Inara George: No Poem
Charlene Kaye: Bound Red Gideon
Cat Power: Speak for Me
Charlene Kaye: Strike a Chord
Inara George: Good to Me
Cat Power: He War

The Bird and the Bee: Love Letter to Japan

Charlene Kaye: Different Colored Eyes

Charlene Kaye: Skin and Bone

not the best audio quality. but this song is beautiful.

Also, totally unrelated, but this picture is pretty fucking epic:

and this song too:

just shut up and listen to it, because i totally love it.
Title: Playing Doctor
Author: [ profile] skyvehicle
Rating: PG
Pairings: None. Winry, Ed and Al as kids.
Warnings: None.
Summary: They had never played like this before.

AN: Thanks to [ profile] truths_in_lies for the lovely beta.

playing doctor )
alpal: (Default)
( Mar. 14th, 2009 03:10 am)
omg wtf is my icon right now.
I found this essay on Beloved, this book that was really tedious to read and now I have to write this massive paper on, which I'm really struggling with. So I'm browsing the internet for inspiration and I find this:

Color is something typically associated with women, which means that color is usually considered a trivial matter. Women have innumerable names for the nuances of colors (pistachio, fuschia, teal) when a few words would do (green, pink, blue). Women have their colors "done," and it is usually women who worry about whether or not the choir robes will match the chancel rug. More significant than this, however, is how much we use color as a metaphoric shorthand in assigning value. For example, to be colorless is boring, and to have many colors is to be rich (as in Joseph and his coat). We can be green with jealousy (or pea green with envy) , see red when angry (although anger can also blacken one’s face) , write purple prose, or get the blues (a term that originated in black culture). Yellow symbolizes cowardice, lavender is for gay people, and babies look best in pastels.

And you know what really kills me? THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A PROFESSOR. This WOMAN, no less, is a professor at Southern Illinois University.

Then again, this essay is on a website called '', so I'm guessing that might have something to do with this... yeahhhh... this is just painful.

Of course, I made icons.

Feel free to use them. Just credit if you do!
I made a new header for my blog. My blog and my lj are relatively different things, so check it out, people! And tell me what you think of the header. Feedback is love.
I want pie. I want beef jerkey. I am a secret agent. We are in hawaii. DOUBLE HEAD.

Just watch it.

"I'm her mom."
"No. She's not!"
alpal: (Default)
( Feb. 12th, 2009 06:20 pm)
If I had awesome steampunk goggles, this picture would have been AMAZING. Balls. Whatever.

That is a quote from Mona Lisa Overdrive, which I just took the last 2 and a half hours to finish reading. Guys, seriously, the book was amazing. I haven't felt that thrilled with finishing a book in quiiiite a while. William Gibson sort of owns my soul right now, and I can't wait to pick up another book of his next time I make it to the library.

Anyone read the book? Because I love talking about books with people. I also love to dog-ear pages of quotes that jump out at me and then revisit them when I've finished the book, and then put them here on my livejournal! haha.


He could remember every step of the Judge's construction, if he wanted to, and sometimes he did, just for the comfort of being able to. He couldn't remember when he hadn't been able to remember, but sometimes he almost could.

The Chinese cook spoke to her in Spanish; she ordered by pointing.

Kumiko felt the cold recede, but not the numbness.

"You're horrid."
"Danielle is a horror, missy."
"Look who's talking."
"Ah," said the hairdresser, narrowing his eyes, "but my soul is a child's."

It isn't like she's that strong, Mona thought, it's like she knows which way to throw the weight.

To look into gone eyes, the light already fading. Just a long, longest way away.
alpal: (Cowboy Bebop -- Spike and Faye)
( Feb. 4th, 2009 11:20 pm)
"I don't like hospitals. They smell like hospitals."

WOW, American Life on Mars. Wow. Thanks for the mentally stimulating dialogue. I know I can count on you for great writing. Really, thank you.
alpal: (Gundam Wing -- omgwtfchess)
( Feb. 4th, 2009 07:50 am)
ok ok ok, listen.

Who's the dick who got all the Samurai 7 videos taken down from youtube??


(apparently I have trouble waiting 52 minutes for megavideo to stop being a dick.)
alpal: (Default)
( Feb. 2nd, 2009 02:20 pm)
This is the two-toned, double-wrap circle scarf thing that I made. And oh my shit, I am so happy with it. It is so warm and cozy, and I already got a request to make one for one of my classmates.

Anyone want one?

(From yesterday's Flickr Group Roulette EVIL TWIN day.)

I'm one less, but that won't stop my evil twin! She kept trying to poke me right where I got my final Gardasil shot. Clones can be so insensitive. I kept saying that my arm was still tender. She kept saying that the bandaid looked like a target.

-Had a semi-good voice lesson.

-Last night, I reached into my shower caddy to root around for my comb and ended up slicing the tip of my index finger on my four-blade razor. So, fucking OUCH.

-Played Kung Fu Panda video game and had pumpkin cake with Music Jared, Cowboy Andy, Amanda and Jen last night. Was fun, and delicious.

-While walking down the hill to the Walgreen Drama Center to see some friends in a show, I was about to cross a street when my feet FLEW out from under me and my body flipped around and I smash-landed on my right knee. Which now hurts. Oh, life. Tuesday Gardasil pain, wednesday my sliced finger, today my knee. What tomorrow? may now go about your day.