January 09, 2006
Conversations with myself
Yes, you. What the hell are you doing?
Um, I'm sitting in the study listening to Iron and Wine.
Wait, I thought you didn't like Iron and Wine.
Shutupshutup. Cinder and Smoke is a really pretty song.
Okay, okay. What were you supposed to be doing today?
Um... buying textbooks?
I don't see you doing that. What else?
I don't see you doing that either.
What time is it now?
Um... almost 2.
What time did Gottsi open?
You've spent the last two hours sitting around your house twiddling your thumbs to put off going there because having a needle stuck in your lip is going to hurt for fifteen seconds?
Well, I also blogged about movies. That took up a half hour or so.
Posted by dianna at January 9, 2006 01:57 PM
Yey, more holes in Dianna!
i like my diannas hole-y.
Oh my god! Michele! Adam's leg is in here!
I was going to say that a lot of the stuff in the "wtf" gallery is actually really cool, and it wasn't just because of Adam's leg. I mean, Look! Or this! It's fun and unusual. I enjoy it.
Interesting. The writer of the comments is a girl, in fact. A tattooed girl, with an ASCII heart wrist tattoo (which I can't type out here because Movable Type thinks it's HTML) and chest swallows. This clearly gives her the perfect position from which to bash everyone else's tattoos for being either overly conventional or overly hipstery. And to call every single girl in the galleries either ugly or a skank.
I don't think I like her much.
these bastards! how dare they impugn my brother's tattoo! i punch them all in the face collectively!
admittedly, i think the band-aid tattoo is kind of stupid too. and the eyeball! creepy. but sibling solidarity calls forth my punch-reflex all the same.
i like the gingerbread guy too. wacky.
The carrot toe, I think, is particularly sweet. For once I mean that in the conventional sense and not in the "totally sweet dude!!!" sense. Tiny carrot! Toe! So small and orange!
Good job with the sibling defense there. I approve. He'll thank you for it someday.
OMG. i read some of her blog. she's 20 years old and in school to become a nurse. a nurse.
Hey! My cousin's in school to become a nurse! There's nothing inherently wrong with that!
no. nurses are good. nurses are nice. i was just surprised that she was going to be a nurse. maybe she can get more candid photos of people's tattoos and then mock them.
I hope she's not planning on mocking her patients too. "What is that, a pulmonary embolism? Lame. Why would anyone want a pulmonary embolism?"
my brother's lovely response to the news: "I don't really care. People are welcome to their own opinion, even stupid slutty nurses."
the man has class.
I know, the Mr. T in the art gallery is textbook hipster nonsense and she didnÂt understand at all.
My favorites so far are the cereal characters guy and the picture of Angelina JolieÂs kid. That one, I have to agree, is a little wacky.
The one you like, Dianna, that you link to next to the fiery gingerbread man was done, IÂm pretty sure, by my guy, or at least one of the guys in the store. I remember it from the portfolios. Small world.
and speaking of small world, solidarity with adamÂs tattoo. It donÂt make any sense, but IÂve always liked it.
someone tattooed angelina jolie's kind onto themselves? WTF?
Wow. This thread is a riot. And the fact that your brother's tattoo is on there, Michele, makes it all that much more hilarious.
I agree that a lot of her comments just show that she's ill-informed, but it still makes for humorous reading. The whole idea of criticizing someone else's tattoo without first gaining insight into why they have what they have reeks of self-importance and ignorance.
Unless, of course, you're just looking for a laugh. In which case, criticizing tattoos is pleasantly scented with self-importance and ignorance.
I`m totally cool with criticizing something you`re ignorant about on a personal level, as long as you`re not ignorant on a general level. But sheÂs still my best friend for introducing me to the Jolie kid on skin. He`s looks like a cooler Gerber baby.
I like Pac-Man. It's my kind of game. I'm not sure I like it to the point where I'd cover my ass with it, though.
Still, if I were that one guy who got the absolute highest score possible in Pac-Man, I'd probably do that sort of thing. But then, that guy had to have devoted an appreciable percentage of his waking life to Pac-Man. Since so much of his life has been dominated by the game, I could see the appeal of inscribing that devotion into his skin.