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Incidents, thoughts, likes, dislikes, things, and stuff.

Moving

New blog is here: http://pixelise.tumblr.com

I am going to follow all of you there. I hope you’ll do the same! I really had to start keeping up a design blog, and this one … well, it’s a bit silly, isn’t it?

Thanks!

I’ve always been one of Tracy Bonham’s biggest fans, and tonight I just re-purchased Tracy Bonham’s second album, Down Here, and I almost forgot how absolutely brilliant it is, and how much fun “Thumbelina” is to sing in the shower! “HmmMmmMmm … Set your wildebeest free!”

So I searched her on YouTube to see what she’s been up to lately and found this little gem where she preforms “The Thong Song” and talks about recording a violin sample for the original song with Sisqo (if you’re a Bonham fan then you know she’s an amazing violinist!), copyright issues, and the 7 Note Rule. She does dis hip-hop, which is lame (especially since Sisqo doesn’t really qualify) but it’s still hilarious and made me fall in love with her all over again!

P.S. Sorry for not posting in a million years. I’ve been busy being lazy.

I love this so very, very, very much!

THE FUCKING FLAMING LIPS are coming to the Fillmore!!! AHGRINSKJEHBFCY$UDINX! I can’t afford tickets right now because I’m saving up for some really important things, and the seats kind of suck for the price. *sobs* Guess I’ll stay home and listen to their stuff all night while being all pathetic.

I’m becoming more like Liz Lemon each day … which actually makes me feel the opposite of sad!

I’m becoming more like Liz Lemon each day … which actually makes me feel the opposite of sad!

(Photo and artwork do not belong to me)

  1. Go to class and work.
  2. Come home and tidy up.
  3. Wash my hair.
  4. Cook dinner.
  5. *Draw, or even just trace something to color in. Work with the pen tablet.
  6. Listen to This American Life and do some homework, or keep drawing/practicing.
  7. Read at least one chapter of “Ignore Everybody: And 39 Other Keys to Creativity” by Hugh MacLeod.
  8. Go to bed at a reasonable hour.
ladyscouts: The “Sometimes Just Being a Woman is Really Hard” Badge (Ed. Note: This badge is a break from our normal schedule of jokes, jokes, and more dumb jokes. It’s a serious response to the extremely troubling political and social climate, to a world that is becoming more and more hostile to women everywhere. Next time, there will be a badge about tampons or roller derby, but today we’re all pretty focused on this.) I am having some trouble being a lady right now. With the crazy bills in South Dakota (and many other states, South Dakota is by no means a fluke), a bill put forth to redefine the meaning of rape, the news that The Pentagon ignores the complaints of rape victims, the heartbreaking story of Lara Logan’s attack (and the alarming number of female journalists who are sexually assaulted), the fact that only six percent of rapists will see the inside of a jail cell while 25 percent of women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime, and just the general business of getting through life and work when people occasionally see you as an unequal based solely on your gender has my lady soul feeling just a little bit crushed right now.  Normally events like the ones we’re witnessing in Congress only serve to reignite my passion in working for women. I feel a need to protect the rights and privileges my foremothers fought and died to give me. I feel the responsibility to ensure that my (hypothetical) daughters are privy to the same rights afforded to me. Normally I speak at rallies and let comments by counter-protesters that I “gave up my right to privacy when I let a man ‘enter’ me” just roll off my back. Normally I don’t let the opposition see that they are getting to me.  But lately I’ve started to feel something I hate admitting to: I feel vulnerable. And how can you feel anything but vulnerable when we are witnessing a war on women so bad it’s unlike anything our generation has ever seen. People sent to protect and serve our best interests, our Congressmen, are engaged in a planned and strategic attack on our rights that is so dirty I cringe at the very thought.  And so I feel vulnerable. And I start to think about all the ways in which I protect myself each and every day. I protect myself from getting pregnant. I protect myself by carrying pepper spray and never walking in bad neighborhoods alone at night. I protect myself by being cautious about telling people where I live. I protect myself by working for women’s rights. As a lady, you always have to find some way to protect yourself, because, frankly, you are always under attack.  This isn’t meant to sound defeatist — by no means am I going to lay my armor down. I wouldn’t trade being a woman for anything in the world. If only because quality female friendships make up for all of the other shz we have to deal with each and every day. If only because there is a shared understanding of what it takes to be a woman and a legacy of womanhood that we need to keep alive. No, despite all of the crap we deal with based solely on our reproductive organs, I wouldn’t give up being a lady. So, Lady Scouts, I know this is a break from the normal banter (I’ll write a badge about killing spiders soon, I promise), but I want to award you with a badge for being a lady. And dealing with the things a lady has to deal with. Because sometimes that’s the hardest task of all.  (Submitted by Joy Engel)

ladyscouts:

