Assistance, please

It has recently come to my attention that I haven't any idea of what I look like. I have a vague idea that I have a blocky, mostly undifferentiated body, with the exception of a pair of incongruously comic-book breasts. I am informed that this is not, in fact, true.

I've been dressing to reflect what I perceive as a lack of physical interestingness, occasionally choosing to accent the tits I see as my only noteworthy feature, but generally trying not to call attention to myself in any way.

So I have a question for people who do know what I look like. If you had my body, what would you wear? What should I be wearing that I'm not? What am I wearing that I absolutely shouldn't?

Any honest input is appreciated.

Assistance, please

It has recently come to my attention that I haven't any idea of what I look like. I have a vague idea that I have a blocky, mostly undifferentiated body, with the exception of a pair of incongruously comic-book breasts. I am informed that this is not, in fact, true.

I've been dressing to reflect what I perceive as a lack of physical interestingness, occasionally choosing to accent the tits I see as my only noteworthy feature, but generally trying not to call attention to myself in any way.

So I have a question for people who do know what I look like. If you had my body, what would you wear? What should I be wearing that I'm not? What am I wearing that I absolutely shouldn't?

Any honest input is appreciated.

Lovely weekend

Saturday was fabulous. For next Sunday's ritual, it had come to us that we would need 50 - 60 different pieces of stemware, all unique. The budget: $250. So we went in force to the secondhand stores, and came back with nearly as many as we needed, all different. Total spent: About $80. So that means there's money in the budget for ritual snacks, which are possibly the only thing that we ever do in ritual that are universally approved of. You can ask people if they like to sing, dance, make stuff, learn stuff, tell stories, make dick jokes, whatever, in ritual, and you will get people who think it's essential to good ritual, and people who think that it's abhorrent and blasphemous in ritual, but eating, eating is apparently something everyone can agree on.

Following the great buying of glassware, we dropped by the TCP for movies, food, and KURS. We took in a showing of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, which spawned an impromptu drinking game:
- Every time something happens that couldn't possibly physically happen (i.e. spitfires becoming amphibious), drink.
- One drink for each sighting of the following: dinosaurs, dirigibles, pseudo-Nazis, a new type of robot, radio waves, ninjas
- One drink every time you wish Jude Law would deck Gwynneth Paltrow; two drinks every time he actually does it
- One drink every time you wish Gwynneth Paltrow would deck Jude Law; two drinks every time she actually does it
So, as one might imagine, great drunkenness ensued (although I somehow contrived not to have a drink during most of this experience...). chaosdruid had also brought over Hellboy, which we did not watch, which is probably just as well -- alcohol poisoning is an ugly, ugly thing.

This bit of fun was followed by a rousing game of KURS, in which everyone was kissed, petted, bitten, and generally molested to within an inch of their lives. Because, hey, it's not a party if you're not making out with somebody else's significant other, right? We spent the night at TCP, and then spent most of the next day sleeping. I got to spend a fair amount of Sunday asleep on the couch with triadruid's head in my lap, which makes Sunday one of the better days in my recent memory. I'm such a simple creature.

Lovely weekend

Saturday was fabulous. For next Sunday's ritual, it had come to us that we would need 50 - 60 different pieces of stemware, all unique. The budget: $250. So we went in force to the secondhand stores, and came back with nearly as many as we needed, all different. Total spent: About $80. So that means there's money in the budget for ritual snacks, which are possibly the only thing that we ever do in ritual that are universally approved of. You can ask people if they like to sing, dance, make stuff, learn stuff, tell stories, make dick jokes, whatever, in ritual, and you will get people who think it's essential to good ritual, and people who think that it's abhorrent and blasphemous in ritual, but eating, eating is apparently something everyone can agree on.

Following the great buying of glassware, we dropped by the TCP for movies, food, and KURS. We took in a showing of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, which spawned an impromptu drinking game:
- Every time something happens that couldn't possibly physically happen (i.e. spitfires becoming amphibious), drink.
- One drink for each sighting of the following: dinosaurs, dirigibles, pseudo-Nazis, a new type of robot, radio waves, ninjas
- One drink every time you wish Jude Law would deck Gwynneth Paltrow; two drinks every time he actually does it
- One drink every time you wish Gwynneth Paltrow would deck Jude Law; two drinks every time she actually does it
So, as one might imagine, great drunkenness ensued (although I somehow contrived not to have a drink during most of this experience...). chaosdruid had also brought over Hellboy, which we did not watch, which is probably just as well -- alcohol poisoning is an ugly, ugly thing.

This bit of fun was followed by a rousing game of KURS, in which everyone was kissed, petted, bitten, and generally molested to within an inch of their lives. Because, hey, it's not a party if you're not making out with somebody else's significant other, right? We spent the night at TCP, and then spent most of the next day sleeping. I got to spend a fair amount of Sunday asleep on the couch with triadruid's head in my lap, which makes Sunday one of the better days in my recent memory. I'm such a simple creature.

Meme of the macabre!

Ripped from the headlines... (or rougewench... Sometimes that's the same thing.)

If you were to kill me and have me stuffed as a trophy, how would you pose me? Include whatever details you like: dress, props, expression, etc. Post this in your journal to find out how your friends would immortalize you...

;) This is fun, and a little sick. In other words, it's delightful. Be creative.

Meme of the macabre!

Ripped from the headlines... (or rougewench... Sometimes that's the same thing.)

If you were to kill me and have me stuffed as a trophy, how would you pose me? Include whatever details you like: dress, props, expression, etc. Post this in your journal to find out how your friends would immortalize you...

;) This is fun, and a little sick. In other words, it's delightful. Be creative.