good girls don’t watch roller derby

Tonight I let myself out of the house to go to the Roller Derby. It’s a tradition in my little world, and has been for the last year or so. When we got there, the line was epic, and we got within 3 metres of the door before they declared the rink full to capacity. That’s never happened. Never, never. Curses to you, Drew Barrymore!! Curses to you, bandwagon jumpers! I say we should all get priority entry according to how many bouts we’ve already been to.

Gonna go all jammer on yo’ asses.

uh oh. again.

You know what? Today is my cop out day. As opposed to the days when I posted a picture with little text, or the days when I forgot.

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you’ll never recognise yourself on heartattack & vine

King Lear quote of the day:
“O, let me kiss that hand!”
“Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.”

Continuing the experimental ‘odd own projects about Tom Waits’ series.

Inspired by an interesting Halloween decoration project here.

two-highs by famous folk

I’m going to continue my Blogtoberfest tradition of posting a picture with editorial content remarkable only for its brevity, because I’m tired. So very tired.

This is for me, and for Kiri, the only circus person I know of who looks at this blog.

It’s Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant doing acrobalance. Look, she looks as uncomfortable as I do while flying.

celebrity crushes

Henry Wagon. Will you be my friend?

a great idea

Tonight, instead of doing my homework,

I drank Pimm’s

and watched movies on the couch.

404 error pages you can enjoy

Check out this round up of 404 error pages that would actually bring joy to your critical internet error.

ooo.

Hey! Will you look at that? I forgot to post. TWICE.

i will always remember to forget about you

Today I’m going to do something wild, and post something I actually created. I know, right? On a craft blog. Wild. Just a sketch.

It’s Tom Waits, in a tree. Obviously. Drawn in chinagraph pencil.

short and wide pride

So I’m full of cursing, because I just looked at Jeff Soto’s blog – apparently both he and Tara McPherson were at Outre Gallery in the city doing a signing today. While I meandered around and did my washing at the laundromat. Curses! Curses!!

Anyway, my actual intention for this post was to share a great column by the very awesome Myf Warhurst (as seen below) about whether or not her girth matters (answer: no). Go on. Go read it.