kjpepper: (geeky love)
today's Questionable Content )

I would just like to mention that this is the reason why I try really hard not to talk about [livejournal.com profile] cell23 too much. THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS.

You may thank me now.
kjpepper: (kickass (kung fu panda))
I don't use this icon enough, and since I watched the beginning of Kung Fu Panda with Charlie this evening, it seemed appropriate.

I am back in NYC after a lovely strawberry saturated day and a half at the Stronghold/House of Harmony. Forcing myself to get off my arse and out of the door was the best thing ever - Remind me to never again go more than 24 hours straight without leaving the house. It's bad for me. Even if I just go somewhere else with the laptop and sit and do what I do, at least it's enough of a change to shake me out of my own headnoise, you know? Plus how else would I discover that iCarly actually makes me giggle? (I know. I am ashamed.)

I must take a moment to quote the relevant part of [livejournal.com profile] nounsandverbs' recent description of the house and family, because it's a pretty good summary of where I spent my weekend and with whom. :)

...my FAVORITE thing to show out-of-town guests is my own house. We have it all: 5 acres, rolling hills, a pond, an archery range, and a mountain in the backyard. We also have kids, cats, a dog, and a house full of geeks who almost definitely share whatever fandom or weird interest you have. (Have a collection of stuffed Smurfs from 1983? We've got that. Like to throw them up in the air and bullseye them with an 8-inch hunting knife? We've got that too.)

We have the best food, best hospitality, and warmest companionship I know of. This family is what I most love to show off.

Yeah, that about covers it.

Anyway, my weekend, in bullet points:

  • strawberry saturated was not a figure of speech. This happened to be the birthday weekend of Gwendolyn, the second youngest Bestermortonmonster, and strawberry was the weekend's theme. That meant me bringing up a Junior's strawberry cheesecake (I seem to always bring sweets with me when I come up these days...) for dessert last night, there was berry picking early this morning, which, I, alas, missed due to not getting to bed until five something o'clock, strawberries and whipped creme for dessert, and tomorrow Gwennie will have a strawberry themed birthday party. They picked a cubic crapton of berries, btw... It's funny, strawberries and raspberries were never something I liked until fairly recently - I always say that I like berry flavored things but not the berries themselves. This I'm finding more and more to not be true - I will actually quite happily eat strawberries until I get sick now. And yay, they are in season!

  • <don_lafontaine>In a house.... comprised entirely of geeks and children...</don_lafontaine> serious nerdage of some sort is bound to happen. [livejournal.com profile] gryphon_m got the new iphone yesterday, and it was quite with the shiny and the ooh and the ahh, but more important, he introduced me to the Koi Pond and the Lightsaber apps, which makes my little sith heart go squee. Plus the lightsaber app turned out to be the gift that kept on giving, as all four of the kids took turns borrowing my iPod and assassinating each other via virtual lightsaber. Yes, I let a two and a half year old, a seven year old, a nine year old and an an eleven year old flail wildly with my Preciousssss. It was hilarious (except when they fought over it), deal.

  • The entire Stronghold is alive with fireflies at night. Multiple moments were had in the past 36 hours of me standing in the middle of the pitch black driveway, watching the entire place twinkle.

  • Mayhem will ensue if you consent to let two overexcited little girls play dress up with you. Just saying. Part of today ended with me with a scarf woven through my dreads, wearing one of Celia's skirts as a neck ruff and a couple of blankets as a dress. There is photographic evidence of this; I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] purpura will post it at some point.

  • Speaking of which, I just went through my camera. There were several nice pics of the girls horsing around on it.

    pink and purple )

    *sigh* I need to shop around for picture hosting. I don't like either Facebook, LJ or Twitpic, and I'm not exactly nuts about Flickr either. There's always, I suppose, the interface I built for the Order of Anami and refined for [livejournal.com profile] bluewindkitsune's web site, but I haven't built something into it that would allow me to toss up things in bulk. I suppose there's also Picasa. What do y'all use?

    ETA: That and DEAR GODS I want a new lens. I'm getting really annoyed with the one that came with the Hatemonger. Much of the times my close ups ain't close enough (especially when I'm outside) and my wides ain't wide enough either. Grrr, mad with the frustrated. Especially since I really don't have $600 to drop on a new one.

  • Celia actually helped me develop a story idea while I was camped out on the couch. I'm going to see if I can get that underway while I'm in MA. There was also a rather scintillating conversation about the woes of orthodontics.

  • Cap'n Jack = cutest kitten EVAR. Seriously, I'm now rather regretting not taking one of Serenity's little fluffballs.

In back home news:
  • I am thinking this trip to MA will be the swan song of the purple backpack. I'd been really attached to it, since LLBean doesn't make this backpack in purple anymore (and I'm sorry, what they call "lilac" does NOT cut it), but the zipper on the front pocket's been busted for the past four years (*shakes fist at person who broke it*) and frankly I'm never going to send it in for repair, who am I kidding. Plus this afternoon I'd discovered that a bottle of top coat leaked all over the extreme front pocket, so basically right now I'm like fuck it, time for a new one. Waffling between the super deluxe size and the Turbo transit size. *sigh* just one more thing... why does everything and its mama need replacing this year when I'm about the least able to deal with it? god. I suppose that's how it usually works out, FML.

  • speaking of FML, lightning bugs apparently weren't the only insects afoot outside. *itchscritchscratch*

  • There is definitely something in The House triggering my allergies. I was totally fine until I got back; twenty minutes later achoo achoo itchy itchy *rub rub rub* damn it *zyrtec*. More reason to get out of here, I suppose.

  • I came home to find the third Sano Ichiro novel on my bed waiting for me. I ordered it two months ago because the library didn't have it. I had since given up and moved on with the series; I'm now on book five. FAIL, lol, but that's book rate for you, slow as uphill flowing molasses. That said I'll read it anyway just for the sake of completeness.

Tomorrow (today?) shopping, brunch for Dad, workout, work, packing, packing, oh god packing, trying not to let my squee burst out of my chest a la Alien... Trying to decide, considering I am currently wired on Dunks, whether I should try to sleep now or if I should try to use my caffeine-fueled awake and do something productive. hmm, decisions...
kjpepper: (seriously? (Barnabus))

yeah, I got nothing.


May. 31st, 2009 11:43 am
kjpepper: (HA HA HA dead)
Click to size up.

I did not need to die that hard this early on a Sunday.
kjpepper: (Joel McHale)
Because the the old click picture was five inches of dreads ago, and I was starting to hate my previous default picture... plus... I don't know, how weird is it that when I have a hard day I cheer myself up by taking my own picture?

Also, I'm amused that the icon I'm talking about isn't the icon for this post. You'll see the other one enough. Trust me. Besides Joel McHale needs the Soupy Friday lovin'.

as an aside, goddamn, I've got way to many everything accounts. I recently decided that I wanted all my default icons/profile pics to match. (I get OCD about the weirdest things I swear...) which means I have to change the picture in like 17 places:


....yeah.sometimes I'm astounded by my own silliness.

bedtime now I think.
kjpepper: (Tenna (laughing))



I've decided I have a girl crush on Lily Allen. She seems like she'd be fun to go on a pub crawl with. Also curse her for "Who'd Have Known," that song made me cry today. Goddamn hyperemo spike of doom.

I'm going to have to go hunting through the house with some bleach, carpet deoderizer and some febreze tomorrow - I keep having this faint Chat Pipi #5 scent waft past my nose and then disappear in random places in the house. Ugh.
kjpepper: (paint the town red)

American photographer Thomas Allen constructs witty and clever dioramas using figures cut from the covers of old pulp paperbacks. Using salacious pulp art drawing’s of the ’40s and ’50s that covered books such as ” I Married a Dead Man” and ” Marihuana Girl’, Allen constructs one set of pictures up close while obscuring another, and in the process creates a different context. Each piece is given a brand new storyline, though never quite strays from their cheeky origins.

you can see the rest here.
kjpepper: (moonbeam (lazy))
kjpepper: (grown and sexy)
Running off in another minute to attend Sportsball2009 with the rest of the fam. Should be fun. And by fun I mean eek.

Alls I got to say is that nothing says "Sis, I love you" like putting on three inch heels, enough hairpins to pick up Z100 in my back molars and foundation. FOUNDATION I TELL YOU. *grumbles a bit about how she needs to buy a form fitting tux at some point and avoid this mess*

I'm off. Here's hoping I don't sprain an ankle and collapse into the waiting arms of a strapping young skyscraper basketball player. On second thought....

nah, I kid, I kid.

