I was thinking about it today, and I think that there might be some disconnect in my brain. Women (okay, not just women, sometimes I do too) wear eye makeup to accentuate their eyes, make them pop. For some reason, I can’t see peoples’ eyes if they’re wearing eye makeup. I only see the makeup and the eyes vanish. The overly made up person stops being a person to me, and might as well be a robot.
I was mulling this phenomenon over when I realized that it could be due to early exposure to things like this (Blade Runner is the second movie that I can remember seeing, A New Hope is the first). I’m not sure if I should blame my parents or the eighties. It’s easier to get my parents to act guilty.
Fast breaking news: cutting your hair makes you look less like a serial killer.
Damn, that’s not a good look. I look like Trent Reznor going through withdrawal.
It’s not much of an improvement, but at least it doesn’t look like I’m going to eat you.
I’ll post a work update (there’s some actual news on that front) and a review later.
I just thought I’d provide some evidence that Gone is actually progressing
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I took some pictures at work.
Shocking pictures!
Pictures of maiming!
I don’t have much to say tonight, I’m a little burnt out by writing other things, including a project I’d given up on but I’m rekindling as an Intarwub! exclusive. More on that later.
I did finally get a new cable for my real camera (and by “real” I mean “shitty and borderline useless, but at least it doesn’t also make phone calls”), so there are some higher resolution boring pictures on Flickr (over on the right there, kids).
THAT IS ALL.
