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Accessories/Porn
Jun. 17th, 2009 08:30 amI live down near the St. Lawrence Market, where lots of local craftspeople ply their wares. Recently, I’ve been buying necklace-and-earrings sets from a woman who calls hers tall “the Re-Beadery”, and makes amazing artifacts out of a combination of antique and modern beads. So far I’ve bought one in red, black and white, built around a flat, (mainly) black millefiore glass heart for $20.00, one showcasing a cool green-and-pearl slab of abalone shell spiraled in silver wire for $25.00, and—yesterday—the piece de resistance: A choker strung with eight tiny gold-sheened pink bathroom tiles she’d converted into pendants, with a ninth pure gold-slicked tile in the centre. The backing beads are cream, white with gold cores, and two separate shades of flesh-pink; the whole thing cost me $29.00. Seriously, I have no idea how she keeps herself going, but I’m perfectly happy to reap the rewards.
Re my medical complaints, meanwhile: According to Dr Gora, there are two possibilities, and I don’t like either of them much. Possibility A) is herpes, which would be as a result of “auto-infection” (ie, transfering it somehow from that spot on my lip which flares up every so often when I’m really under stress to my [other] areas), and would change my life forever. Possibility B) is that it might be a side-effect of Naproxen that I just hadn’t noticed up ‘til now—and given that extreme dryness isn’t usually a symptom of herpes, this latter option might actually be the more logical one. So he’s taken a culture, and I’m going off Naproxen for maybe a month; if things change radically, I guess we’ll know it’s time for me to find some other sort of anti-inflammatory. Should be “fun” (and already is, actually).
In other news, last night we watched the Friday the 13th reboot, which blew on almost every level. I’m not going to even try and categorize how/how much/how extensively, because there’d literally be no point. Still, Jared Padalecki was cute as ever in it, and the girl who played his sister (Amanda Righetti?) looks so creepily like him that it made me dream momentarily of a prospective Supernatural episode in which los bros Winchester become girls for a day (Katee Sackhoff for Dean?). It would either be the Best Thing EVAR or a literal jump-the-shark moment, particularly depending on whether sex with other “dudes” got involved. Or other “chicks”. Or sex at all.;) (Angsty posing and gun-porn would also be welcome, perhaps with a side-order of fist-fighting and/or exorcisms performed while drunk.)
So: Back to the Chapter Ten grind, for which I have high hopes. Later: Blocking out prospective Loonie Dreadful multi-parters, and BodyCombat. And So You Think You Can Dance!
Re my medical complaints, meanwhile: According to Dr Gora, there are two possibilities, and I don’t like either of them much. Possibility A) is herpes, which would be as a result of “auto-infection” (ie, transfering it somehow from that spot on my lip which flares up every so often when I’m really under stress to my [other] areas), and would change my life forever. Possibility B) is that it might be a side-effect of Naproxen that I just hadn’t noticed up ‘til now—and given that extreme dryness isn’t usually a symptom of herpes, this latter option might actually be the more logical one. So he’s taken a culture, and I’m going off Naproxen for maybe a month; if things change radically, I guess we’ll know it’s time for me to find some other sort of anti-inflammatory. Should be “fun” (and already is, actually).
In other news, last night we watched the Friday the 13th reboot, which blew on almost every level. I’m not going to even try and categorize how/how much/how extensively, because there’d literally be no point. Still, Jared Padalecki was cute as ever in it, and the girl who played his sister (Amanda Righetti?) looks so creepily like him that it made me dream momentarily of a prospective Supernatural episode in which los bros Winchester become girls for a day (Katee Sackhoff for Dean?). It would either be the Best Thing EVAR or a literal jump-the-shark moment, particularly depending on whether sex with other “dudes” got involved. Or other “chicks”. Or sex at all.;) (Angsty posing and gun-porn would also be welcome, perhaps with a side-order of fist-fighting and/or exorcisms performed while drunk.)
So: Back to the Chapter Ten grind, for which I have high hopes. Later: Blocking out prospective Loonie Dreadful multi-parters, and BodyCombat. And So You Think You Can Dance!