Behave yourself, internet. Or not. ;)
kjpepper: (click)
It's kind of neat, how your perception of things are affected by whether they are moving towards you or away from you. Train whistles. Planets. Car horns. I don't know. I think the Doppler effect can be applied to moments in time, too. They definitely have a different sound/color/feeling when they're moving towards you than when they've already passed.

...yeah, I know that was random. Not as random as you may think really - I was thinking about things in my past that I remember what they sounded like as they were approaching and happening and sometimes what they sounded like when they were passing by. A little bit like that let down feeling in your gut after you've had an amazing birthday/holiday/whatever, and now it's over. Some stuff is so long ago that I don't even hear them receding anymore.

Most of the above was triggered by going through my picture directory last night. I'm a bit of a digital pack rat, so a good chunk of these files have made their way nomad-like from computer to computer over the past thirteen or so years, pretty much as long as I'd been making or taking digital pictures. It was a bit like getting avalanched on by my past. So many memories. So many people that are now no longer in my life. So many people that are still around but have changed drastically over time. Pictures of me I barely recognize. All pictures of me where I don't have a thick ribbon of scar from navel to crotch look damn weird now. I just cleared the picture in the icon off my profiles on various sites because it was taken a year, four months, twenty five pounds and five inches of dreads ago. I look different. I am different. I need a new camera icon, lol.

Most are just snapshots of people, places and events. Some people have asked me to take over the years. I find it rather astounding exactly how many people over the past decade or so have trusted me to make something beautiful with a camera and themselves in various states of undress. 90% of them are gone - moved on, fallen out with me, whatever, and yet their images remain like fingerprints or ghosts on my drive to be found later on and marveled over. Insert obligatory cracks about running for office, cause I know y'all are thinking it.

It's funny... going through I was aware of what wasn't there. Pics that had gotten lost along the way. Pictures that people asked me to take at one time and I never got around to it. People I'd actually asked to photograph and for one reason or another was turned down, but I would still kill for the opportunity. I still have the folder of old Hollywood portraits that I was going to base some stage pictures of the amoeba off of. Yeah.

I remember a long time ago having an actual photograph in my hand that had caused me a crapton of grief from other people. I had been angry about the problems it had caused, and was strongly considering tearing it to shreds. My best friend at the time convinced me not to because it meant something to me and later on I'd be glad I had it. She'd been right of course. (Still have the photo in question, even though it's in storage.) She continues to be right, even as I look at all these faces (and in some cases, not the faces) of people that are no longer traveling through the fog of time with me.

"And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture."
--Sy Parrish, One Hour Photo

Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago...

--The Kinks, "Picture Book"

In other news, long busy day today. I'd best get it started.

ETA: and as everything comes full circle, I just got a comment from elsewhere on LJ complimenting me on my default icon. *chuckle* I'm constantly yelling at people to accept their own hotness, and yet I have no idea how to take a compliment paid to me... lol.
kjpepper: (new york)
msg-14211-13589.jpgI'm pretty sure Google weather lies. It's telling me it's 77 degrees F in NYC right now. Now granted it is warm and beautiful out, but I'd give it maybe 69, 70.

Anyway. I went for a walk today. A rather long walk. I actually walked almost all the way across Brooklyn. I ran a couple of errands in the neighborhood, got breakfast at Sybil's (a tennis roll with cheese and a slice of the most excellent lemon pound cake evar), walked through the park to the library, where I returned Shinju and checked out the next one in the Sano Ichiro series (Bundori). From there I farted around the Brooklyn Farmer's Market for a while, then walked down Flatbush Ave to Atlantic Ave, and then down Atlantic to Court Street and the Transit Museum.

Dear gods, I love this place. The entire museum is underground in a disused subway mezzanine and station at Court and Schermerhorn Streets. It's pretty small - you can see the whole thing in about half an hour - and cheap to get in ($5.00). The real prize of it is down on the station level where both tracks house old subway cars. The tracks are live, as these trains are occasionally let out for walkies fan trips, though I didn't see any scheduled yet for this year. Still... even just sitting still, the old cars are fascinating.

msg-14211-13585.jpg msg-14211-13607.jpg

Next time totally bringing the Hatemonger. I don't think my phone camera really did the spooky lighting of the cars any justice.

