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Leslie

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's Not!

About Me

When I was a debutante I often used to go to the Zoological Gardens. I'd go there so often I knew the animals better than the young ladies of my own age. It was in fact to get away from people that I found myself everyday at the Zoo. The animal I knew the best was a young hyena. She knew me, too; she was very intelligent; I taught her French and in return she taught me her language. We spent many a pleasant hour this way.
On the first day of May, my mother was arranging a ball in my honor; for nights on end I suffered; I've always hated balls, especially those given in my honor.
On the morning of the First of May 1934, very early, I paid the hyena a visit. "It's a dammed nuisance," I told her, "I have to go to my ball this evening."
"You're lucky," she said, "I'd be glad to go. I don't know how to dance, but I know how to make conversation, anyway."
"There'll be lots of things to eat," I said. "I've seen trucks full of food coming up to the house."
"And you complain," relied the hyena, in disgust. "I eat once a day, and you should see the stuff they give me!"
I had a daring idea, I almost laughed: "Why don't you go in my place?"
"We don't look enough alike, otherwise I'd go all right," said the hyena, a bit sad.
"Listen," said I, "under the evening lights it isn't too easy to see; if you're dressed up a bit, among the crowd they won't notice. Then again, we're about the same height. You are my only friend, I beg of you." She thought things over, I knew she wanted to accept.
"Consider it done," she said suddenly.
It was very early in the day, there were not many keepers about. Quickly I opened the cage and in a few moments we were in the street. I took a taxi, and at home everyone was in bed. In my room I took out the dress I was to wear that evening. It was a little long and the hyena had trouble walking on the high heels of my shoes. I found some gloves to disguise her hands, too hair to resemble mine. When the sun reached my room she walked several times up and down, more or less upright. We were so busy that my mother, who was coming to say good morning to me, almost opened the door before the hyena had hidden under my bed. "There's a nasty smell in your room," said my mother, opening a window. "Before tonight you'll take a bath scented with my new salts." - "All right," I said. She didn't stay long. I think the smell was too strong for her.
"Don't be late for breakfast," said my mother, leaving my room.
The biggest problem was finding a disguise for her face. Hours and hours we tried; she turned down all of my suggestions. At last she said: "I think I know a solution. Do you have a maid?"
"Yes," I said, perplexed.
"Well, there you are. You'll ring for the maid and when she comes in we'll pounce on her and we'll tear her face off. I'll wear her face this evening in place of my own."
"That's not sensible," I said. "She'll probably be dead when she has no face left; someone will surely find the body and we'll go to prison."
"I'm hungry enough to eat her," replied the hyena.
"And what about the bones?"
"Them, too," she said. "Well, do you agree?"
"Only if you promise to kill her before tearing her face off; it'll hurt too much otherwise."
"Right, it's all the same to me."
I was ringing for Mary the maid, somewhat nervous. I wouldn't have done so if I didn't hate balls so. When Mary came in I turned to the wall so as not to see. I admit it was over quick. A short cry and that was the end. While the hyena was eating, I looked out of the window. A few minutes later she said: "I can't eat any more; both of the feet are still left, but if you have a bag I'll eat them later in the day."
"You'll find in the closet a bag embroidered with the fleur de lys. Empty out the handkerchiefs in there and take that one." She was doing as I had told her. The she said: "Turn around now and look how beautiful I am!"
In front of the mirror the hyena was admiring herself in Mary's face. She had eaten carefully all around the face so that just what she needed was left. "Yes indeed, you've made a good job of it," I said. Towards evening, when the hyena was all dressed, she announced: "I feel in fine form. I've the impression I'll be a big success tonight."
When we had heard the music downstairs for some time, I said to her: "Go on, now, and remember not to stand next to my mother: she'd know it wasn't me, for sure. Apart from her, I know nobody. Good luck." I kissed her as she left but she did have a strong smell. Night had come. Tired out by the emotions of the day, I took a book and, near the open window, I gave myself over to rest. I remember I was reading Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift. It was perhaps an hour after that the first sign of something untoward came. A bat entered by the window, uttering little cries. I'm terribly afraid of bats. I hid behind a chair, my teeth chattering. I was hardly on my knees when the sound of beating wings was drowned out by a loud noise at my door. My mother came in, pale with fury. "We had just sat down to eat," she said, "when that thing in your place gets up and cries, 'I smell a bit strong, eh? Well I don't eat cake.' Then she tore off her face and ate it. With one bound she disappeared through the window."

