rm | sundries

Awake, and debating if I want to go back to sleep, although I do have to go into work for quite a bit and would like to see the farmer's market, just to do so.

Video chat date with Patty tomorrow! And she'll be home on the 14th!

Look at this couture collection. WOW. Seriously, this is some of the most AMAZING stuff I've ever seen, and I want to write big-budget space opera that HBO picks up in the sole fantasy of this woman costuming it. Gaaaaaaah, gorgeous.

Sarah Dopp is considering creating a marketplace for gender-variant clothing, a la Etsy. Not an Etsy store, but a new service like Etsy for this specific purpose of having a themed place where sellers who cater to this market can sell. More info, and how you can help.

Toy robot destroys Denver. Except not really.

Songs of a future dolphin, 9-year-olds record music and The New York Times describes the results as, among other things, "vaguely apocalyptic." You can listen to the track, and it is pretty intense.

Desk made of books.

Have you ever wanted a people-sized hamster wheel? The world's weirdest hotels. (ETA: the hamster wheel hotel HAS A PELLET AREA AND A TUBE ON THE WALL YOU CAN DRINK OUT OF. This feels strongly like a "your kink is totally okay but not my kink" moment for me.) I love everything about the stuff in this super strange (and sometimes appalling) article so much it's ridiculous.

Okay, I didn't come in LAST in my screenwriting contest. Someone else either didn't submit something or got disqualified. Meanwhile, this weekend I have to crank out a romance, set in a driving school, involving a bottle of hot sauce. Yeah, I know.

So, I slept in and then spent over an hour lying in the DIRECT SUNLIGHT that hits our bed every day. I realized, in horror, as I lay there, that this was the first direct sunlight I had experienced, other than the day we were in Zurich and the night we stayed at the St Davids, in the ENTIRE TIME I was in Switzerland and the UK. *shudder*