Button-front: Goodwill — Pants: Goodwill — Camisole: Old Navy — Flats: Thrifted (Born) — Necklace: Goodwill — Bracelet: Gift — Earrings: Claire’s
[WARNING: Mia isn’t going to be talking about any sad things today, but she will be talking about rude NSFW things. I guess I could put one of these warnings at the top of every post, but, y’know.]
Aw man, guys. There is some good crap on the internet these days. Have you seen it?
Well no, obviously you haven’t, because I am the only person in the world with the Key to the Door of True Internet Wonders. So let me take a moment to share a couple things with you.
First up is the Kickstarter for Amanda Palmer’s next album. Yes, you already know I love her, and yes, it’s already made a fantastic amount of money, but I’m still pointing you at it because, c’mon, a dollar for an Amanda Palmer album? That’s a steal and a half, dudes. She works her ass off and brings realness to the table every time. I don’t love every song of hers, it’s true, but there’s always at least one song that kicks me in the cockles of my heart and makes me choke on my feelings. (Or, in the case of the very NSFW Map of Tasmania, makes me laugh-dance until I can’t laugh-dance no mo’.) If that’s not worth the gamble of at least a dollar, I don’t know what is. (I put in $30 because at a concert she signed the box of an ice-dildo mold for Tia, which Tia subsequently gave to me and Jessica. It’s in my closet right now. I once made an ice-cream cake with it.)
Also awesome, and also NSFW? Smut Peddler: “sex-positive, female-friendly erotic comics from the best and the brightest in the independent small press publishing world.” Now, I know that may not be everybody’s cup of porn, but I figure there’s gotta be at least one of you readers out there who would dig this and haven’t heard of it yet, so go check it out! This is the kind of thing I will stand behind with my whole heart, and not only because Erika Moen drew me and Tia that one time.
And also, there’s…uh…okay, those were the only two things I really had planned to talk about. SO WHAT. NO, YOUR FACE IS DUMB.
But how about a younger Jessica Walter on Murder She Wrote? That ain’t nothin’ to sneeze at. (And you can bet I’m going to queue up that episode just as soon as I can get home tonight. Jessica Walter, you are a national treasure.)
What great things have been behind your Door of True Internet Wonders lately?