t feel I could just 'heart' it and move on...It's a challenging statement, and one that I do not entirely agree with, but I can’t say that in my dominant days I didn’t meet men who enshrined me utterly--until it looked like they could have me. Then they tried either the cage or the rebuff, or both, which never worked.

So there are definite points to ponder here.

preservation of Haunted Hill

(originally published on March 20, 2011.)



House on Haunted Hill (1959)

I own both versions on DVD, and additionally, the original House on Haunted Hill on VHS. If we ever upgrade to Blu-Ray--or whatever comes next--I'll likely try to upgrade this too. One of my favorite films.

"She's so amusing..."

preservation of Baby

(originally published on March 20, 2011.)



(originally seen on) nunnoyobizznizz:

He couldn’t see her pout, but he dearly hoped it still graced her lips when the time-out was over.

(Titled "Nobody puts Baby in the corner" by S-U-B-L-I-M-E on deviantArt.)

preservation of Greta

(originally published on March 20, 2011.)



(originally seen on) latinamericana:

"There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them."
~Greta Garbo
My mother always says this.

^&^

This is not entirely true. If you find that person who sees you truly, who looks at you unflinchingly and accepts everything that you are, bright and dark, shimmering and shadowed...To that person, you can tell all these things, and not lose yourself or lessen who you are.

preservation of vintage fashion

(originally published March 20, 2011.)



(originally seen on) hoodoothatvoodoo:

"Elgin National Watch Co. participation-hostesses", from the New York Public Library

^&^ *plots a clockface skirt*

preservation of melancholy

(originally published on March 20, 2011.)



It’s not that funny, actually. And it keeps happening.

preservation of pearls

(originally published on March 20, 2011.)


(originally seen on) defamatory:

Oh god, those pearls...

^&^ This is an exercise in trust absolute. Depending how these pearls are strung, it may take some small force, or just a twitch at the wrong time to snap their cord, spilling them in a pale glimmering, clinking wave down skin to floor.

So this is about being tied, yes, being bound, absolutely; but it is also about trusting, and soothing, and the promise of the binding more than the actual binding; persuasion, not force. One twitch, one wrong flex...beads bouncing down. So she must keep still, she must keep calm, and that can be a far deeper binding...

preservation of angels

(originally published on March 19, 2011.)



The photographer mjranum had this to say beneath this image:

Sometimes stumble, get up, move forward, ignore the skinned knees and keep walking again. Momentum and heart a substitute for tattered wings. I fly with my feet. (June 2010)

The title of the piece? "Falling Angel". I’m deeply impressed.

preservation of Cecil

(originally published March 19, 2011.)

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
~Cecil Beaton (via hoodoothatvoodoo

preservation of ee

(originally published on March 18, 2011.)

"to be nobody but yourself--in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else--means to fight that hardest battle which any human can fight, and never stop fighting."
~ee cummings

preservation of peaceful bondage

(originally published March 18, 2011.)



(originally seen on) defamatory:

^&^

I love bondage shots where there’s absolutely no hint of strain. She is where she wants to be, there is no doubt. And beautifully ornamented by the shibari work.

(Possibly Miss Coffin Jane? But Google in inconclusive.)

preservation of Shirley

(originally published March 18, 2011.)



(originally seen on) frmbhndthchr:

Shirley MaClaine teasing us with her ( Happy St. Patrick’s Day ) green

^&^ It absolutely mystifies me that she retains that (projectable!) sense of innocence while showing that curve of green lace.

preservation of soon

(originally published on March 18, 2011.)



I...I can't not reblog this. It's so baffling.

preservation of Ireland

(originally published on March 17, 2011.)



Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!

A happy Feast of Pádraig to you all.

Of note: Nothing that the United States celebrates, barring perhaps potatoes, on this day is historically accurate at all. And, considering most families fled to the United States during the potato famine, even potatoes as a traditional dish would be viewed with both yearning and loathing--that desire for the life they once had, coupled with carried-over fears from an Gorta Mór, or the "Great Hunger".

What is important in the American celebrations, however, is something most of us have long since forgotten. A great many Irish settlers settled in and around New England and the east coast, and did their best to adapt to the ways there.

One of the traditions adopted in the 'new home' was that of the New England boiled dinner. Now, why this is relevant is also interesting: it was widely known, also, as one of many 'poor man's suppers': a cheap cut of meat, pickled with spices to preserve it longer, boiled to tenderize it, with whatever root vegetables one had on hand from the fields or from barter. It made its own broth, and with the addition of those root vegetables and later, cabbage, became something reasonably healthful that would sustain hard-working men and women in scratching out a meager existence in the US.

