There has to be something in the Geneva Convention about this

The "post an unedited picture of yourself" meme has been doing laps around LiveJournal yet again, so I gave it a go:



The blurriness and the ice-cube-down-the-back-of-my-shirt facial expression are the direct result of primal_pastry insistence on suddenly leaping into the Bonanza theme song just as the shutter clicked. (Attempted follow-up picture was worse. Theme song was the same, though.)

*sigh*

You want content? I'll give you content

I don't usually do the "link soup" thing, but as today is proving to be a Day of Lethargy, and so:

* telepresence linked to this video of a transmission line worker climbing a 1760-foot guided tower. If you're even remotely acrophobic, dear gods' golden goat cheese, don't even think about clicking that.

* Star Wars related link #1: A set of SW-based loteria cards. (Click on each card to compare with the standard set.)

* Star Wars related link #2: Tattúínárdœla. Star Wars retold as an Icelandic saga. In Icelandic with English translations. Oh, hell, yes.

* I'm glad I have WTF Japan Seriously around. Just, y'know, for when life gets too normal.

* Meanwhile, for you Ikea fetishists, and you know who you are (I'm looking at you), we have Catalog Living. Your sense of style will not rescue you from random mockery.

And finally, alienne posted the following, which I feel the need to post here as well. The first five lines alone are necessary:

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

— Mary Oliver