And we live beneath the waves

Random notes:
Because I don't have enough to do, I'm working on a few mix discs. The NIN disc, the Ar Noir disc, plus a waltz disc a tango disc a pirates disc and one inspired by Aelf and Rose called Mare Undarum, with art work from the gorgeous images at http://www.lpi.usra.edu/resources/mapcatalog/LAC/index.shtml
I love maps. I love the moon. I love Latin. I love the names of the seas and oceans on the moon. This site makes my nipples hard.
( Hah. Edited to add the playlist. I think. Projected playlist anyway. )

Also? I read this article about the massive megahog farms and the pork we eat in Rolling Stone and am very pleased to find it on the web so I can repost it in all its disgusting squalor and environmental taint for others to read.

Oo, rock me, Amadeus

In an effort to avoid talking about work, which is making me weep openly today with its heinous clusterfuckery and ineptitude, I instead do the 'Your Favorite Icon' meme, in which I volunteer to tell you which icon of yours inspires the most fondness, artistic appreciation or uncontrollable giggles in me, and I ask if you would be so kind as to repost this meme in your own journal so that replication is completed.
And those of you who have known me for a while will recall me mourning the loss of my pr0n DVD a couple of years back. A couple of years was apparently the amount of time it took me to relisten to Neville Marriner conducting St. Martin's in the Fields in performances of Mozart's last five symphonies. Because there, tucked into the jewel case, was my pr0n! And I'm still annoyed that they cut the 39th in half in order to fit the performances onto two discs.
You know, that whole last paragraph probably says a lot about me.