"But she was naked! And all… articulate!"
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds, married man.
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
This is the first night of SyFys Defiance/Firefly/Twin Peaks triple decker. I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this.
People doing the Monster Challenge always interpret ‘True Monster’ as something really deep and meaningful, but i think I might just draw some fucking nightmare fuel, yknow?
I work with a big happy gent who today greeted me with ‘I didnt kill him, he was already dead.’ I was able to respond with ‘Top layer, if anybody wants to say a few words.’. Free tea and a Big Friendly Whovian are all i need in the world.
Every time i think the word ‘triffid’, i get stuck on Science Fiction Double Feature. Like a stuck record. Im going mad
The Joy Zone
She Rented Her Body To Any Man — Any Woman —
I am not really sure what is going on here. The painting and the cover are clearly both by Maguire, and both are based on the set of reference photos, and Heritage Auctions is selling them as a set, but the painting is clearly not the same as the image on the cover. Even if the hair and the sheet had been retouched for the cover (which is the kind of thing that happened) the whole pose of the body is slightly different, and the head is looking a different way.
I suspect this is an early draft that was rejected by the publisher, or simply a different scene painted from the same set of reference photos. Either way, a lovely set.
A flexible rapier made during the 19th century in Toledo, Spain.
I’d wear it as a crown and slit the throat of any man who tried to touch me.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art