Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Oh man remember these
Behold.
Four straight, unedited minutes of what I do nightly.
This isn't really a production so much as an actual slice of me dicking around obviously?
Who cares also you should probably put some music on because I sure as hell had headphones on under all that Russia.
Man my face looks fat as fuck I promise I'm not actually a fat faced asshole. It's the hair I swear.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Here Have This Mint We Cleaned Your Room
Guys. Guys I'm way too anime to drive right now. Somebody has to make sure I get home and don't turn into a magical girl. If I start using "kun" and "chan" and "pyon" and shit at the end of my words please just turn me onto the recovery position and check in on me every half hour or so but whatever you do don't play any music.
Especially not you, Towa Tei. God damn it this song sounds exactly like the slightly-jarring english language song at the credit roll of every anime ever ever ever.
Maybe there'd be like, a chibi version of the cast dancing past the scrolling names on the bottom. With abstract, tiled two or three frames of animated objects in the background bouncing along.
I can't stop listening to it.
Edit - I don't know where to put this but I think everyone should have to watch this.