Pixel Imperfect

I don't think she was really amused. She was probably peeved. Why couldn't I have just answered her question instead of being snarky? I have had people wonder this before. Well, why couldn't you just Google something? It's really not that hard at all. Let me show you: CLICK HERE. That's so meta it hurts. People get pissed off when you tell them to Google something! I don't quite understand why. In person, I would never do this, of course. But when you take the time leave a comment on Facebook that says "huh?" I just want to smack you. And, generally speaking, if I'm leaving a status/post etc on Facebook, and you have NO IDEA what I'm talking about, it was not meant for you! Ignore it! That's what I do when you start posting about your children's bodily functions.

Amanda Price and Lizzy Bennet. - Is... is Mr. Bingley is looking down Amanda's top? Today is Jane Austen's birthday. And today I discovered Lost In Austen, a mini-series in which a regular British girl somehow accidentally swaps places with Lizzy. Now, I'm all for certain types of fanfiction. Say... the addition of zombies or androids . But not much the addition of Mary Sues, such as Amanda Price. I haven't watched the series, nor do I think I will. If I'm going to spend time watching any mini-series my computer, it's going to be the BBC's Pride and Prejudice with the absolutely lovely Jennifer Ehle. A better Lizzy Bennet I have not seen. "Hear that sound, George? Duh-uh-uh-uh! That's Jane Austen spinning in her grave like a cat in a tumble-dryer." -Amanda Price, Lost in Austen

I'm making a concerted effort lately to show some love to my closet orphans. You know, that quirky-but-cute blazer you thrifted last year, those jeggings that you swore you'd wear, all closet orphans that are just waiting for you to pick them for the first time. As a result, I have been flexing my creative styling muscles lately. I'd really like to start photographing my outfits, but I need a little help in this department. What I have: a camera, a gorillapod , and me. What I don't have: someone else to take photos for me, a good camera. Not even a floor length mirror. I have this cheval mirror* but it doesn't do well for self-photography I'm going to start scouring the bloggys looking for advice from other outfit bloggers who are taking their own photos. I'd also like to find more Style Diaries. I only have three that I follow religiously. What are some other's that I should check out? Leave me some neato outfit bloggers to check out in the comments. M...

Kid Rock is Boycotting iTunes. Why? Because they're business model is outdated and, how do you say.... "retarded." "I don’t steal things," he told the BBC . "I’m rich." As for everyone else, he says, "Download it illegally, I don’t care. I want you to hear my music so I can play live." Warner Music Group’s Atlantic Records [requested] that he publicly denounce file sharing. His response: "Wait a second, you’ve been stealing from the artists for years. Now you want me to stand up for you?" Ouch. ... "iTunes takes the money, the record company takes the money, and they don’t give it to the artists," added the country rock rapper. So, fuck yeah Kid Rock. Also, thanks for playing at the Rally. I'm not going to lie, I'm not a fan of your music, but you're an okay dude. Items in bold are from wired.com . Read that shit.

It's increasingly bizarre to see friends of mine on Facebook, friends from when I was a teenager, looking like they are in their late twenties, early thirties. I say this, barely realizing that I am in my mid twenties. I will be 26 in two months. It is not bad for someone to look their age, of course! But I have a hard time realizing just how close to 30 I actually am. I do not feel 26. I do not think I look 26.... Okay, I just uploaded two photos on to an age guessing website. I guess I'll know soon enough how old the average visitor of that page things I am. Or rather the average age that visitors of that page think I am. I suppose it doesn't help that K-Swiss is 23. And looks 23. I feel closer to 23, but I decided sometime ago that actual numbers do not matter so much. My reasons are kind of in line, but kind of opposite of a forever 29-year-old. They may not look 29, but they feel young! And don't want to admit their real age. I, on the other hand, get ca...

When I looked into the mirror on the back of the door, it was shaking slightly from the door closing. I suddenly felt dizzy and drunk. I looked around the bathroom. The lights began to flicker. I didn't remember drinking. Was the sweet tea on my desk actually Firefly? Was the Crystal Light actually jungle punch? I didn't think so, but if so, it wouldn't be the first time I had gotten drunk unawares. The lights stopped flickering and the water heater started knocking from inside the closet. So, that explains that. I'm not drunk. Maybe a little tired. Maybe a little out of it. I made to pull down my tights. ... This is the part where you leave the bathroom, leave me in peace. Thank you.