When we celebrate the Feast of Pádraig, we aren’t celebrating traditional Irish food in the least. Even in our household, we mix things up, and serve colcannon, traditionally a harvest dish, for the Feast. But what we are celebrating, perhaps, is more important, with our corned beef brisket and our boiled potatoes. We celebrate Irish tenacity. We celebrate the struggle to live, and remember, and retain that connection to home, even when home is inconceivably far away. We celebrate the spirit of survival for any people, all people, Irish or not.

Defeat may humble us, the rule of kings may crush us, the planet itself may revolt against us...but we survive. And we remember. On this day, if no other, that is the true spirit of the celebration.

May your feasting table groan with bounty, may your ale flow unceasingly, may you lift your hearts and voices in songs of old remembrance. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

preservation of Caillaud

(originally published March 16, 2011.)



(originally seen on) drakecaperton:

Nude by Caillaud

preservation of adornment

(originally published March 13, 2011.)



Has anyone ever tried to reproduce one of these outfits? It would pretty much be loops of ribbon and beadwork down the legs, highly ornate loincloth, thin silk short-sleeve crop-top that would show every inhalation, and--as is visible here--every difference in arousal...

And bangles. Bangles, jewels, gems, earrings, necklaces. Practically dripping from her dancing form.

Yeah. That would be kind of fun, seeing how that looked on a person.

preservation of language

(originally published March 12, 2011.)

LOL → LQL

Laughing Out Loud? Psh.

Laughing Quite Loudly.



Brilliant!

Not only that, but it changes the standard dismissive refrain from "Good gods, another lolperson" to "Oh, they must be Welsh."

preservation of anxiety

(originally published March 12, 2011.)



My biggest flaw, my biggest fault, it's one I understand, and still struggle to stop doing--I hide. From myself, from everyone else, but even from those who know me and love me, I hide. When there is no reason to hide, I hide. And I don't know how to stop.

It is the most difficult thing, ever, to allow my face to accurately reflect what I feel. It's such a challenge at this point that half the time, I'm not even sure what my face is reflecting.

preservation of winter

(originally published March 12, 2011.)



I do not have a skeleton key tree. I live in an apartment. But at one point, I had a small place by a narrow river where I would pile things…small polished rocks, dice, spare dominos, rusted belt-driven metal saw teeth from the lumber mill.

Never knew why. Just did. And then we moved.

preservation of violence

(originally published March 13, 2011.)



If this is your idea of violent, my everyday life would give you grey hairs.

preservation of Anais

(originally published March 12, 2011.)

"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."
~Anais Nin (via blacksunblacks0n

preservation of ink

(originally published March 11, 2011.)

"There's a common misconception that blue-ink signatures can't be faked. I've had at least one judge tell me that she knew the note in the court file was the original because it was signed in blue ink. This isn't true, of course--blue ink signatures can be faked, too--but this common misconception among judges and defense lawyers alike makes the blue ink signature the holy grail of frauds. Those forgers who know how to fake blue-ink notes know that they will withstand all but the most clever of challengers. In this case, however, they got busted.

"My client, a former paralegal, happened to be a fountain pen collector. For signing legal documents, she had a particular pen that she always used: an Oriental Red, Expert II Waterman pen, which she always kept loaded with blue Waterman ink. But when she got to the closing, the notary refused to let her use that blue-ink pen to sign the documents. Black ink only, he told her, it photocopies better. She was, to put it mildly, pretty upset. That’s exactly why she wanted to use blue ink, so she could tell the photocopies from the originals. But the notary refused to notarize anything but a black-ink signature and she relented.

"So imagine her surprise when she saw the bank’s "original note" was in blue ink. Imagine the bank's surprise when they learned the notary had insisted on black ink--after they went to the trouble of creating a so-called original with a blue-ink signature they must have duplicated from a high-quality scan. Faced with the prospect of proof, at trial, that their "original" was a fake, they opted instead to drop the case. Victory!"
~ How this $83 fountain pen helped save a family home from foreclosure — The Florida Foreclosure Fraud Weblog (via ordinal)

preservation of Ziegfield

(originally published March 9, 2011.)



I’m not sure what terrible sea creature is wrapped around her, but they appear to be on good terms.

(She really is unknown--the only record on the photograph is that she was French, and a backup Ziegfield dancer.)

preservation of Craven

(originally published on March 9, 2011.)

