Iä! Iä! Fhqwhgads fhtagn!

Also: shirts, stickers, pins, &c. on my TeePublic shop, found-object installations on Instagram, many-song mashups and badcore boogies on YouTube, and various original and fan fics on AO3. I, uh, just really like making things

Quite upset with myself for taking this picture to document some early forays into experimental makeup without realizing I had forgotten to repaint my nails

Somebody donated a collection of extremely old (but not particularly valuable) Edison Records from back when records were three times thicker for some reason

Somebody donated a collection of Walmart tee shirt designs woodburned onto coasters. There were probably twelve more

Was this movie a bigger part of that whole “2010s illustrators love doing stills of famous actors in cult classics” scene and I just hadn’t seen this movie yet? He feels like a one-episode character from NBC Hannibal, one of Lecter’s patients that irritates him by being way too easy to goad into murder. This could have been an utterly forgettable horror movie in the hands of a normal actor, but Nic Cage made it…well not good, not at all, but it was a fun watch

That’s not actually what he’s saying! He’s in the middle of ranting at his secretary about how bad she is at her job (not using the California accent he uses in some other scenes) in attempt to goad her into taking her gun out of her purse and shoot him because he is either turning into a vampire or hallucinating that he is

Somebody left a skull candle outside on a day hot enough to melt it

So now I appreciate more the “screwball comedies” that came next, where the Inamorata are smartasses and what’s keeping them apart is a clash of personalities instead of just mean old Vecchi—these days they feel pretty mundane, but in 1940 it was genuinely a revolutionary idea to have an actual plot where a couple fight through some issues!