Two other things:
1.  I'm watching Frankenweenie by Tim Burton and weeping because I am a) sentimental and b) insane.  Dogggg. :(

2.  I think I've got a, er, crush on the Chronophage.  I mean, it's more than that because I'm an affront to rationality, science, the king and country; but every time I see it, my heart skips a beat and I get all... funny.  And then I want to commit violences against people who have their photo taken in front of it because, well, I don't... well, how's it going to look?  You've got this photo of you, grinning like a fool, standing in front of this clock, right, this mechanical clock topped with a metal cicada in perpetual possession of time and space devouring the seconds as they tick by, counting our way into destruction at the end of days?  MAYBE I TAKE THESE THINGS TOO SERIOUSLY.  THIS IS SOMETHING I HAVE CONSIDERED, BUT THEN I HAVE ALSO CONSIDERED LEAVING IT OFERINGS.

I want to find a pattern for some skinny jeans.  And then I will make some that are perfect.  Yes.  Yes, I will.  Fuck you, Topshop!  I'm going to be famous.  Um.