"It's like boot camp for the psyche. In real life, human beings are packaged in the flimsiest of packages, threatened by real and sometimes horrifying dangers, events like Columbine. But the narrative form puts these fears into a manageable series of events. It gives us a way of thinking rationally about our fears."
~Wes Craven on horror films, and horror in general

preservation of Elizabeth

originally published March 9, 2011.)



(originally seen on) retrogasm:

Elizabeth Montgovery

^&^

I will not lie, Bewitched influenced me, growing up. To this day I still use Samantha’s trademark "Wellll..." when things don’t go exactly as planned.

But this is so far from little Samantha with her sweater sets and her perky blonde hair. Even in babydoll form, this is hot.

preservation of fear

(originally published March 9, 2011.)



When you have that hovering behind you...what on earth could make you that afraid of what you're seeing?

(Possibly from Ghosts and Other Unpleasantries by C.S. Sahu?)

preservation of steak

(originally published on March 2, 2011.)

(originally seen on) trueav:

Medium well.

(originally seen on) momointensely:

Well done.

(originally seen on) iammarsz:

Well done.

The fuck? Blue rare doesn’t even look cooked.

(originally seen on) athousandyearsbetween:

Well done always. Ew who wants a bloody steak.

(originally seen on) just-a-shot-away:

I like mine medium. Anything less than that and it makes me want to throw up…a pink steak is good; a red, bloody steak is just gross to me.

(originally seen on) vergeofbliss:

Rare. Always.

(originally seen on) xntrek:

idrvfast:

Agreed, Trey.

Done any more than rare is ruined steak.

Anything in column one. Column two is ruined meat.

(originally seen on) redjeep:

I just wave mine over a lighter then eat it...

(originally seen on) tweten:

Knock of the Horns

^&^

I still remember vividly going to an Outback restaurant once, and ordering a rare steak. The server was concerned–she wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing. "They cook steaks Australian style, you know." I nodded. "I know," I said. She shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

When my steak arrived, it wobbled on the plate, trembling as if in fear. I cut into it and it nearly whimpered, bleeding onto the fork. It was perfect. When the server came back, I effusively praised the cooks in the kitchen, and when she went back, one of them ducked out, saw our table, grinned like a maniac and gave me both thumbs up. I waved back, grinning just as wide, and mopped up the blood on the plate with a remaining bit of roll.

‘Blue rare’ is very nearly still alive. Best steak I have ever, ever had.

preservation of Cee-Lo

(originally published on March , 2011.)



Oh, Cee-Lo...never, never change.

That man loooooves feathers.

preservation of Osome

(originally published March 2, 2011.)



(originally seen on) natitud:

Azusa Tukamoto as Osome, Matsuo Kabuki

by Hiroshi Watanabe, 2003

^&^

Different cultures eroticize different things. Sometimes we get that, sometimes we don’t. I know I would feel especially vulnerable and shivery if the nape of my neck was exposed like this. Any casual touch, any single fingertip stroking down the back of my neck, and I’d just shake. This? Is practically pornographic to an understanding eye.

preservation of parenthood

(originally published February 27, 2011.)



(originally published on) maymay:

"My entire life, I’ve been told to hate Planned Parenthood. But I just made an appointment because my mom and I can’t talk about 'down there.'"

(via We Need To Support Planned Parenthood | Charlie Glickman)

^&^

No question. And be fair, people--"Planned Parenthood" isn’t "Abortions 24/7 with leather strippers and free STDs"! It’s just that--planned parenthood. And isn’t that what the fundamentalists say they want? For teens to wait until they have job security (which is a laugh), and a supportive family (in some cases, also a laugh), and a firmly married spouse who won’t stray (the good ones are out there) before having kids? Why, then, do they want to cut funding? This will just make promiscuity, teenage pregnancy, and general teen cluelessness WORSE.

preservation of coffee

(originally published February 24, 2011.)



(originally seen on:) illgresi:

The specials menu at the cafe in my dorm.

^&^

Ooh, I wonder if I can talk the local coffee place into making me a Doctor Donna? WANT!

DOCTOR DONNA: Pumpkin mocha, whipped cream, cinnamon, nutmeg
BAD WOLF: Apple, pistachio and cheesecake steamer
EXTERMINATE: Latte with Ginger Spice, Brown sugar, Cinnamon
THE T.A.R.D.I.S.: Amaretto & Blueberry in white hot chocolate
Sonic Screwdriver: Sunkist float with melon
RAXACORICOFALLAPATORIUS: Italian cream soda, with lime and huckleberry, whipped cream and sprinkles
Weeping Angel: Vanilla blended Chai latte

preservation of old film

(originally published February 21, 2011.)

