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Catt's books

Boneshaker
Dreadnought
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Bloodshot
Clementine
Wings to the Kingdom
Not Flesh Nor Feathers
Hellbent
Fathom
Those Who Went Remain There Still
Dreadful Skin
The Living Dead 2
The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities: Exhibits, Oddities, Images, and Stories from Top Authors and Artists
Bewere the Night
Ganymede
The Inexplicables
Dead Witch Walking
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Every Which Way But Dead
A Fistful of Charms


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Amelia would love this movie. I almost want to get ahold of a copy for her. Almost. I fear the badness, yo. The title alone bespeaks of a horrifying power that cannot be contained.

……….I have no idea what I’m talking about. I’ve had about four hours sleep in the last two days. My brain is weak and weeping.

Which, actually, may explain why The Popcorn Factory’s Outta This Whirl 7-Way Snack Tin looks appealing to me right now. I. What exactly IS chipotle, people, I have never been sure….

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Tom Delonge is a fucking idiot. “OMG, Unforgettable Fire! That was my first U2 album, AND I ESPECIALLY LOVE THESE TWO SONGS THAT AREN’T ON IT AT ALL.” God, just admit you don’t listen to any voice but your own, and you just know the song titles because everyone knows those two songs.

Dude, if I had been that interviewer, the’d have hated me, because I’d have been lecturing them about U2, and pointing out that they are rambling, pretentious jackholes (Tom in particular seems to like sentences that come very close to making sense and then don’t), and that, oh hey — YOU DON’T HAVE TO WRITE POLITICAL SONGS TO SAY SOMETHING. BEING POLITICAL JUST BECAUSE ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE BEING POLITICAL DOESN’T ACTUALLY COUNT AND HAS NO MEANING.

But, y’know, they’re all so caught up in their own worth and their own voice, they’d probably just say, “Yeah, you’re so right. God, I’m glad we’re not like that.”

It would be so nice if someone skullfucked them with a rifle.

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Dude! SPEAKING OF CHEYENNE. Weekly on my TV. Because I don’t have enough underage crushes, apparently.

Season finale of Big Love Sunday, and y’know, I still can’t quite figure out why I watch it. Something tells me I’ll still be wondering when season two rolls around. Assuming that there is a season two.

The living room furniture arrived this afternoon (er…technically yesterday afternoon, now…) and wow, the comfortable. Cushy and nice and you can just feel yourself gearing up for a nap when you’re on it. If my bed is this good when it arrives next week, I will be a happy fucking camper.