1) I don’t like steampunk. There, I said it. Doesn’t do a damn thing for me. I understand the components of the thing, but I see no aesthetic in taking something that was lovely or functionally Victorian in its’ own right, and sticking a bunch of brass stampings and gears all over it. Or taking something mechanical that was perfectly fine on its’ own and trying to make it look like it belongs in a tea parlour or an Egyptian tomb. Bleck.
2) I loathe Regretsy. Don’t get me wrong - I am full of more than my fair share of schadenfreude, and I am not really a very nice person. But I also go out of my way to avoid stirring up too much shit, and I like Wil Wheaton’s “Don’t Be a Dick” rule as a rule for living. Yeah, so some people make some whacked out stuff. You don’t like it, don’t look, and don’t buy it.
So there’s that.
Not having great days, lately. Adding some postal fail to that this morning isn’t helping. :\ I’m not here much…wherever here is.