Boy, I sure hope I read this....

The following is an urgent note from me to myself:

GET OVER IT ALREADY.

Thank you. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Pardon me while I hop on this here bandwagon

Plundered from paganmommy, joelle_van_dyne, and countless others:

Answer these questions using song titles all from one artist: Is anyone even remotely surprised that I'm using Richard Thompson here?

Are you male or female? "A Man in Need"
Describe yourself: "Uninhabited Man"
How do some people feel about you? "Twisted"
How do you feel about yourself? "You Dream Too Much"
Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: "Cooksferry Queen," "Baby She Don't Know What to Do With Herself"
Where would you rather be? "Devonshire," "I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight"
Describe what you want to be: "Hope You Like the New Me"
Describe how you live: "Walking on a Wire"
Describe how you love: "A Heart Needs a Home," "I Still Dream"

No, there's no point to it. And that's the point.

You can tell Adam is bored when he decides that he needs new user pics. *sound of party favors and polite applause* I'm sticking with the medieval woodcuts theme, with images swiped from Tacuinum Sanitatis (Latin for "Clip Art for Dorky English Majors"). There's actually a method to my madness, strangely enough. It breaks down thusly (new pics marked with an asterisk):
piggie: The default picture, and a sidelong tribute to the Autumn Cafe in Oneonta
workie: For work-related issues
cookie: For food-related stuff *
springie: For extraordinarily happy days *
knightie: For when I'm royally pissed off, or to designate conflict
washie: For romantic matters (or hygiene matters, I suppose) *
nookie: For, well, nookie

I haven't been doing much with the correspondences lately, because it's considerably easier to stick with the pig and be done with it, but I'll try to get back on the proverbial ball. Unfortunately, because of the standards I set for myself when I started with this theme, the pictures are so teeny that you can't really see what the ferk is going on. Ah, well, such is the price of obsession...