Guessing from the various dieselpunk pinterest boards, tumblr blogs and the like that I have a look at, I am forced to conclude that most dieselpunks are:
2) in uniform
3) suffering from varying degrees of wardrobe malfunctions.
Of course, this may be due to the owners of said blogs. ;)
What do you say when your girlfriend asks if she can put some of her stuff in your suitcase?
Me suit-casa is your suit-casa.
Yesterday I discovered my dragon voice. Nothing mystical about it, it’s just the voice I used when reading the parts of Dragon in Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys last night.
According to my girlfriend, that I’m reading it to, it sounds a bit like the voice I use for the cat in Coraline.
“He-llo,” it said. “Ding dong. You look remarkably like dinner.”