Never judge us: We're all damned.

June's been a fairly dressy sort of a month so far. I've worn 4 (count 'em!) dresses in the past two weeks — Morgann said to me on Tuesday night that I was the Queen of the Pretty Dresses.

It's funny, because I don't think anyone would have said something like that non-sarcastically to me a year ago. Six months ago, even. Weird to think about, but true. It's not that I'm not the same snappy, horrifyingly judgemental, vaguely tomboyish Sarcasmo of a person I've always been — because I totally am that person — it's that I just have more occasions for the pretty now.

Which is fun.

But please stab me if I start wearing make-up or some crap like that every day. It means aliens have taken over my brain, and I just can't abide by that.

. . .

Two fascinating links:

Escher for Real: I've been obsessed with M.C. Escher ever since I was a little girl. My parents, of course, obliged me by stocking my shelves with fat hardbound editions of everything the man ever etched and buying me t-shirts from wacky catalogues that depicted The Bond of Union, among other things.

So it should go without saying that it makes my black little heart skip a tiny beat to see these 3D depictions that someone went to all that trouble of modeling and making. Awesome and even better than the Escher sliding puzzles I used to play with on the bus.

Mathematical LEGO® Sculptures: I don't remember where I first saw this linked a few months ago, but suffice it to say that I thought it was pretty rad. As the author states on the page:

There is a very obvious contrast between the medium and the content in these models. The fun is in producing something that lets the eye shift back and forth between seeing something angular and bricky, and seeing something smooth."