Kip Praslowicz.
Kip and I knew each other through IRC and our college’s local forum, but we’d never met in person. One day in 2002 he asked if I wanted to go on a photo walk with him. My boyfriend and I had broken up a few months earlier, and I was lost and sad, but Kip made me laugh. I’d just chopped 10 inches off my hair, and my neck was cold. I sat on the edge of a rock by Lake Superior, and he took a picture. We’ve been close friends ever since.
Cute girl at the Turf comes back from the bar carrying a white coffee cup and a glass full of Baileys. Smells cozy and delicious and she spends the rest of the show warming her hands around the cup, taking small sips. I suddenly regret my whiskey, which has nicely burned my lips. but did nothing for the chill.
Old man at Key’s Cafe. Has the menu against his face. He is reading each item aloud, lowly. I picture him doing this with his long-gone wife. I can hear her sigh like I do when Chris does something annoying and endearing.
Nerdy-looking girl at work brings her father into meet everyone. Looks like Dawn from Welcome to the Dollhouse. She talks excitedly about her wedding. Her father holds her elbow and smiles proudly.
I walked into the office, after laying in bed for two hours, nursing the heart attack. I could see the moon clear through the window. Half of it was missing. I thought the lunar eclipse was yesterday, so I was happy to stumble upon it like this.
I can’t find my real camera, so this is from my webcam.
Photo by Rhia.
The ghosts of Iguazu.
Electric Six - Danger! High Voltage
I can’t stop watching this. I need a glowing codpiece, people.
PS: The second voice, lip-synched by the lady, is Jack White. Thanks to Stupid Crappy for the tip.