BFF Wall, 56”x48”, acrylic on canvas, 2014
Artist: Elizabeth Hildick
(that’s me, your humble bloggess)
In honor of the start of Bedtime Stories, I’ve decided to publish my Tim and Eric painting.
I finished this giant thing awhile ago, but it was too big to photograph properly. I finally gave in and decided to just snap some pictures with my phone. The quality isn’t great but you can get the idea. Click to embiggen.
Look how amazing.
I absolutely loathed Coven. Season 1 of American Horror Story remains to be my favorite, and the second season would be if it wasn’t for all that weird as hell alien shit. Too many story lines = clumsy as fuck outcome.
BUT THIS. I know the teasers are never actually part of the show. This is god damned terrifying though and has me excited for the new season. I can’t wait to see their actual clown “Twisty”. You best be BRINGIN’ that shit if you’re going to top Tim Curry at anything, Ryan Murphy. I can’t wait to see how shitty you write women for yet another season!
"I intentionally order toppings on pizza that nobody likes, like extra onions, chicken hearts, and whiskey. Now I have no friends and I’ve never been happier."
What bothers me most is that there are nine arms. Not eight, not six. Nine.
ODD NUMBERED ARMS. IS HORRIFYING.
SOMEBODY HELP HIM! HE IS NEVER GOING TO GET THAT FRUITS.
Him: What do you want to do about dinner?
Me: I don’t care, just think of something.
Him: *sigh* Please, just make a suggestion. I don’t care what we eat, I just want to get it over with now so we don’t eat late and I have time to relax before we go to bed.
Me: I don’t care either! How about a burger from somewhere?
Him: I don’t want a burger. We’ve been eating like shit lately.
Me: Okaaay… so what do YOU want?
Him: *grits teeth* I’m trying to do you a favor because you don’t want to cook. I can get something else and pick you up a burger if that’s what you want.
Me: I don’t really have a taste for anything, I was just throwing out a suggestion. If you go to two places, one of us will have cold food. I’ll just get something from wherever you were going to get food from.
Him: But you want a burger.
Me: No, I don’t necessarily WANT a burger, I was just suggesting something so we can fucking eat. Holy shit, just tell me where you’re going and I’ll get something from there.
Him: But you don’t want anything from where I’m going.
Me: I DON’T CARE.
Him: But you do, and then I’ll get you something and you’ll look all irritated eating it and I’ll feel bad and it’ll ruin your night.
Me: OMG, will you please just tell me where you’re going.
Him: … … I don’t know.
Me: I hate this so much. I’m just going to cook dinner. *gets up*
Him: No, don’t cook, I know you don’t really want to cook. You’re tired, it’s okay, I don’t mind picking up food. Just tell me what you want.
Me: I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU. When I say I don’t care, I mean that I don’t care.
Him: *suspicious* *tentative*
Me: You just want me to decide, don’t you.
Him: YES. Please, just pick something.
Me: Okay, how about tacos?
Him: I’ll just go get burgers.
Me: *heavy sigh* Fine. Where are you going?
Him: Just not Jack because we’ve eaten there a bunch lately.
Me: Then YOU pick where you want a burger from. Are we really doing this?
Him: If you want Jack in the Box, I’ll get it. I’m just going to get in the car. Text me what you want.
Me: This is ridiculous. WHAT DO YOU WANT.
Him: I want you to eat the food that won’t bum you out.
Me: But I don’t know what I want, I don’t care, so just for the love of god go get some food, bring it back and I’ll eat it.
Him: Okay, I’m going to Jack in the Box.
I DON’T CARE ABOUT JAMIE. HE IS TOO OBVIOUS. Also, I dare you to not think of Sean Astin. “I DONT MEAN TO MR FRODO.”
Gimme some Claire/Dougal angry boning in the woods for FUCK’S SAKE.
I have not read the books, please do not spoil me. But I’m fairly certain I’m not going to see any “I hate you! Fuck me!” scenes in the near future.
Also, I can’t un-hear Groundskeeper Willie in every episode. Don’t care love it.
Aaaand if I (ever fall) in love agaaaaiin, I wiiill be sure that the lady is a friee—-up to C Mitch, there you go—-eeend and if I (ever fall) in love so true (oooh) I wiiill be sure the First Lady’s just like yoooouuuu
China reconfigured, Ah Xian
72 Degrees in the shade.
The Animated Self Portrait