andrew bird.

the last couple are from dacha. the first couple? well, they aren't.

HELLO READERS! HOW ARE YOU ENJOYING BEING AWARE OF THE TASTE OF YOUR OWN SALIVA WHILE READING THIS COMIC??

monsters lurking outside,
this is no place to hide

    I once

           believed you were my Saviour,

   But now

           you're nothing but a traitor.

 And still

           I wait for your return.

           I get the feeling I have waited my whole lifetime

                                                             in vain.

                                   A lot to lose and nothing

                                                             to gain.

           To gain.

Oh Menomena. So dramatic.

and the leaves are brown and they're falling down and the summer's gone

This is what I've been working on. It is beautiful and coloring things in that way?
Not easy.
Actually, this is fifteen hours worth of work.

This is my last night with internet access for months and months! Here are some pictures to mark the occasion.



I took apart my room


Emptied it, even


Hmm. This must have been before that.


That's Kira's Inga to the left, and my big blue truck to the right.


This is where I am moving! It is pretty amazing and I'll have better pictures as soon as I figure out how I'm going to keep this page updated.

this is my (family's) dog, kukuxumusu.
she's heavy, and, in this picture, just out of the bath.

Such violent dreams lately. Maybe it isn't a good idea to watch Pan's Labyrinth and The Departed and read War and Peace in the same month. Concert tonight? Can I spare the $13? Yes.

Wait! No! I can't. Damn.

But . . . Ratatat. I'll check to see if it is sold out. That's a good first step.

Oh. It is sold out. Okay then. Well shit, now I'm all disappointed. Though I was looking forward to the company more than the show. Well. Since I'm not going to a concert, I can totally afford to go out to dinner tonight! Hurrah!

I'm off to make some phone calls.

Also! I'm not going to get to have my Honda. DAMMIT. I love that car, but Mom thinks that it is a "tin can" and that driving it is suicidal. well. I disagree. Completely. I love that car.

But, I cut the CD player out of it today, so the poor Honda is no longer an option. Taking out the stereo is the final step. Anyone want to buy a real nice parts car? We'll probably sell it for less than $200.

hot chip will break your legs.


all i can say, all i can do

I think that when I tell my brain to make certain dreams, it should listen to me more specifically. And not go around making crazy shit up.

I guess that that is what I get for being lazy all day.

The plan this morning was to get up around nine and meet Selena in the park for some enjoyment of the day, but then we went to a crap party last night and stayed way to late (it's okay though, because I saw two shooting stars while I was biking to the party!!). So this morning I was a bit drained - not because I had a hangover or anything, I didn't even get drunk the party was so crap - and I didn't wake up until eleven.

And then, I didn't leave my room until around five, despite plans to get out and do things this afternoon. Eventually, though, I got dressed and showered and went outside to catch the bus to meet my friends for dinner. Well. Despite standing at a bus stop and waving invitingly at the driver, she did not feel inclined to stop for me. So now I'm going to be even more late getting to dinner, I didn't get to see Selena, and I didn't go to superawesomefest, which is happening now.

Maybe tonight will make up for today?

If not, yesterday can stand in for today. Because I really liked yesterday.

what a wonderful, wonderful day!