The “Sometimes Just Being a Woman is Really Hard” Badge

(Ed. Note: This badge is a break from our normal schedule of jokes, jokes, and more dumb jokes. It’s a serious response to the extremely troubling political and social climate, to a world that is becoming more and more hostile to women everywhere. Next time, there will be a badge about tampons or roller derby, but today we’re all pretty focused on this.)

I am having some trouble being a lady right now.

With the crazy bills in South Dakota (and many other states, South Dakota is by no means a fluke), a bill put forth to redefine the meaning of rape, the news that The Pentagon ignores the complaints of rape victims, the heartbreaking story of Lara Logan’s attack (and the alarming number of female journalists who are sexually assaulted), the fact that only six percent of rapists will see the inside of a jail cell while 25 percent of women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime, and just the general business of getting through life and work when people occasionally see you as an unequal based solely on your gender has my lady soul feeling just a little bit crushed right now. 

Normally events like the ones we’re witnessing in Congress only serve to reignite my passion in working for women. I feel a need to protect the rights and privileges my foremothers fought and died to give me. I feel the responsibility to ensure that my (hypothetical) daughters are privy to the same rights afforded to me. Normally I speak at rallies and let comments by counter-protesters that I “gave up my right to privacy when I let a man ‘enter’ me” just roll off my back. Normally I don’t let the opposition see that they are getting to me. 

But lately I’ve started to feel something I hate admitting to: I feel vulnerable.

And how can you feel anything but vulnerable when we are witnessing a war on women so bad it’s unlike anything our generation has ever seen. People sent to protect and serve our best interests, our Congressmen, are engaged in a planned and strategic attack on our rights that is so dirty I cringe at the very thought. 

And so I feel vulnerable. And I start to think about all the ways in which I protect myself each and every day. I protect myself from getting pregnant. I protect myself by carrying pepper spray and never walking in bad neighborhoods alone at night. I protect myself by being cautious about telling people where I live. I protect myself by working for women’s rights. As a lady, you always have to find some way to protect yourself, because, frankly, you are always under attack. 

This isn’t meant to sound defeatist — by no means am I going to lay my armor down. I wouldn’t trade being a woman for anything in the world. If only because quality female friendships make up for all of the other shz we have to deal with each and every day. If only because there is a shared understanding of what it takes to be a woman and a legacy of womanhood that we need to keep alive. No, despite all of the crap we deal with based solely on our reproductive organs, I wouldn’t give up being a lady.

So, Lady Scouts, I know this is a break from the normal banter (I’ll write a badge about killing spiders soon, I promise), but I want to award you with a badge for being a lady. And dealing with the things a lady has to deal with. Because sometimes that’s the hardest task of all. 

(Submitted by Joy Engel)

(via ladysnarksalot)

The “Sometimes Boys Are Mean” Mix: Track 01: “Thank You Mama” - The Dixie Cups

This song will make you feel better if you are getting through a break up or are having boy trouble. Also good for a Mama’s Day Mix, so I shall tag it with that as well.

Tights with Shorts?

Should I do it? I might do it…

Before I try something that may seem a bit unorthodox in the world of fashion, I google it. Some blogs and other important, official fashion people (at least that how they sounded) said it was ok, as long as it’s done properly. Others called it a fashion faux pas.

But when I think about my new love of and interest in fashion, it came about when I realized that you don’t have to have a certain body type, or a certain kind of beauty, and that there wasn’t necessarily a set of rules to follow. There may be some basic things to keep in mind so that you don’t walk out the door looking like a complete asshat, but, for the most part, I find fashion is a lot more fun and interesting when people do what they want.

So I’ll try it. In front of my bedroom mirror. If I look like an idiot I can always just take them off and never do it again.