Embracing a writing stupor

The semester is technically over (I have one last project I need to keep an eye on), and I've decided my plan of attack for the next three weeks is as follows: write eight hours every day (unless I'm working at the bookstore), read as much as possible, and escape to my mother's house for laundry and food a couple days a week. I think it will work.

I'm poised to start working on the second draft of my first novel. I've got pens, notebooks, and my huge novel file at the ready. (In fact, this is me procrastinating against working on it.)

Because it's so overdone, I've decided to write a "what I'm listening to" post. So here's a sampling of my super-duper writing mix of doom I'm listening to as I type this.

Hair - The Cowsills
Even Hamsters Fall in Love - Hampton the Hamster
Don't Stand So Close to Me - The Police
Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie
Stay - Blutengel
Indian Summer - Zero 1
This is Halloween - Danny Elfman

That's not everything on there, but I thought writer's mix v. 1 merited a write-up.

Dismemberment= Beauty?

But, before I get into that, Happy Channukah!!!!! My landlady and I both sported menorahs last night, but hers has electric blue lights and mine has tiny, tiny birthday candles. It's cute, though, and the candles burnt out fast, so I didn't have to worry about staying up to wait them out.

Now, onto the serious (?) stuff.

I love MAC.
I love drag queens, therefore I love MAC.
It's all very logical.


Even my friend Brady wears MAC, which proves my point that every drag queen in the world wears MAC products. (If this isn't true, dish on the makeup brands, please! I need to know, I somehow managed to weasel my way into a local drag show. And, I'm not sure if Jeffree Star counts as a drag queen, but I'm using his image. He's too pretty not to.)






Even though I love the makeup, the creative team at MAC always manages to come out with an ad, a line, or a look that really bothers me. This year, the award has to go to their Of Beauty collection; the picture I see every time I go to the Of Beauty page looks like the dismembered head of a burn victim, displayed proudly in layers of shattered glass.



Weird fashion spreads of police scenes, hangings, and all sorts of violent acts against women (think serial killer spreads) have been pretty big in the world of high fashion for a while. Why is this so? This picture looks even worse in my blog than it did on the MAC site, because at first glance you can't say, "Awwww, that's just the kind of thing the artsy-fartsy artists at MAC would do." When did dismembered, charred heads become sexy?