(originally seen on:) oldhollywood:



Matthew Betz and May McAvoy in The Terror (1928, dir. Roy Del Ruth), the first sound horror film.

"Black, shrouded death hovers over the picture while the audience shudders and shivers! Flickering lights, ghostly shadows, strange murders, knives flashing in dark places, shrieks & screams, guns blazing out of the darkness, dead bodies falling, appalling situations, a treasure hunt sheeted with deadly angers - and throughout, spine chilling touches of human comedy."

-excerpted from The Terror’s promotional campaign materials

preservation of Plath

(originally posted February 12, 2011.)

(originally posted on) i12bent:



Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath, Boston, 1958 - James F. Coyne/Blackstar

(originally posted on) entregulistanybostan:

Last Words - Sylvia Plath

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already—the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit!
My mirror is clouding over —-
A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all.
The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.
I do not trust the spirit. It escapes like steam
In dreams, through mouth-hole or eye-hole. I can’t stop it.
One day it won’t come back. Things aren’t like that.
They stay, their little particular lusters
Warmed by much handling. They almost purr.
When the soles of my feet grow cold,
The blue eye of my turquoise will comfort me.
Let me have my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
They will roll me up in bandages, they will store my heart
Under my feet in a neat parcel.
I shall hardly know myself. It will be dark,
And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar.

-The Collected Poems, October 21, 1961

preservation of Carlin

(originally published February 1, 2011.)



I tend to agree. I can be brutally monochromatic in my thinking. Something’s either wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, or worthless, evil, depressing and wrong. I don’t have a lot of maybe on the landscape.

preservation of loneliness

(originally published on January 9, 2011.)

"Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way."
~Janet Fitch, White Oleander

preservation of Bacall

(originally published on January 10, 2011.)

(originally seen on) brittadictarnold:



“While we’re looking at people, let’s look at Betty. She and Bogie seemed to have the most enormous opinion of each other’s charms, and when they fought it was with the utter confidence of two cats locked deliciously in the same cage.”
~Katharine Hepburn on Lauren Bacall, The Making of the African Queen or How I went to Africa with Bogart, Bacall, and Huston and almost lost my mind

preservation of Vincent

(originally published January 12, 2011.)

(originally seen on) in-nazi-occupied-france:



POWER COUPLE.

^&^

No doubt. Not only that, but I adore the look on Price’s face. That’s just perfect.

preservation of Lili

(originally published January 13, 2011.)

(originally posted by) vintagegal:



Burlesque dancer Lili St. Cyr 1950’s

^&^

Lili St. Cyr, famous in two very different directions for the same thing. Being a burlesque dancer, she needed a way both to shape her form attractively, and to get out of the thing that shaped it, relatively easily. But in the 1950s, support undergarments were just that–-supporting, rigid, entirely unflattering constructions that she couldn’t strip in or remove with any degree of grace.

Frustrated by the lack of options, finally, she decided to make her own. And that turned into the Lili St. Cyr corset, a supporting, attractive shaping garment that could be removed via a series of hooks down the front, or hooks down the back. Et voila, she made a minor fortune selling to other burlesque artists, and eventually, to the public at large.

Fast forward to London, where a man named Richard O'Brien was writing the end of his 70’s-era play on modern morality, drugs, epic fifties sf, and gender-bending horror. He tossed in a throwaway line to the burlesque queen–-"God bless Lili St. Cyr"–-into the end song, as his private little homage to the development of modern lingerie as they knew it then.

Fast forward a little bit past that, to the early 80’s, where a horror hostess named Elvira searched in vain for a means to hold her in an extremely low-cut gown night after night hosting her show, which featured a trademark couch, her patented blend of sensual looks and sarcastic quips, and several near-misses whenever she’d shift position. Finally, she tracked down an old Lili St. Cyr corset, and located the number for the last remaining plant. They had just closed–but she struck a deal with them to sell her every single size of every single remaining corset in stock. Turned out to be about forty in all, and as each one wore out, she’d have the next one sized up or down, and go about her work.

One burlesque dancer ties in to the most famous work of cult cinema and the Horror Hostess herself–-all because she couldn’t find a corset that fit right. Go Lili!

preservation of robots

Japan makes partially melted, disturbingly soft robots for companions. England makes disembodied heads that are nearly instantly ruled unacceptable for children under 18 to interact with as teaching devices. Belgium makes huggable, cloth-covered, Alf-like elephant bots as companions.

There’s a lesson here...

preservation of ennui

(originally published January 13, 2011.)

[F]: What are you up to?

me: Dying of ennui

me: Limped around twice, sat back down, sewed some, took more Vicodin, contemplating another run on the main keys, but in the meantime, downloaded and installed QAvimator to prevent me from said run

me: I want my brain back, I want an end to break-through pain, I want my leg healed already, and I’m basically just complaining here in meaningless fashion

me: lights fire to the world

me: puts it out because that’s overkill

me: So how's your night going?

preservation of Joss

(originally published January 14, 2011.)

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the road less traveled by and they CANCELED MY FRICKIN’ SHOW. I totally shoulda took the road that had all those people on it. Damn."
~Joss Whedon

preservation of Rainier

(originally published January 17, 2011.)

"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."
~Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Go To The Limits Of Your Longing”

preservation of Inuit

(originally published January 28, 2011.)

"I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, 'If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?' 'No,' said the priest, 'Not if you did not know.' 'Then why,' asked the Eskimo, 'did you tell me?'"
~Annie Dillard

preservation of anatomy

(originally published November 23, 2010.)



From Koen Hauser's Modische Atlas der Anatomie.

preservation of Christianity

(originally published November 24, 2010.)



Before anyone thinks I’m slamming Christianity here, my religion features the world being licked into existence by a giant space cow, so I have no room to bitch.

preservation of Amanda

(originally published November 26, 2010.)



Going through old burndiscs for the couple dead drives, found this–originally taken from Kyle Cassidy’s LJ account, but easily one of my top ten favorite Amanda Palmer pictures.

He said of this shot that this was one of the few right-place-right-time pics: he’d been in the area shooting something else, and had dismissed the shoot due to rain. And Amanda walked into the alley. He snapped a pic, and this was it. Perfection.

http://www.kylecassidy.com/

preservation of Warren

(originally published November 24, 2010.)



From Warren Ellis’ blog.

preservation of Clive

(originally published November 26, 2010.)


(Shuna Sassi, from the 1988 film Nightbreed, played by Christine McCorkindale.)

"It is great good health to believe as the Hindus do that there are 33 million gods and goddesses in the world. It is great good health to want to understand one s dreams. It is great good health to desire the ambiguous and paradoxical. It is sickness of the profoundest kind to believe that there is one reality. There is sickness in any piece of work or any piece of art seriously attempting to suggest that the idea that there is more than one reality is somehow redundant."
~Clive Barker

preservation of Abramovic

(originally published November 28, 2010.)



darksilenceinsuburbia: The Lips of Thomas (Performance), 1976 by Marina Abramovic [originally a link, site is now down].

There is no longer any video documentation (if there ever was) of the Lips of Thomas performance. From the site linked, however:

I slowly eat 1 kilo of honey with a silver spoon.

I slowly drink 1 liter of red wine out of a crystal glass.

I break the glass with my right hand.

I cut a five pointed star on my stomach with a razor blade.

I violently whip myself until I no longer feel any pain.

I lay down on a cross made of ice blocks.

The heat of a suspended space heater pointed at my stomach causes the cut star to bleed.

The rest of my body begins to freeze.

I remain on the ice cross for 30 minutes until the audience interrupts the piece by removing the ice blocks from underneath.

In total, the original performance (at the Galerie Krinzinger in Innsbruck, in 1973) lasted two hours. She restaged it, along with work from other performance artists, in 2005 at the Guggenheim in New York, part of her performance piece Seven Easy Pieces.

preservation of Buffy

(originally posted November 30, 2010.)



Over on Twitter, there’s a fat-vs-thin-vs-everyone mini-debate. Here’s my last on the topic:

In the first episode of season four of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, “The Freshman”, the bad guy for the week (Sunday, played by Katherine Towne) was asked a telling question by one of her plump minions (played by Evie Peck).

“Does this sweater make me look fat?”

“No, that sweater makes you look purple. The fact that you’re fat makes you look fat.”

We stood up and CHEERED in the living room. Hands down, best quote on the whole issue EVER.

preservation files

So, before this begins, I want to say this isn't the best alternative, but, I'm running against a deadline. December 17th, 2018, Tumblr starts blocking and/or deleting all adult/NSFW content. I don't want to be there when they do. I don't want to keep my account once they go full-on PG. I want nothing more to do with them.

Hence...this. Best pro-tem solution I could find. It's not ideal. But I won't stay with a company that hates the fact that I exist on their platform.

I'm going to use ^&^ to separate my comments from everything above them. Just as an FYI.