Self-Portrait Number 7: Watching Made-For-TV Biopic With Moon and Lime Green Recliner
Twisty + new camera = unprecedented banality.
As old dead John Ruskin said, “Photoshop will only make us shallower in our understanding.”
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But the way your head is so delicately balanced between the buttons on the lounger. And the beautiful triangulation of head-buttons-point of light. And the recliner - it’s not just lime; it’s SubLime.
Where’s picture number 8 where the Jennifer Love Hewitt induced vomit adds a technicolor brillance to the composition in number 7?
OK, that’s not really the moon. It’s my soul making a hasty escape.
I LOVE THIS PICTURE!
Okay, I’ll stop screaming now. What kind of camera is it?
And did you ever get your Holga fixed?
Sorry. I had a bone-headed moment there. I just realized that you’ve been a little, uh, busy lately. Probably haven’t had time to get the Holga seen to.
About the way I looked when watching the tube, looking for something worth watching or at least not offensive.
That is without a doubt the most threatening chin I have ever seen.
Please don’t stay away too long. Stuffed to the gills with Vicodin or not, you’re still one of the sanest and most entertaining writers in the blogosphere.
And your critters are gorgeous.
The Far Side of the Twisty ranch
Bert presents fluffy ball. Twisty’s voice over:
“OK, Bert, I’ve had it! You stop digging holes in the garden. Understand, Bert? You stop digging holes in the garden or else!”
What Bert hears: (Twisty seen from Bert’s eye view)
“blah blah Bert blah blah blah blah blah Bert blah blah John Ruskin blah blah”
There’s nothing as sexy as someone unfraid to look foolish.
And there’s nothing as unsexy as someone determined to appear bored.
Geeks rock. Cool chicks not.
You’re a sexy, geeky fool, Twisty.
Dying to know what the camera is.
Twisty,
I just wish I could cook for you, but without subjecting myself to the heat of Texas.
Lime green, when paired with any shade of blue (but particularly turquoise) is without a doubt the most wonderful color in the universe.
Now I will have to actually go to a furniture store; I had no idea that such things as lime green recliners were available.
I see from your expression you’ve heard about the new Sesame Street character.
That’s a great photo. So is the one of Bert - so you shot him again, huh?
The colors are awesome — including your color. You’re looking a lot healthier than you were a few months ago, funny face, ankle chunk and all. Good to see.
Pardon me, I don’t mean to hijack but I feel the need to Dial A Smarter Feminist. Since the best Blamers hang out here I thought I’d take a chance.
An entity has resurrected my Man Laws thread and I don’t know whether to engage or abort. Advice?
At the risk of offending you, this photograph bears a striking resemblance to the grimaces that a constipated Martin Short might pull after living on cheese, bananas and milkshakes for a week. In addition, the dimpled lime green leather indents would be a shoo-in for alien mammaries!
Oh, that my blighted eye should only come to alight upon this fortress of feminism at such a time when you, Twisty, are taking a much deserved break. Although I content my blame-hungry soul with reading your so thoughtfully sorted archives I await your return to full-force blame capabilities with a tremor in my heart and a decided lack of productivity at work.
What’s up Twisty. Just thought I’d let you know that Johnny Magnet made a rare appearance on my Friday Random Musical Mixup. As a result, I have decided not to fuck with the straight girls. There was only a 1 in 3500 chance, so the fates must be out in force.
It’s banal to say this, but I will anyway: I LOVE that picture. And not just ’cause it has you in it.
Alas, I wasn’t around for your bout of Vicadin-influenced ramblings but I wish I were. If I weren’t such a lazy sod, I’d do some digging but I am and I don’t wanna. Anyhow, I hope you’re healing nicely and staying clear of Bert. I’m sure I’m not alone in anticipating your glorious return.
p.s. It may be about time to think of investing in a hovercraft of some sort. Just a thought…
i’m with Rana up there. Great photo.
i’ve had a similar reaction to that shade of green mixed with current television content.
On behalf of straight ‘girls’ everywhere, we’re not interested. A 1 in 900000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
chance.
It’s the name of one of their songs, Slade. I’ll put it in quotes next time.
Hedonistic-
The answer should be apparent for a person with your name: would you derive any pleasure at all from engaging the entity? If so, engage. If not, ignore.
cheers,
Jezebella
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/us/AP-Peace-Mom.html?_r=2&oref=login&oref=slogin
Hey, Twisty….any of your friends hanging out with Code Pink and Cindy? Austin kicks some rove butt!
Norbiz….great song title. Maybe just caps would do it. Our group’s song…*Remove His Ribs & Find World Peace*
FABulous colors.