I listen to Machine Head.

EVERY TIME I SEE "TUMBLR" I THINK ABOUT LOCKS. I ALSO THINK ABOUT THE WORKS OF JOSS WHEDON MORE OFTEN THAN A PERSON WITH ANY SEMBLANCE OF A LIFE SHOULD. SOMETIMES, WHEN MOTIVATED, I MAKE THINGS. OTHER TIMES, I WAKE UP HOURS BEFORE THINGS ARE DUE AND MAKE THEM WITH ONLY MINUTES AND SECONDS LEFT TO SPARE. ANGEL IS THE MOST INTERESTING CHARACTER EVER PORTRAYED ON TELEVISION. I PLAN ON SPENDING FALL WATCHING "BATTLESTAR GALACTICA" - HOWEVER, PLANS ARE USELESS MORE OFTEN THAN NOT.
We cannot be stopped from looking with pity upon all the world’s sorry inhabitants, they unblessed by our charms, unchallenged by our trials, unscarred and thus weak, gelatinous. A.H.W.O.S.G.

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Make-up art based from original paintings by Roy Lichtenstein

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Make-up art based from original paintings by Roy Lichtenstein

Not everyone has to be literate, there are some great reasons for resisting language, and one of them is love. NBHMTY
The previous post was written almost a year ago, concerning the magical mundane-ness of Friday Night Lights. While I am not sure I wholeheartedly agree with the columnist’s stance (given that I love supernatural pie-makers and teenage vampire slayers and their en-souled lovers)…it raises an excellent point not only about Friday Night Lights, but about how to manage one’s daily routine. That is to say, every moment of the normal, the common, the humdrum day is an inhaling and exhaling, living, breathing entity. Enjoy it while it fleetingly lasts.
With that said, the above image is about all I have seen of the FNL season four premiere, and if that isn’t something I don’t know what is.

The previous post was written almost a year ago, concerning the magical mundane-ness of Friday Night Lights. While I am not sure I wholeheartedly agree with the columnist’s stance (given that I love supernatural pie-makers and teenage vampire slayers and their en-souled lovers)…it raises an excellent point not only about Friday Night Lights, but about how to manage one’s daily routine. That is to say, every moment of the normal, the common, the humdrum day is an inhaling and exhaling, living, breathing entity. Enjoy it while it fleetingly lasts.

With that said, the above image is about all I have seen of the FNL season four premiere, and if that isn’t something I don’t know what is.

I’m bored with secret agents and split personalities and pie makers who can talk to dead people. These days, our TVs are filled with kooky mad scientists and outrageous, scheming billionaires and gun-running motorcycle thugs and flamethrowing superheroes and villainous magazine editors and clairvoyant detectives on every channel, but I couldn’t care less. You know what I like? Ordinary people. I like divorced dads who take their sullen teenagers camping and old couples who tackle their health problems together and small-town principals who give insecure teenage boys pep talks and medical residents who stay up late reading their mothers’ old diaries and injured former quarterbacks who are desperately searching for a way to pay for their kids’ daycare. Ordinary people and their ordinary problems are interesting. The best TV writers in the business know this. Their genuine fascination with regular people allows them to create real connections between viewers and the characters on the screen. Instead of marking time from one plot point to the next, these writers view every scene as an opportunity to dig up colorful little details and funny moments and conflicting emotions that can bring the heart and soul of their characters to life. Salon
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. John Keats, Letters of Note