shiny pictures.

ello all.
after looking through several blogs, i realized that mine have no interesting images to go along with my massive amount of ramblings. to break up the insanity i figured some pretty pictures were in order to fully illustrate my points. i'll try to remember this for the future. and now for some retroactive image imput.

i absolutely love the cover art of Chuck Palahniuk's work. take a look.





the image of the plane is remniscent of a cross, as religion is a huge part of the novel. pretty awesome.






Lullaby is probably my favourite of the covers, eventhough it is the simplest. i think its the image of the dead songbird; innocent and childlike.

I love the cartoonyness of this one. it goes with the fakeness that you discover in the plot.... oh and she gets her jaw shot off. hence the pink splatter. cute.


i was thinking of posting the Dexter covers too... but theyre lame lol.

oh and for legalness. i didnt do these, nor do i claim to, the images belong to the artists Rodrigo Corral, Judy Lanfredi and Gene Mollica. not that im sure they care. lol.

Carefully Creeping Casey

hello all.
I was bored and I wondered what I should be doing; cleaning, studying, reading things that I should be studying. And then I remembered my blog. My own slice of procrastination. Now that I'm here I might as well tell you about Dexter.

The series on Showtime is much like the novels by Jeff Lindsay. The same monotoned narration by the loveably emotionally stunted Dexter Morgan, the same characters and personalities, the same hot as hell location. The first novel even begins like the pilot. After that the storylines are much different. Rita, Dexter's wounded girlfriend is little more than a coverup, a way of looking normal to the outside world, but he actually becomes very much attatched to her kids. Deborah, Dexter's sister and only person he actually cares about, finds out about his true nature. And Laguerta, a detective who is painfuly attracted to Dexter, dies instead of sergeant Dokes in the first novel. I can assure you that if you enjoy the series the books will do it for you too, especially now that its on hiatus until next year.

More than just a good dose of gore and a solid plot, Dexter speaks to many in its "what if". What if you felt nothing, worse, if the only thing you felt was for death, taking lives? Would suck huh? But the thing that gets me about the idea is that Dexter became a "normal" person, under the hand of Harry, he was taught how to fit into the world and be a part of it. My what if is; what if after Harry died, the lessons ended and he decided against it. Why does he so badly want to be normal? It could be only for survival sake, Harry said that if he wanted to be who he was he had to be someone else. But then again that says alot right there.

Bloody hell I'm tired all of a sudden lol. My thoughts arent really there tonight so I'll pick up on this cloudy issue later on. I'll end on a question for my few readers... who are we when we're not who we are?

love, casey.

oops

hey, i know i said that i might post a little something yesterday but i got to talking on msn for the first time in forever and went to sleep unposted. but alas today is a new day and... i have to run, right now. to the bus of course. maybe after that too but we'll see. im not too ambitious. either way have a good one and i'll be back later tonight.
love casey.

so its pink. i'm dealing so should you.

so i'd like to start with the comment that my tastes are changing with my old age. i like this colour, its not prom queen/bublegum/'oh-em-gee that boy is cute' pink. its nice, vintage and romantic (damnit jason do you get it now?) lol. and that takes care of that.

this blog might actually go on for a while depending on how much detail etc i'm going into.. could be a new start on a theme for the blog. as you can probably tell it hasnt gone all that far yet.

anyway i've been pretty much devouring books over the last few months, mostly those of Chuck Palahnuik. yesss i spelled it right the first time. high fives for me. I have read; An Oral History Biography of Buster 'Rant' Casey, Lullaby, Invisible Monsters, Choke, Diary and Survivor. They are all pretty much amazing.

The interesting aspect that appears in all of the novels I've read so far, is his incredible use of repetition. In each novel there is a constant leimotif so to speak throughout. In Survivor he tells the reader about ways to clean and fix things, in Choke he cannot find the perfect word to describe something, but states that its "the first thing to come to mind," in Diary the main character copes through alcohol so whenever something goes wrong, she tells us to "take a drink". It goes on like that through the narrative. I love it. It creates a close familiarity with the characters, you almost can tell how theyre going to react, and yet are still curious as to the wording. For example at the end of Choke he writes, "Powderkeg. And that is exactly the right word." It is moments like that that bring closure to the narrative even when the story is not complete. The idea of many of his novels is not to tell a complete satisfying story, another example from Choke is (I'm using so many examples from Choke but its good damnit.) straight from the narrator, he says from the beginning that this is not a story where the main character grows and becomes a better person and everything is happily ever after.

The fact that nothing is completely resolved is another strong vein that runs through all of his novels. None have been about a happy ending, its about people's lives being ripped apart and things being shaken to their core, its the "and then what?" Its about dealing, not knowing if its going to be okay and dealing anyway. They're about making do with what you have; with the friends, the family and the you you have. Not making it better and many times making it worse. From Lullaby, the main charater Carl Streator (yeah i remembered that, weiiird.) makes perfect models of buildings, and then stomps them to the ground in his bare feet and so through out the book his feet are infected and hurt. From Invisible Monsters, she gives the man she loves estrogen and ruins his body, just like she destroyed herself. Mostly, Mr. Palanhiuk wants us to think, to forget the things that keep us safe and distracted. He wants to show us ourselves, all the conspiracies, lies, and half-truths we perpetuate. For example, the Tooth Fairy in Rant; Buster finds gold coins and gives it to his classmates and tells them to tell their parents the Tooth Fairy gave it to them. The town got rich and the parents could never tell the children that the Tooth Fairy wasnt real.

So that's my semi-review of a chunk of Chuck Palanhiuk's work (ps try saying that outloud, people will think youre having a stroke). I completely recommend it, even just to get the random pieces of information. But dont come crying to me if you end up in the hospital with a spider/small animal bite. I'm not the one recommending that. It is an interesting result though ;). read it. we'll laugh. I'll wait, take your time.

That's all for today folks. Hopefully it was coherent. Tomorrow if I have time and energy I might do something on the Dexter series by Jeff Lindsay.

Night.


ps. love you Court-nee, see you in almost 16days :D!

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split ends + tip money = haircut

okay so ive been putting this off for the longest time. i really wanted to cut my hair, fix my bangs etc for a while but i always get tempted to chop it all off when i get into the chair. and i know all maybe one of you reading this will shout..."NOO!" and yeah yeah i get it. its all long and pretty. i like it too. but its starting to drive me crazy. this morning i made an appointment with Oracle (good people, not bad prices and so far good cuts) and it will be cut. i havent decided how much yet, but it will be cut. i cant promise that it will be long when i get back, but i will say with most certainty that i will not have Spears/Clean/Picard-ed my self.
good example of why i need to cut my hair... 30 seconds ago i was choking on a piece of hair that i most likely half swallowed while i was sleeping. (insert your own really dirty joke here.) my hair is literally trying to kill me now. it must be stopped.
ps. if i am found dead of asphyxia, do not listen to my hair.. it did it. damn it.
anyway i get weird when im hungry. so food time for me. i hear the call of the mini bagel. and sorry for the babble. its your own damn fault for reading it. so ha ha.

casey.

a real ps. i realize that im not capitalizing or using all my punctuation. i may use it next time, its a mixed bag with me. all i can promise is that it will be marginally coherent and i will never START WRTNG LYKE DIS!!!!!!!!!!!!111111 lol okay? good. see yah later.

test... this is a test.

and for something to be up.. lets be honest it took too much brainpower to come up with the names for everything not to write something damn it.
sooo la la la.
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