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What the fuck happened to my LJ font? It’s motherfucking huge and ugly all of a sudden.
I’m really too tired to write. Ted’s been ill, so I’ve covered his shifts, and between that, the endless bombardment of idiocy from my beloved theatre patrons, my body’s shock from the tattoo and the repiercings, and the cold I feel coming on… I’m just fuckin’ done in.
Done in.
So Dee, Karen, and Ingrid… I still need to email you. I tried, but it was all nonsense. I’ll try to get a moment in at work tomorrow — I’ve been the only one in the office for two days now, and I’ve had zero peace.
Onto the tats, as pictures are the only thing I have the energy to post.
Bear in mind that my sleeve isn’t anywhere near done, and the fuckin’ digicam washes out all the color. =P
Wow. LJ really whacked out this last post of mine. Let’s try again.
I was looking through Ted’s portfolio a few days ago. Man, I wish he’d scanned more of his photographs. He’s just… amazing. He brings out so much in his subjects, and his lighting is so compelling…
I was thinking about him today, so I thought I’d chew up some bandwidth by sharing his work. The following photographs are not digitally altered in any way, and are hosted by the fine people at Deviantart.
Note: not work-safe.
From a photo shoot with Gitane Demone.
From a photo shoot with Venus Virus.
Yick. Not the greatest scan by any stretch. It hardly does the photo justice.
One of Collide’s album covers.
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I should dig up some of his old Lip Service photo shoots.
The second workshop in Lon Milo DuQuette’s lecture series is coming up:
PRACTICAL ENOCHIAN MAGICK
Sunday, October 26
4:00 pm to 9:00 pm (with a 1 hr break)
Due to my flubby work schedule, I missed the first lecture. >=(
This one’s a potluck, so any of y’all that will be in attendence will be able to not only bask in Mr. DuQuette’s wit and wisdom, but you will also have the oppertunity to grab a slice of my pumpkin cheesecake. 😉
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HA! I almost forgot to mention…
When I got home from the tattoo parlour, I basically collapsed. My glucose was all wonky, and I was utterly exhausted, so I went into my room and passed out.
I had the most demented dreams about people being genetically manipulated into animals, Dr. Moreau style, but all the animals looked like something out of Meet the Feebles.
Too much LSD in the 80’s.
I can barely write, so this will be another Fishy stream of consciousness. I’m an idiot and had three piercings reopened while I got my Harley Quinn tat filled in. Nina was taking a sandwich break, so I started bullshitting with Clay. I’m not sure how it happened, but he ended up popping in a few insertion pins for me while she ate. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but nay: something about the process dropped my pain threshold to zero, and the next three hours were agony.
Funny. I ended up taking a 6 hour lunch break from work. Laff.
I feel like I got hit by a bus.
More rambling:
At this point, I don’t give a fuck who wins the election tomorrow. I think they’re all pigs, I don’t support ANY of the candidates, and the whole fucking recall is such a disgusting joke and a mockery of the democratic political system… I’m sickened.
I’m also sick of the Golden Dawn newsgroups I belong to. Nothing but politics, infighting and shit-slinging. This, on top of the usual arguments about pointless minutae. It’s enough to make me want to hang up my nemyss in shame.
Hockey season is starting. Life is good.
Antonin Artaud has oddly inspirational lately. Does that sound pompous?
Too many conversations about cocaine today. Made me feel all sketchy. Or that may have been the chais I chugged while in the parlour.
I reread the City of Dreadful Night this evening. I think I need some quiet time.
Going to take my Lobo comics and go to bed now.
Went to see ‘Underworld’ on my lunch break. As it’s a Saturday and the theatre was dark, there was no one there to notice that Ted and I disappeared for a bit.
T’was nice.
Fritted away the afternoon in the office doing nothing productive whatsoever.
Came home early-ish. Half-watched the fight with the boys. Had quality couch time with my consort.
Spent the majority of the rest of the evening tightening my dreads — a chore I truly hate. Consequentially, they’re looking pretty fuckin’ shabby. My hands are raw, and my neck is killing me. I know I need to do the girly thing more often, and actually tend to my vanity, but fuck — it feels like such a waste of time.
Watched ‘Stealing Harvard’.
Now I’m going to sift through comics and go to bed.
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Dee, if you’re reading this m’dear — did you get my email? Buggerin’ thing is down again, so I have no clue whether it moved. =P