It's also apparently the 175th anniversary of the Long Island Railroad:


I also now have a Q train mousepad. My utter nerditude, let me show you it.

msg-14211-13628.jpgAfter coming back upstairs to Court street, I chilled out for a bit in the cafe section of Barnes and Noble, sucking down a gigantic coffee and working a bit on both Nevershire and the Four Brothers story. I really need to tuck my ass away and write more. I also apparently need to learn how to play poker. (oh... [livejournal.com profile] htl_1126, the word I was looking for earlier was either jaźwiec or borsuk.) I also went to Trader Joe's, which is in the old South Brooklyn Savings Bank Building... makes for an interesting juxtaposition of form vs. function, especially when you add Kool and the Gang singing Jungle Boogie over the PA system. (Course, I was a little startled to hear Ladytron in Barnes and Noble, so what do I know.)

Not sure what I'm going to do with the remainder of my Saturday. Some work, some room cleaning, DDR if I feel up to it later, and definitely some reading. I'm currently plowing through Expendable and have to finish The Long Goodbye and The Scar before next weekend so I can return both of them to their respective owners. We'll see. Off I bounce again...
kjpepper: (Prepare to die)
yoinked from [livejournal.com profile] masteradept:

kjpepper: (phonepost)
Liz and Barb from State Street Fruit Store

Well, that brightened up my Thursday right quick. :)
kjpepper: (rip things in half!)
by way of [livejournal.com profile] htl_1126:

kjpepper: (aeris)
Meanwhile, during the packing...

cut for dolls and large pictures )

[x-posted to [livejournal.com profile] ag_over_18]
kjpepper: (grown and sexy)
First, GUH.

*fap fap fap*

Second, nearly scared myself shitless as I had about a moment or two of thinking I had lost the Preciousssss. Believe me, there would have been full blown superdeformed rage if I hadn't located it.

Third, it is Sunday and that means several things. a) Breakfast and Avatar with [livejournal.com profile] captainlove, peppered (literally) with delicious homemade pasta/sauce (and enough taken home to make a couple of lunches this week) b) a break from the Lent restrictions. I'm kind of already paying for the food ones - after a week of eating more or less right, the digestive tract is all "EXCUSE ME WTF R U DOIN" about the coffee and sweets I've pounded today. Ugh. Yeah, will not be doing this next week, lol. Really the moral of the story is, the shit stuff is never as good as your addicted little mind makes it out to be, and you always ALWAYS regret it. With the exception of cadbury eggs. Those are still mana from heaven. And possibly NOS. But yeah, with the exception of [livejournal.com profile] captainlove's sauce, pretty much everything I ate today made me kinda ill. That and my hand kinda hurts ans I tripped on the porch earlier and scraped up my hand. gah.

Also I can really be okay with only checking Facebook once a week. At least until Easter. I'm kinda whatever about the Internet in general these days.

Fourth, lots of heavy thinking today... really it's been a heavy think week. While I'm glad to say that some of the smoke from basically my life collapsing in on itself is finally clearing.... I don't know where I was going with that. I recognize the next few weeks are going to quite frankly blow, but I'm weirdly okay about that now. So... my old life is ending, but I have some idea of what I want to do/accomplish in the next phase of it, how not to fuck it up in the same ways, and what sort of shit is toxic to me. I often complain that knowledge and strength are rather poor compensation for everything in one's world going fucko bazoo, but I do have to admit when you've rebuilt something else, they are good things to have. This week has been full of shakabuku-giving kicks to the head... most people usually hate those, but I often welcome them, even when they hurt. I don't know, I'm weird like that.

Fifth, reopening the call for help getting my shit into storage. Ideal is only open until 6:45 during the week, so trying to do anything after/during the workday might be a bit much to manage, but even if you can help me make one trip, it will be appreciated. Also, I WILL be taking my road test before I leave damn it cause I want my damn Catbus. Especially since [livejournal.com profile] captainlove promised he would look it over for me once I got it. Any help practicing teh driving would be fabulous.

Anyway, off to make a few lists, finish Pandemonium and get something productive done. And tweeze these splinters out of my hand. Ow.

ETA: oh yeah, eggs. Adopt one today!Adopt one today!
kjpepper: (dot dot dot)

Presenting Brief Jerky. Yes, those are underpants. made out of beef jerky. And Bedazzled.

This by the way, is the ultra feminine version. There's one for guys too.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] twolumps_feed for warping my fragile little mind this morning.

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