I officially love this woman and her broken English.
Screencapped from her site: Intimfitness.com
I am not rich. But somewhere in a parallel universe there’s a version of me that is – that bitch — and she goes on wild spending sprees and doesn’t care about the practicality of her purchases.
In this universe, I (Proper Genevieve) grew up with a rickety, wooden four-poster bed that was in danger of falling apart thanks to my proclivity for hanging off the columns while I pretended I was a superhero adventurer of some sort. In that parallel universe, Other Genevieve (that rich bitch) has a bunk bed shaped like a castle — a castle.
“Yesterday Tims, Amanda, Loquacious Muse, and I ecstatically set forth to see about this new-fangled “Imagination Park” that the rebranded SyFy channel has set up in New York City’s Rockefeller Center…”
For the rest of the post and our video tour of the park, head over to The Ecstatic Truth. (Link fixed.)
I look at a lot of things and think, “This could be better — ” but I’ve rarely ended that sentence with ” — if only someone added some blood splatter!”
Fortunately (?) for me, there are people out there who do that kind of thinking. You’ll find a number of creatively (fake) blood-splattered items for sale around the net but, let’s face it, not everyone can accurately recreate the feeling and effect of actual blood splatter.
By now you’ve heard me mention a mysterious podcast about a dozen times over. And while I’ve shown you behind-the-scenes footage (here and here) I’ve yet to give you anything real. That all changes now. Today I can — finally! — reveal something substantial from our video podcast, The Ecstatic Truth.