Night of the Living Dead Aristocrat

I return! Well almost. I should (hopefully) get a new review out next week, presuming this week doesn't kill me first. And why, do you ask, am I so late in providing steampunk goodness? The reason is that I am, at the moment, fielding no less than FOUR heavy duty essays which are all due next Monday and two ENORMOUS research papers to be turned in at a later date, the end result being that if the workload doesn't cause me to spontaneously combust it means I've either achieved Nirvana or gained a super power. In the meantime, however, I'm a little nuts, and so instead I will simply provide some pictures of myself.


Me at Halloween. I was a Maenad. NO ONE knew what I was, even the girl dressed as Sookie.


And here I am getting ready for a night on the town and trying not to stare at my phone.


My cactus-that's-supposed-to-look-like-a-rock is blooming. Wait, what?