It rained all night, leaving the air outside smelling fresh and delightful (like Febreeze without the chafing and the burning). If they could bottle the intoxicating green smell of Australia, I’d bathe in it.
It’s the little things in life that make me happy; like watching the flowers I planted last Sunday grow. I get really excited for this sort of thing.
Really excited.
Probably TOO excited.
Because my first batch responded so well, I decided to try my hand at some sage, sweet mini peppers (squee!), a philodendron and an ivy cutting I yoinked from campus. I really just want a puppy.
In completely unrelated news, Viagra will turn you into a “sex monster”, a delightfully spicy article from Bitch, a beautifully argued post from Neuroanthropology (part one & part two) and just for you Mark, give Palin a break? TeH interwebs = yummy.
There is nothing sexier then a man who knows his way around a kitchen.
Speaking of yum, I tore through Hannibal Rising (shut up) last Friday afternoon after spending hours reading journal articles at the library. It served its purpose as a quick, mindless read but got me thinking again about the appeal of Hannibal Lecter.
I’ll admit it. I had a huge crush on the fictional Lecter in high school (what does that say about me?
Wait, don’t answer that) and I even composed an original piece about him for the forensics team of which I was a member. Ahhhh, young love.
Well, maybe there's one thing that is sexier.
(See also: Christian Bale in American Psycho.)
There are innumerable web-sites that deal with all manner of “Lecterphillia” including sites that cater exclusively to adult-themed Hannibal material. People are out there and they love this stuff. Why? What makes Hannibal Lecter so damn hot?
NPR’s All Things Considered (god how I miss thee) touches briefly on the subject, and a quick Google search didn’t yield much in the way of “academically sound” literature. Granted, I didn’t get very far into said search (”Oh, deleted scene? Hannibal licking steering wheel? Oh errrmm…”) and I don’t think my travel blog is the appropriate venue for this discussion, BUT – it is interesting none the less.
At any rate, stay tuned for more photos of my growing house plants as my social life degenerates into nothingness.
Is it more strange that I had a crush on the cross dresser? Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me! Yep, as a kid I liked that little tuck, but then again at an even younger age I loved when BeatleJuice grabbed him self and it honked. I think maybe that’s why we’re friends, we heart the strange and unusual!!
Ha ha, wow – just when I thought you couldn’t get any nuttier, you had to pull out Buffalo Bill.
Or tuck in, as the case may be.