been on a "lovejoy" binge

this lovejoy.

i will sometimes add a "fucking cocksucker" to whatever ian mcshane says while he's perusing antiques.

does ben aaronovitch watch "horrible histories"?

it's possible. i mean, what with that line about the "king of bling".

speaking of ben aaronovitch, i'm almost halfway through book four in the rivers of london series having only started it this morning. all of the books are recommended. go read them!

still in the holding pattern...

...so i thought i'd throw up some pictures from today at low tide.

this beaver has plans.

maybe you can see this hawk? i had never noticed the little guy in the area until today. 

keep on keeping your fingers crossed, please and thanks.

maintaining the status quo

wish some of you were here.

not really here though. like, not the place in the picture. it's gross at low tide. i'd take some of you somewhere nicer.

YOU try coming up with something witty for a subject line when you're this exhausted. yeah, not easy is it?

i am not trying to be koi about the ongoing STRESS SAGA at casa rakkaleff

but i'm still not able to discuss anything publicly. apologies and all that. just know that possibly life changing things are afoot 

and that i will give you details when i can.

honestly though, what the hell is up with foot cookies? this one looks particularly cadaverous. 

HELLO TWEETTWEETTWEETTWEET HONKHONKHONKHONK

i am pretending that i still live in a city. i mean, this ice cream truck song drove me CRAZY when i lived in baltimore but now i kinda' miss it. (not really HELLO!)

s-t-r-e-s-s-s that's the way we spell I'M FREAKED OUT or moon, if you want a reference to the stand, i guess.

oh, you guys. if i could only tell you why everything is so crazy out of whack, i would. but i can't.

well, ok, the cat's been sick (not an euphemism.) which has been most definitely in the "not fun" camp, but she seems to be on the mend.

no, what makes me say YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO MR RELIGIOUS MAN to the ad on my milk

is not something that i can divulge yet. not in public. but, oh hooooo ho, it's big. BIG big. huge. 

yikes.

seriously though. "quaker up"? 

but let's move on from all of this cryptic bullshit and look at the awesome collages that angelica sent me. LOVE THESE

love that the mailman smiles at me when he gives me my mail because he likes the envelopes that arrive at my house. THANK YOU ANGELICA

still not gonna' quaker up though. 

les revenants

i'm going to do all of you a favor and tell you to watch "les revenants/the returned". people with access to channel 4 or 4oD will perhaps already be aware of this show. likewise, anyone who knew about it when it was broadcast in france has already seen it. if, however, you are not lucky enough to be/have been in any of these places, get ready. this show is incredibly creepy (in large part due to mogwai's soundtrack) and massively cinematic.

i'm not even going to give you a synopsis because i don't want to spoil anything. just, dead people return to life in a small french village. BUT IT IS SO MUCH MORE than some lame ass zombie shit. go on, watch it: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

watch it. watch it before it becomes remade and americanized. also, many thanks to the user who uploaded this to youtube.

sorry, we have no imagery here

here's a quickie painting from this morning. i might clean this up and turn it into something at red bubble.

fuck your cronut

ice cream sandwiches are where it's at.

added bonus:  "fuck your cronut" doubles as a lovely insult.

ed note:  ice cream sandwich split with leff. because. 

cock block

you know, when i read about or think about or personally experience cock blocking, i always have this song in my head. with appropriately modified lyrics, naturally.

it has been a long week

i think everything is starting to get to me.

YAY LEFF DOES NOT HAVE CANCER

ha, see, being freaked out about leff having skin cancer was one of the things that i didn't want to discuss in public. HOWEVER now that he has been to the doc and everything checks out, i can totally tell you YAY LEFF DOES NOT HAVE CANCER HERE ARE SOME OWLS to help us celebrate.

have i ever mentioned how crazy shit just goes down when i am in seattle? things so odd that leff is always compelled to say "i have been this way so many times without incident and yet, when you're with me, EVERYTHING WEIRD happens."

what can i say? if you would like to almost have a run in with someone who is (badly) singing screaming a dub song while swinging a tennis racquet in a threatening manner while he wobbles in and out of oncoming traffic, come with me. i'll show you where these freaks live. (actually, they will just find me and scream. it's what they do.) then we can figure out who tooted.

you gotta' zoom on that photo but one of the turnstiles does, indeed, say "who tooted?". apologies for not getting a better photo but there were moss people and tourists galore screeching and lurching near there. and it had already been a long day.

which is why HAHAHA YES SURPRISE ABANDONED SHIP DRILL ON THE FERRY jesus.

here's what happens during an abandoned ship drill should you want deets (hi, pip!). the cap'n comes on his intercom that he normally uses to tell people to stop smoking and announces YO DAWGS ABANDONED SHIP DRILL THERE WILL BE SIRENS AND THE COAST GUARD THIS BOAT'S GONNA' STOP IN THE WATER

and then, yeah, there are sirens that make babies cry. and it's loud and horrible and it's a good thing that i brought headphones because watching moms dance around with their squalling progeny in time to robyn is actually a good time.

this is followed by a request for volunteers (not me, thanks. i just had lunch.) to put on life vests and, um, assemble at designated assembly points. these people will then form a line. a hand goes on the shoulder of the person in front of you. and then, of course, all of them thar people think it's a grand old time and do a sort of conga step. (melody's echo chamber this time though.)

everyone else rushes out to the deck to see the coast guard boats that have pulled up next to the ferry so they can take pictures and put it on instagram. "i went to seattle and all i got was this shitty overexposed snap of a coast guard drill."

this whole thing takes about five minutes. naturally, everyone who has your number will call while it's happening and you will have to explain why you're screaming over sirens. OMG ARE YOU GOING TO DIE

no, it's just a drill but OMG LEFF DOESN'T HAVE CANCER you will scream. I WILL CALL YOU LATER WHEN I... and then you hit the dead spot with the wifi. happens every fucking time.

anyway, to reiterate LEFF DOES NOT HAVE CANCER also I DON'T HAVE TO GO BACK TO SEATTLE UNTIL LATER THIS MONTH i'm not sure which is the better news. HAHA I AM KIDDING OF COURSE IT IS A CANCER FREE LEFF THAT IS THE BEST