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Wipe the sweat from your brow, friends -- it's Friday!
I hope you have the kind of weekend that makes you want to throw back your head and spout green embroidered lasers everywhere.
Happy weekend!
[Richard Burbridge and Maurizio Anzeri for Dazed and Confused]
If you tried to visit our site yesterday or the day before and were warned that zombies might bite your face off upon entrance, rest assured that the walking dead have been laid to rest. Ok, and we also promise that there are no viruses or malware here. Thanks to all of you who let us know about the red screen of death -- we spent the better part of a day working to delete comments and pingbacks that may have inserted nefarious code into our fair site. So if your comment got deleted somewhere and you're feeling all WTF?! about it: oops. Sorry about that.
But let's move on and look at some zombie free rooms, shall we?
No zombies.
No zombies.
Still no zombies.
Maaaaaaybe zombies...
But you know how Martyn Lawrence Bullard is...
He thinks eating human flesh is totally delicious.
[Frederic Malle, Chahan Minassian, Met Home via Chapman Interiors, Martyn Lawrence Bullard]
Interiors schminteriors. I'm hallucinating through yet another sun bleached Texas summer, so what I'm really covetous of is fabulously verdant landscaping -- the lush likes of which could never survive Austin's intemperate clime. Around here, brown lawns and crispy shrubs grace yards of waterwise folks far and wide. The sign at the corner mechanic states that it's so hot, trees are begging the dogs. And you know it's dry when you're desperate to get pissed on, but I bet my slowly dying hedges would recycle those precious bodily fluids faster than Kyle Maclachlan in Dune.
This is what I want right now.
It's even cloudy there.
Heaven.