Monday, August 29, 2005

The Easter of Subjects

So you might have noticed something different. Well, I'll start off by saying the old theme wasn't really working for me. There was something about it that just...fell flat. I blame it mostly on my lack of Photoshop, since I really did love the concept and the picture is still dear to my heart. It's just that it didn't have that certain energy or edge I at least try and feature in my newer themes. I thought it was pretty blunt, when I started off, that it was meant to be ironic, but so many people just told me it was "so happy", I figured I'd reintroduce it again, after I have the proper tools and time to make it work. Or not. I'll probably just put it off and put it off, then find something else and never get back to it. You know me. Anyway, what this theme lacks in energy, it makes up for in edge, even if Azure has no idea as to wtf I'm on about with it. Believe it or not, the images are from the Centerpiece of the 27th's Globe's Focus. Some article about Christian fundamentalists trying to drive sexism and homophobia into children's minds before they even know what either are. Nothing new. The pictures were fabulous, however, simply because of how innocent they were. All the children are completely innocuous--if children are ever completely innocuous--until you read their labels. Actually, you tend to see the label first, so the 50s-esque images just make the whole thing kinda bizarre. Or not. Maybe I'm just full of myself, as always. : ) Anyhow, as you might have gathered, I like this theme quite a bit and don't see myself changing it for a while. Since it's probably a better idea to return to school at least somewhat prepared/organised, I've taken to trying to clean out my room. You know, flush it of all the useless, accumulated crap I never use or want to look at again. It makes the place feel really heavy and as though nothing could ever get done in there, ever. I know my room has the potential to be clean. I've seen it clean before. It's kind of creepy. (Well, not so much clean, per se, as neat...) I've made substantial progress with my desk. After about an hour of sorting and stacking and shoving crap into cardboard boxes, I still have this to contend with. I'm taking the more permanent route this time, however, and actually removing most of the stuff from my room, not just piling it and sticking it in a drawer, something that almost guarantees it'll be back on the floor within moments. Stuff has a tendency to do that, after all. Almost two months ago, my mother bought season one of 3rd Rock From the Sun on DVD. We watched a few episodes a couple days ago and now I can't stop watching them. This is exactly what happened with That 70's Show. And, I suppose, many other series, only those were via the computer, not expensive DVD box sets, which always makes countless difference. The series is quite funny, though, to its credit, perhaps due to how manic every one is, all the time. I have a bunch of little scabs around my left ankle, because of some particularly obnoxious mosquitos hanging about the cottage, two weeks ago. However, the scabs aren't really as direct a result of the mosquito bites themselves as of my scratching them with the nail of my right big toe. I'm always cutting myself on that nail, even after cutting it. It's, like, the most retarded hazard ever. Seriously. Wtf? After hearing their other CD, I love The Arcade Fire more than ever. Also, go listen to Metric. Now. I demand it.

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