My Interests

Martial arts, comic books, zombie movies, 60's and 70's rock, dancing, road rage, knitting, dungeons and dragons, kung fu movies, polaroids, imaginary friends, useless knowledge, roundhouse kicks, dead baby jokes, kittens, strange pets, paranoid conspiracy theories, random phobias, drunk dialing, Bruce Lee, exquisite corpses, cult followings, unconventional ideologies, alchemical symbols, mockery, sparkles, vigilante justice, feminism and most of all I HATE COMMON SENSE

I'd like to meet:

People who will go here:

Music:

the Beatles, the Velvet Underground, the Clash, Suede, Pulp, Elastica, the Bluetones, the Magnetic Fields, the Shins, Jonathan Richman, the Modern Lovers, Joy Division, the Pixies, Three Colours Red, Sleater-Kinney, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mansun, the Manic Street Preachers, Gang of Four, Talking Heads, the Cure, Siouxsie & the Banshees, the Stooges, David Bowie, the Ramones, the Super Furry Animals, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, the White Stripes, Ash, Kenickie, Helen Love, Kill Hannah, Wilco, the Undertones

Movies:

Harold & Maude, Roman Holiday, Harvey, Ghost World, Zoolander, Princess Mononoke, the Dark Crystal, Big Lebowski, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Enter the Dragon, Labryinth, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill, Secret of Nimh, American Splendour, Svankmajer's Faust, Army of Darkness, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Dr. Strangelove

Television:

Daily Show, Southpark, the Office, Lost, Futurama, Family Guy, Stephen Colbert Show, Heroes, Battlestar Galatica, Star Trek: Next Generation, House, 30 Rock

Books:

Promethea, the Invisibles, the Watchmen, On the Road, the Neverending Story, Harry Potter, Song of Ice and Fire Series, Picture of Dorian Gray, the Analects of Confucius, His Dark Materials, Harry Potter

My Blog

Why have there been no great female comic books fans? Well, actually...

I think I'll just re-post here from my elll-jay.So, re-posted from the livejournal:There is an argument that seems to be very popular in the world of comics bloggers when they are disputing feminist c...
Posted by Leslie on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 04:31:00 PST

Uhh, wow

So yeah, I guess I like never update this thing anymore.If you really care about the grumblings of patriarchy and beer, go to my livejournal.If you do not know what my livejournal is, take a lucky gue...
Posted by Leslie on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 07:47:00 PST

SPIDER-MAN 3!

YUSSS Spider-man 3 opens this weekend! And it centers around my favorite Spider-man storyline of all time...now if only they could squeeze in the creation of Carnage in there too, then I would be stok...
Posted by Leslie on Wed, 02 May 2007 08:10:00 PST

What's my daemon!

Are you cool enough to have read the His Dark Materials trilogy? Or are you only kind of cool, so you'll probably read it after the movies and pretend like I never recommended it to you before then? O...
Posted by Leslie on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 08:46:00 PST

More against the case of abstinence-only

Go read this article: The Virus and WomenHere's probably the most disturbing eye-opener from the article:Worldwide, 80 percent of women newly infected with HIV are practicing monogamy within a marriag...
Posted by Leslie on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:06:00 PST

Yay for me!!!

I got a job!!I'll be assisting the senior sales rep at Luna Textiles. It's a sweet deal, and I can give my other two jobs two weeks notice. I'm way stoked!
Posted by Leslie on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 06:31:00 PST

Blahblahblah

WheeeeEEeeeEEEEeeeee, job hunting. I didn't land the fancy job at the extremely high-end antiques gallery. Which might've been a good thing, because I'm just not ready to have to wear a suit every day...
Posted by Leslie on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 08:00:00 PST

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS

I'm now the proud owner of one of those cool nerf footballs that make noise when you throw them and a nerf basketball and hoop. Soon as the weather in San Francisco stops being a bitch then it's all a...
Posted by Leslie on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 09:02:00 PST

Women in Refrigerators

So today was officially my last day of college.Yikes.i pretty much spent this semester focused on my project on Women in Refrigerators syndrome in superhero comic books (google it to find Gail Simone'...
Posted by Leslie on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 07:32:00 PST

I know everyone else is doing it, BUT...

...I'm gonna do it anyway. Read this blog: Occasional Superheroine Start at the bottom of the page, then read from there. This is the story of Video Store Girl, a former assistant editor for DC, and t...
Posted by Leslie on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 10:49:00 PST