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Sweet luggage shaped like a ribcage. Speaking of skeletony consumer goods.

And speaking of Pinhead, here for all your Doug Bradley needs is DougBradleyDotCom which seems to be indistinguishable from DougBradley.co.uk. THIS IS OKAY. He also has this half adorable half sad 'tour diary' from last year, in which he tours america and is cooler than most people. I must also draw your attention to the DougBradley.com t-shirts which I fortunately made my willpower roll regarding, barely. Also also, there is a whole gallery of people's Hellraiser tattoos, and of Doug Bradley posing in varying degrees of amiability with chunky teenagers in black, girls with black lipstick and colored fake dreads, and dudes in Axl Rose bandannas.

All of this makes me feel pretty sorry for this fellow who has to be my dad's age and still must tour events like Pittsburgh's 'Horrorhound Weekend' (although no sign of him on Spooky World's site [beware of enjoy hilarious swf-music and VO], which must mean only good things. When did they move to the Bayside Expo?), although bless the guy if he gets a kick out of it. He powered through all eight goddamn Hellraiser movies. The man is obviously a saint.

Lastly, a couple of tooth necklaces on etsy, and a ribcage one. Suck it, summer!

I am never going to not drink this matcha again. I am always going to have a cup of it in my hand, probably with some soymilk in it because I'm hooked on the whole 'strong green tea with soymilk' thing, and stirred with a fork because I haven't got a whisk. And possibly another cup in my other hand and a straw in a third cup while I'm at it.*

*THIS IS NOT AN IRISH PEOPLE JOKE.

I have been hung up on Rufus Wainwright for a couple of weeks now; beats me why. I guess something about the overblown... languidness? is hitting me properly. I don't know. Probably less than twenty percent of the sentiments actually resonate with me personally, even of my favorite songs, not that this stops me. I've also gone through periods where his dramatic wallowiness is too much, naturally, but that is not right now. It's also nice having most of his work be comfortably inside my singing-along range (his voice, I heard him talking in an interview on NPR and it's highish but really scratchy, like long-term smoking. You know me and weird voices).
I bought his latest album for chmmr's sister back when we were in Texas, and their parents were all, oh, more of Rufus Wainwright? all disappointed and slightly distasteful. The thought bubble over my head contained the Grinch smiling in grand Chuck Jones stylee.