So this concludes our little experiment here on errordactyl (sorry Maipeisu). I had to rap the photo shoot up in time to go meet a friend and get to the video store before it closed. Plus, I’m not really sure I could drink a whole lot more than 12 shots in an hour-and-a-half anyway. Also, I decided that I wasn’t getting drunk enough fast enough, so I doubled up on the shots for the last outfit here. Talk about the straw that broke the camel’s back. Ooph. I forgot these things take a little time to set in, at least my Hollywood Video experience was fun though.
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Alright girls and boys, it’s day two of the errordactyl fashion blog, and still no word from miss “E”. Even given my best efforts to incite iRiot with comments like:
I can’t believe you think all this crap looks good. I can dress myself better in a drunken stupor. In fact, I did, and I’m posting it on my blog http://www.errordactyl.com, have a nice day.
hey, i’ve got two drinks in me and i’m still the better dressed internet attention whore over here at www.errordactyl.com
Hummm… maybe she understands the “free reign” anarchistic nature of the internet better than I thought. Or maybe she just doesn’t know how to work it (more likely). Anyway, so here’s drink number two and I’m feeling a bit more casual. Today also features a surprise trip to the great out doors…
Alright, so I stumbled across a “fashion” blog a little while ago called the District of Chic. Now aside from being a blog about style in a city that has none, it’s more specifically a blog about the style of a girl that has none. I believe she calls herself “E”, maybe shes afraid someone will try to track her down and beat some (fashion) sense into her.
Anyway, I decided that the only way to deal with this is to do a little fashion blogging of my own, only mine will have a little errordactyl spin on it. The basic premise is this:
HOW DRUNK DO I HAVE TO GET TO BE AS BAD AT DRESSING MYSELF AS “E” IS?
and there is only one way to find out. So the other night I lined up the whisky shots and got to work, with the help of my friend and her digital camera. Here’s how it went down:
1) pick out an outfit
2) put it on
3) take a shot
4) take some pictures
5) repeat over and over again
All of the clothes in these pictures came from my own wardrobe, and I even threw some cheap crap in there just for you miss “E”. Each outfit was conceived of just before I put it on. Over the next few days I will post the chronological progression of the evening.
That’s right, I said it. It seems that everywhere I turn some new organization is on it’s knees ready to suck my dick if I register to vote, paying no mind to my level of political aptitude. Every time it leaves me thinking:
JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN, DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD.
I want to make it clear here that I do not claim to be a political analyst of any kind. Yes, I have a functional knowledge of politics and what’s going on in the world, and I am registered to vote, but I am the first to admit that I am not a political genius by any stretch of the imagination. That being said, look at the people around you and ask yourself it they’re really qualified to choose the next president. Before everyone gets on my case about this, please note:
I AM NOT IN FAVOR OF REVOKING PEOPLES RIGHT TO VOTE.
I just wish that some people didn’t. Take a look at this: