The Candidate, by Warren Ellis.
sure as fuck beats the actual election.Browsing Posts published by sabrina
brand-new catenary strung on the metra electric/south shore lines by mccormick place, shining copper in the early morning sun.
thanks to max for sending along these menacing but hygenic smileys.
please let me be safe, when old, from such happiness as this.i am hell on glassware.
about a year and a half ago, i found a cute little set of four cordial glasses at pier one, on sale for like $12.99 or something. each of the glasses’ bowls was a different color, and slightly iridescent, though the stems were all clear. i killed the violet glass a couple of months ago — i had rinsed it out and put it in the sink to wash later, then bumped something on the counter, which then fell into the sink and snapped the base off the stem. and then while snapping beans for dinner tonight — well, actually, when picking up the bag of the beans to start snapping them — the bag somehow bumped the blue glass in the glass rack, and it fell off and shattered. this leaves me with only red and green. and nothing against red or green, but the violet and the blue were my favorites. (thus explaining why they were getting washed and hanging on the outside of the glass rack, i suppose.) and i’m sad they died first. because, y’know, i like having pretty things, and i’m sad my pretty things are gone. oh well. i suppose at least it’s an excuse to buy more pretty things at some point.
