My friend’s website… in college this girl used to keep a HUGE snake in her apartment and feed it chicks. I’m happy to see she’s developed a more animal-friendly hobby. No, but seriously… fantastic job, Daisy. I especially like the stylized portrait of the spider-like girl, and the horses on the hill. I wish I could post some of the pictures here, but alas, you’re too smart for me with that flashplayer stuff.
Update: I was informed that Daisy did not “feed” the chicks to the seven-foot snake Graham, but rather, just kept them as pets. In Baltimore, anything goes…
I completely related to the girl in this book: grew up in Connecticut, the eldest child and only girl who read too much, critiqued her brothers on grammar, super precocious, oh and I dreamed of running away to the Met.
“She didn’t like discomfort; even picnics were untidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting the icing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving home would not be just running from somewhere but would be running to somewhere. To a large place, a comfortable place, an indoor place, and preferably a beautiful place. And that’s why she decided upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.” (Jezebel)
- wonkette.com (via jessicap)
There’s really nothing more to say.
(via rebloggingrebloggingjulia)
The accuracy is killing me. Someone should really slap Julia Allison and say “yo, yous aint in Kansas anymore, bitch.”
Vampires in Sun Valley?
I get some really bizarre scripts… here’s my synopsis for a TV pilot that came in today:
Sasha Duvein is the king of vampires, which maintain a symbiotic relationship with humans: the vampires cleanse the world of heathens, whores and criminals. Michael, the half-human brother of Sasha, is fed up with how the vampires are pressing the boundaries (i.e. feasting on entire groups of choir boys). Michael and his pure-blood wife Helena flee in a hearse, unbeknownst to their two children, Isabel (17) and Ben (10) who are hidden in coffins. They drive to Sun Valley, where Michael has purchased a derelict house.
There, we learn that Michael is developing a serum to protect vampire flesh from the sun—vampires can only last 10 minutes in direct sunlight. Isabel and Ben test their limits, going out during the day wearing sheets and sunglasses. At night, Isabel takes the serum and sneaks out to a liquor store. She gets a fake ID from the clerk and feasts on his blood. Next, she sneaks into a rave, where she over-indulges in a cocktail of amphetamines. She awakes with Luke, a guitarist, who offers her a ride home. Isabel refuses, but after crossing paths with the police, takes shelter in a diner with Luke. She quips that Luke eats salads just liker her father (foreshadowing that he is half-vampire). Suddenly, it is sunrise. Isabel flees the diner, but is quickly running out of time. Ben confesses to his parents that Isabel snuck out. Michael takes the hearse out to search for his daughter. Luke (completely covered in black) comes to Isabel’s rescue. The pilot ends with Isabel recovering in a blood-filled tub, while Luke sits down to dinner with his father—a pure-blood vampire.
Unfortunately, it’s too much like TV show “The Riches”. In fact, even the family dynamic is similar to “The Riches”—with a father trying to hold everything together, a beautiful lustful wife struggling with her own issues, a rebellious teenage daughter looking for love, and an adolescent son exploring his gender identity. The only real difference is that instead of running from a cultish trailer community, the Duveins are running from an evil vampire community. The premise, though not original, could make for an interesting television show. After all, now that Buffy is over, there is a very large void to fill for vampire-lovers.
Oh well, just another day at the office… what was your day like?
-Bart Simpsons
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