The rapture is coming.

Fuck You, I'm Boba Fett

 That one's a real 'fixer-upper.'

I've got a collection of bounties posts in various states of lucidity finish, and I really should, you know.  Finish at least one.  They range from 'vaguely interesting' (my mad-rad everlasting jacket painting skills and the little things that help paint bond to leather/ I do dumb things to found furniture / art dumps / nifty action figures / weird-o comix / a full length essay on why I think the whole upper floor of my apartment shakes when my flatmates do 'it 'and exactly how we're all going to die) to HALLOWEEN JUNK.

I really need to get motivated.  But that takes time, planning, blood, sweat, tears, grammar, spelling, and this weird thing called 'vague original thought.'

Ugh.

I feel your sex-rays.

Look , sex.

I'm going to assume nobody in my immediate posting radius is offended by this harmless image. I'm pretty sure some of you even thought it was kind of neat, blinding colours, retro-action, and some goddamn Rebel Alliance affiliation rapped up into one awesome psychobilly band package.

So why do people react to it so adversely when I wear it?

Excuse my mess, I'm in the middle of packing for a move and my method of madness is to move things from one room to the other and back and forth until everything is in a proper box. Please enjoy 'Lensflare: The Castle Rubenstein Caper.'

Honestly, what's the problem? I'm used to middle-aged folks and on in my area being offended by the fact that I still dress like I'm in my late teens. This isn't perplexing in the least - but the fact that just about every male I run into who expresses interest in the 'top' of the shirt either looks at me with distaste after realizing what it says, or they turn into an ultra-creep.

EVEN MEN I KNOW??? CLOSE FRIENDS. PARENTS OF CLOSE FRIENDS. People who are used to my nonsensical bullshit seem to be nonplussed by the existence of this shirt.

I get more flack for this shirt than I do for either of my Alien Sex Fiend shirts. Maybe because there's immediate shock value there? And no sexualized laydees?

Either way, I'm at a loss for what to do with this information.

Today, I had a guy who seemed semi-interested in me, who started chatting me up until he asked me what my shirt said, wherein he expressed immediate disinterest after learning what my shirt actually communicated. Thereafter, I continued perusing awesome Halloween masks from 1992 and onward.

And then I realized I'm pretty boss, and if you don't like me for my taste in eye-candy then you can gtfo.