Thursday, June 28, 2007

I am going to Injah

(So it wasn't plum after all)

Dear old friend, Mitu, is going to be a married. Marrieds are a strange breed, but thankfully, she won't be one for another year and a half. This was just a teaser--a little engagement party. I think I will go to Injah for the real deal though. Goa, December 2008! Be there or be square!

I must say, it is both strange and exhilerating to hang out with old high school friends. Possum made a freaking baby with her own flesh!!!!!!

Here are photos from the engagement party at the Natural Science Museum by Dallas:

Beautiful colours

The oh-so-happy couple

I lovers my dress It is paired with a pale
coral snakeskin clutch (not seen here)


Possum displays her shots. (She has a freakin' baby boy!!!)

The event was held at a Natural Science Museum/Sanctuary
where the cute little Mr. Tarantula made his home. While he
would be far from "cute" in my bedroom, he's pretty cute out
in the wild, doing his little tarantula thing.

Holy crap! They still make ZIMA! Don't get your hopes up.
It's It's totally not as good, and I was a damned connosieur.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Rewind, Repeat

So seriously--how many times can people have the same exchange of dialogue? Whenever I catch myself engaging in one of these conversations, I want to shoot myself.

Person 1: Hi! How are you?
Person 2: Great, you?
Person 1: Great! The weather is great!
Person 2: Yeah, but I think it's going to rain this weekend.
Person 1: Oh dear. It always rains on the weekend! Ha ha.
Person 2: Ha ha.
OR...
Person 1: Hi, how are you?
Person 2: Great--it's [insert day if its "Hump Day", Thursday, or Friday]. We're almost at the weekend!
Person 1: Ho ho!
Alternatively...
Person 1: Hi, how are you?
Person 2: Well, it's only [insert Monday or Tuesday]. Have a few more days to go before the weekend!
Person 1: Ho ho!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Mobile: In Transit

On the plane. Weather in dfw means sitting on the runway indefinitely. The dude next to me is reading "thank god i had a gun; true stories of self protection". Ah texas.

An Alternative Black

Black: the colour of my heart and fabrics that are as timeless as they are slimming.

But they've started to make for a boring closet. I have numerous "little black dresses"--some not quite so little and others that could use a little more. And while these "little black dresses" are lovely and wonderful and always a stand-by favourite when there is "nothing to wear!", I've lately come to pushing past them in my closet looking for better things to wear.

The altnernative: the little plum dress.

Pony has one, and let me tell you: the right shade of plum does wonders for all skin tones! Being that plum (or purple) is a mix of red and blue, it can play off both the warm and cool. Also, being that plum is neither black or brown, all those black and brown accessories would go nicely. Gosh, what a great colour. It livens up the spirits.

Now I just need to find me a nice "little plum dress" to wear to a wedding this weekend.

I'll be writing from Texas, ya'll.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Cher Horowitz, inspiration for millions

"Clueless" was on tv last night. Best scene ev-ar:

Gunman: Get on the ground!
Cher: Ohhhh nooo... You don't understand, this is an Alaia!
Gunman: A-what-ta?
Cher: It's like a totally important designer.
Gunman: And I will totally shoot you in the head. Get down!

(Unfortunately, this was the only photo I could find of Cher in the red Alaia. Apologies in advance for fat Britney Murphy's ugly mug.)

Azzedine Alaia was not, and has not, been a household name in fashion for quite some time. It has been noted that he pretty much disappeared in the mid-nineties, but he's been back for sometime now designing very discreetly and without any commercialization (ie, shows). Known as the "King of Cling", his stuff is very technical and he does the female form proud!

I definitely missed the Alaia reference watching the movie as an 11 year old.

But like seriously, how great were Cher's ensembles in that movie? I mean like the berets! The berets!!!!! I knew there was a reason I'd been hankering for berets lately... and while hers were a bit on the large side, the point remains: berets are like totally cool and hot... especially on Faye Dunaway who is like totally hotter and cooler with that discerning eye and beret.

Trรจs chic!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Sunbathe

Oh, and I also sketched this thinking of the warm weather. It was then hastily coloured digitally. With the rosy cheeks it rather reminds me of classic Chinese Communist posters.

This gives me an idea for a painting. Hmmm!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Cote du Rhone

"You're awesome, Panda."

"I know it."

The thing with wimminfolk is that you must flatter them. And then get a couple bottles of wine in them. Soon, they'll be looking at you all goggly-eyed and adoringly.

Then, you'll have them hooked, as long as you reject them first. Say you'll call but make 'em sweat.

"But I thought he liked me! He said all those nice things about me," she'll moan to her friends. Her friends will shake their heads and tell her you're an ass, but she won't believe it. Maybe she'll even call. Then the battle is won. The end, the end. She's yours.

Unless of course, she's me. Then you just screwed yourself.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Favourites: I

(Un)American Gothic, 2002, Samsher G.


This is one of my favourite photos of all time even if I do look decidely frumpy. I sure do wish I had a large version that I could make prints with. Our dear friend Sam was exercisin' his photog skillz with my shitty camera.

And no, we didn't go to Tufts. That was our house first year of college named after James H. Tufts.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Mobile: Sir Rat

A rat on the street. Poor, nasty thing. I had a pet rat once. He was white and grey and his name was rat and i suspect he was gay. But all things are lacking the company of women, I suppose. He sure did like to tackle "excrement-head", my roommate's rat. Excrement-head was thusly named due to his affinity for pooping. They died, tragically and without much fanfare. It is hard to love a rat, and we foolishly thought we could.

This could be a metaphor for so many things, but it's not.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Omigosh!

They started blocking facebook.com at work! Oh, I know, I know. Facebook is pretty silly, but come on, it's also a great way to wile away the hours. What the heck--now that we've got nothing to do, they start blocking everything? *Grumbly grumble*



Update: Crisis averted. Apparently they blocked it for only one day. My guess is someone in the IT department must be a facebook junkie.

Lottery

I had this dream where I won some small amount of money--like $30,000 or something. It was more awesome than I'd like to admit. You'd think I had won $50 million or something. Anyway, I woke and was pretty sad.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

When worklife mimics Dilbert...

Work is pretty much a Dilbert cartoon these days. It's an exercise in who can do the least, take the longest lunches, leave the earliest, and still not get fired. Our boss is pretty much like Dilbert's too. That is, completely incompetent. We're just waiting for the takeover to wrap up and for ourselves to get laid off.

This recent strip in particular spoke to me:

Friday, June 01, 2007

Shaky Hands

Shaky hands and no tripod = blurry, nighttime photos. But the skyline shur is purty.

Durrr.

Yes! Friday! Jubilance!