Chicago: Totally hands-free!!!

Wait, that does make it a "when in Rome" situation, never mind.

omg apple sambuca cake YUM

tea with milk is one of my favorite afternoon diversions/rewards

i do not get it today, however, because i am not done grading these quizzes.

I used to have a strong, strong aversion to hot drinks (and liquids in general, thus my partial aversion to soup), but when I'm working an office job I like them. But for walking around or waiting tables I get way overheated. I almost never get hot coffee from Starbucks.

I did not know that tea w/ milk was considered unusual/foreign until a few years ago -- that is the only way to drink it at my house. Milk and sugar, both. Without milk it seems insubstantial to me, SUSPICIOUSLY like flavored water. Somehow the milk makes it a whole other creature to my mouth!

I think I meant to say that I didn't start adding milk just because I was in England. But I did start drinking tea just because I was in England.

Oh Jaymc, so much to answer for.

?

Oh wait, was that a Smiths reference?

I was making an England joke!
("Suffer Little Children")
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said : "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :

"Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh ...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

http://www.didtheydie.com/morgue/images/myra_hindley.jpg

good lord that woman is scary

Yikes!

Sort of Morrissey's version of Sufjan's "John Wayne Gacy."

http://website.lineone.net/~tymaloney/myra.jpg

songs about kiddie killers? ok. fashion about kiddie killers? not ok jesus

http://www.fritzgross.de/schauspiel/delaney/delaney2.JPG

Shelagh Delaney is on the cover of a Smith records, maybe Louder Than Bombs.

I write like a lolcat when I change my mind about a sentence halfway through typing it.

i found that while GIS-ing Myra Hindley

also the "GF in a Coma" single, with that exact picture, actually.

Inspired by the macabre mystery surrounding JonBenet Ramsey and the notorious English murderess Myra Hindley, Patrik Rzepski applies bruising and burial treatments to his spring 04 collection, mimicking the unsightly appearance of unearthed victims. The neo-gothic sensibility of the 20-year-old designer—who's been likened to a still wet-behind-the-ears Alexander McQueen—is a refreshing trip to dark side, far from the cloyingly rose-colored view of other young upstarts. A noble attempt to restore lost innocence? "Yes," he says, "but in the end they still end up six feet under."
no one else thinks this is gross?

I think it's retardedly up its own ass, which isn't quite the same as gross, but....

shrug.

Around the same time that young Shelagh Delaney wrote her first play, Francoise Sagan wrote Bonjour Tristesse.

http://www.eldigoras.com/eom03/2004/2/33/33Bonjour02.jpg

There's a thread on ILM about finding record covers with a photograph of the musician, which is too easy and common a game than literature with the author on the cover, such as Shelagh D.

http://www.queermusicheritage.us/DEC2004/McKuenVHS.jpg

A VHS cassette, but still...

OK last one, and then I'm working for bit.

http://www.leonardcohenfiles.com/selected-poems.jpg

L Ron Hubbard is wearing an interesting suit on this cover
http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n4/n21816.jpg

Except I pretty much only read The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter because I was intrigued by the cover on this edition of it:

http://www.booksamillion.com/bam/covers/0/67/942/474/0679424741.jpg

Amanda, where was that from?

I think its own banality works against it as a fashion "statement" -- death and decay aren't shocking, they aren't about lost innocence anymore than the National Enquirer is, and showing "bruised" models bothers me in so many ways I can't even start. But at the same time...who cares? Not I, said the cat.

xpost I'm guessing new editions of classics don't count, though.

I dunno. I guess I don't care either, except for the bruising-as-beauty thing really sent me into fits of revulsion. That's just not cool.

You have to hand it to L. Ron Hubbard, he came up with some zingy titles.

He is one renegade Earthman.

How come the spacebabe doesn't have a spacesuit?

Because that is her native atmosphere, but Earthman needs a special suit in order to breathe her space air?

Alas, their love is doomed.

I had things to say about Carson McCullers, and I said them on the Defend October thread. I feel like an ass.

Or domed, either way.

MAKES PERFECT SENSE

That's how the spaceapes can survive too, I suppose.

Even though he is renegade Earthman, he still needs special gear to breathe space air.

he can breathe their air just fine, but he cannot get used to the smell of the space apes. Really rank stuff.

He's wearing waders.

the real question: what's he gonna do with that giant syringe?

Blast the shit out of some motherfucking aliens!

keep a giant turkey moist inside while cooking

toby got really obsessed with good tea last year, we brought over like 2 grocery bags of tea when we moved. and he's listening to the twenty 20 cricket online every day at the moment.

just to reinforce stereotypes, you know.

I had to google twenty20 cricket. It's a game. I thought it was maybe a band, like matchbox 20, only there's twice as many matchboxes, and inside each one is a cricket. My mind works in discursive ways.

it's like supershort cricket, i think. like instead of playing for 3 or 5 days, they play for several hours. it's apparently more exciting, and more like baseball... i still don't really understand cricket, though!

I find fetishizing dead, beaten, and murdered women's bodies and portraying them as sexy to be way not okay and beyond disturbing. I care because every few years some dipshit photographer or fashion designer (or TV show, I am looking at you America's Next Top Model) decides that depicting murdered women would be super edgy! And hip! And then we have to have this fucking conversation about how glamorizing violence against women is unacceptable all fucking over again.

It makes me tired, all this having to repeat myself over and over again.

Ms. Sunshine Happypants strikes again!

I love you though, Jenny. Does that make it a little better?