all of a sudden you see the big picture instead of taking it day by day? And you realize that chances are high that the career you built by working your ass off for 13 years is over? And you feel empty and worthless?
“Each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear… would it even matter?”—Ray Bradbury, “Dandelion Wine” (via girlvanized) (via woeismeh)
This song - a sequel of sorts to the band’s 1986 hit “(She Was A) Hotel Detective” - has always been one of my favorite They Might Be Giants songs. It’s got this great loungey feel to it…I almost expect to hear it in a 60’s spy film. This song comes from TMBG’s Back to Skull EP, which was released in 1994.
I'd like to know when you first became interested in cross stitch. Why do you think you enjoy it so much? Also, do you take requests?
I found the Subversive Cross Stitch website around Christmas in 2007 and thought it would be funny to make one of the patterns and give it as a gift. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to do it because all of my attempts at anything the least bit crafty have always resulted in things glued to things they should not be glued to, glitter injuries, and tears. I tried, failed miserably, then tried again, and I was hooked.
I love it for so many reasons. It allows me to express myself in an (f)artistic way and make jokes at the same time. I love the juxtaposition of the old fashioned patterns & medium and the subjects I stitch about. I love that I’m probably the only person who’s ever stitched the words “extruded” or “onanism” or “shitburgling cockbuckets.” I get a huge thrill from taking something said in a matter or seconds in a podcast or on an infomercial and spending HOURS stitching it. It’s also very calming. I’m a bit of a fidget, but cross stitching diffuses my nervous energy.
I do take requests, especially if they are hilarious and/or awesome. :) I love making stuff for people. I swap with other (f)artists, I have an etsy store for more formal requests, and I’ve been known to make stuff and send it to people just because I like the cut of their jib. I always welcome ideas!
Thanks for the question! I should really stop typing now.
there’s no other way: 8 or ten poems a night. in the sink behind me are dishes that haven’t been washed in 2 weeks. the sheets need changing and the bed is unmade. half the lights are burned-out here. it gets darker and darker (I have replacement bulbs but can’t get them out of their cardboard wrapper.) Despite my dirty shorts in the bathtub and the rest of my dirty laundry on the bedroom floor, they haven’t come for me yet with their badges and their rules and their numb ears. oh, them and their caprice! like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.