**points at title** My evening contained both. ^_^

My basic plans for the day involved making waffles and killing things in Bioshock. I did make waffles (mmmmmm....waffles), but my evening veered wildly from the anachronistic bloodshed of that steampunk wonderland. I'm glad it did, despite me still being too sick to be too active (hence no Bar Sinister to hang out with my friend Forest).

Earlier today Linda Strawberry, a musical artist whom I enjoy, posted a thingy on facebook about an art gallery opening one of her friends Natalia Fabia was having this evening called "Hooker Dream-Escape." There were two paintings shown on the link she gave and they were damn good - really damn good. I hemmed and hawed for a while, but my best friend metephorically poked me in the eye and told me I should get out of the house for a wee bit. She probubly would have shoved me out the door had she been anywhere close, but, sadly, she lives in the hills of TN these days and, though she be tall, her reach is not that long.

So I made the drive from Atwater to Culver City and wandered on into the art gallery. Freaking AMAZING paintings everywhere. The vibrant portraits definitly fit under the given title of "Dream-Escape." I was sad that I hadn't cajolled anyoen into coming with me so that I could talk abt them to anyone, but such is life. Shortly before I left I saw Linda Strawberry walk in and briefly pestered her (which I felt bad abt).

There was also an amazingly beautiful girl there and I had an overwhelming desire to give her a compliment on her stunningness despite my near crippling shyness. So I did. I went up and told her that I just wanted to let her know how pretty she was. The women next to her was like, "Isn't she? She looks like she should be in one of her own paintings." That's right folks, I walked up to the bell of the ball, the girl whose party it was, and complimented her on her appearence and not on her artwork...because I am a giant re-re. **face palm** She was then immediately mobbed by a number of people so I hung out for a short bit longer until I was able to apologize for not knowing who she was and also to compliment her on her art work. Then I wandered back to my car singing "Aenema" by Tool and felt like the most ridiculous tool in the shed.

I came home and popped in TOKYO GORE POLICE while consuming a $5 footlooooong. Holy fucking hell was that movie great. And by great I mean terrible. And amazing. And...gallons...GALLONS of fake blood and guts used in that movie. It was so outragous it wasn't even disgusting. The basic storyline (if one can even call it that) is that there are criminals who grow weapons from any injury. Some highlights without giving too much away: quad-amputee sex slave that walks around on swords, a guy gets his penis bitten off and grows a cannon there, a girl gets her lower half blow off and grown the largest vagina dentata EVER, a girl gets her chest slit open and grows lactating acid boobs, a girl (literally) turned into a fetish chair pisses on a room full of S&M freaks. The twisted suicide commercials and crazy cop-lady dispatcher were hillarious also. One last thing - eyeball rockets. God bless the Japanese.

What a strange and entertainingly random evening. Time now to read some sci-fi.