I shouldn’t have agreed to work the Chicago show tonight. First off, I hate Chicago. Secondly, I have a fuckload of Alchemy Lab-related work to do tonight.

But most pressing: I’m burnt out.

At least it’s close enough to the end of the season that I’m actually going to /attend/ a few shows:

White Stripes on the 21st.
Manson on Oct 10th.
Aerosmith / Kiss on Oct 18th.
The Cramps on Halloween.

I’ll be working half the night for three of those, so it’s a bit like getting paid to nurse beer and hang out. 😉 To be honest, working a show detracts from the fun of attending in a lot of ways, namely that I spent all night loathing all the patrons that I’m about to go in and socialize with.

This job is making me more and more cynical and misanthropic every day.

Ugh. Chicago.

~:|shudder|:~

It doesn’t help my mood… that every fuckin’ patron that I dealt with today was a motherfucking moron.

Rude. Stupid. Stubborn. Entitled. Dickheads.

You can’t imagine the dickhead crowd that’s going to be in attendance tonight.

On a lighter note, I’m thinking about changing the color of my dreads. It’s probably a very stupid idea, but I’m getting extremely bored with black. I was considering just tying in some double-ended dreads with my natural ones, but the weight is already neck-breakingly awful… a few more ounces of hair might snap my neck for good.

Digression: I think this will mark the 5th time I’ve seen the Cramps on or around Halloween.

So, do I blow more money on another pair of Swear’s, or do I actually fix my transmission?

They’re on sale, fer Chrissakes.

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This morning’s silliness brought to you by wiccania

In my past life…

I spend more money on books and plants than I do on shoes.

That can’t be right.

I know that I should be saving my nickels and dimes to stuff into my advertising budget, but I can’t seem to find a way to curb my compulsive online shopping tic.

Today’s acquisitions:
3000 Black Peony poppy seeds
200 Bowels Black viola seeds
A buttload of mixed monkey flower seeds
the Dictionary of Imaginary Places
Classic Victorian and Edwardian Ghost Stories
Victorian Ghost Stories: An Oxford Anthology
Grimm’s Grimmest
Another edition of the Book of Enoch
The Gods of Change: Pain, Crisis and the Transits of Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
The Astrology of the Golden Dawn
The Enochian Experiments of the Golden Dawn
Hekate Soteira

And my 5th replacement copy of 777 — thank you, Wednesday, for chomping ANOTHER one.

This, after spending $60 on comics and Gaiman’s Endless Nights yesterday.

And then I wonder why I’m always broke. =)

I’ll tell ya, though… I have an ass-kicking garden and a great library.

Plucked from alyra_ryvre…

This is pretty silly, but given my choice of occupation, I just had to do it. 😉

Tis even more amusing, since I spent a portion of last night sowing another billion Grandpa Ott’s, Crimson Rambler, Pearly Gates and Kniola’s Black morning glory seeds along the fences surrounding out house.

There’s some shady stuff going on around the shop. First, someone buys a ton of our oils and then relabels them as her own. Then I get a slew of “Where do you buy your bottles?” inquiries. Then I find out people are trying to register the .net and .org versions of BPAL’s URL.

Am I paranoid, or is something fucky going on here?

I saw this on blackrayne’s LJ (who got it from archel), and it was serendipitous, in a way. I needed to write this. I love Ted with all my heart, but in the midst of all the constant daily bullshit that surrounds us – work, traffic, bills, what have you – I think that I sometimes take him for granted. I sometimes take /us/ for granted. And sometimes when I’m bombarded with crap, I forget to be as kind as I should be, I forget to listen to him, and I don’t treat him with as much love and respect as he deserves.

This helped remind me why I fell in love, and why I continue to love him more and more every day of my life.

20 Things I Love About My Puddin’:

1. He has the most charming personality.
2. He has the cleverest, cutest, silliest sense of humor and always makes me laugh.
3. He shares my geeky love of AD&D, video games, comic books and pulp sci fi and fantasy novels.
4. He is my muse and my inspiration. Without him, I would still be agonizing through my aeons-long writer’s block.
5. He’s a jock. I love that. Watching him play sports is such a twisted, incredible turn on. This one stance he has when he’s in goal is so cocky… so rakish… it’s just immensely sexy.
6. There’s something about our dynamic that compels me to want more from my life, for us. His presence is somehow impetus for me to always strive to be a better, stronger, more creative person.
7. He is very supportive of all of my goals and aspirations.
8. The way he smells will always make me feel warm, sentimental and wistful. The moment that I fell in love with him is encapsulated in that scent, and its correlation to a happy time is so strong that whenever I’m angry or frustrated with him, all I need to do is catch that mixture of white musk on the air, and I’m placated.
9. He is a true gentleman. Impeccable manners.
10. He has the most beautiful hair that I have ever seen, and I love the way his skin feels. His smile is as genuine, bright and guileless as a kid’s.
11. I’ve never seen eyes like his: like shattered ice, clear and winter blue.
12. He is honest, just, and compassionate, without an ounce of malice in his soul.
13. When I first called his answering machine, he had a Byron quote on the recording.
14. He is wonderful with kids, and will make a perfect father someday.
15. He has the most incredibly interesting stories to tell, whether he realizes it or not.
16. He has, without fail, been there for me through every painful, terrible crisis, and has helped me come through it sanely.
17. He can read my mind so clearly that I have (no joke!) never been able to win a single game of rock/paper/scissors.
18. He’s a Victorian cowboy in ghoulie clothing. When he dresses up for an occasion, my heart stops. To me, his beauty is beyond measure, and he has flawless taste and style.
19. He’s as sick and perverse as I am.
20. He loves our dogs as much as he would love his own flesh and blood.

It’s been a long, semi-productive day.

Ted, Brian and I went to Eddie Izzard’s opening night performance last night. We had killer seats: 4th row, floor – one of the benefits of working in this industry. The show was simply phenomenal, but I will say that I preferred his schtick in the Dressed to Kill Tour.

Once in a while, it’s nice to go to a show that you’re not working.

The best part was… that Ted got all dolled up. We used to go out so often, years ago, and as much as I love him (and think he’s adorable) when he’s in Levi’s and a tee, there’s something about him when he’s in his frock coat and cravat, or when he’s in Ghoulie Cowboy mode… it’s just… nice. Reminds me of when I fell in love.

But enough of that sentimental shit. I spent today working on orders for the Lab, messing with the site update, and testing some of my personal alchemical mixtures. Fairly fruitful, and would have been moreso if I hadn’t had a fuckall terrible headache to contend with all damn day. That’s what I get for having a beer at the show. I’m such a candyass about liquor lately. Total lightweight. Caught the tiniest buzz, and had to grunt through the entire next day. Idiotic. I do recall the days when I could chug a fifth of Jack with nary a burp, but those days are long gone. Who thought I’d end up so clean just by virtue of being too goddamn busy to be bad?

But I digress.

I was able to acquire a pound each of some amazingly good quality red musk and Egyptian amber – it cost me a ton, but it was well worth it. Within the span of about 10 business days, I should be fully restocked and ready to go live with the Equinox update. Now it’s just a matter of making sure the site stays up, and that ANY email gets through to us. I hate to resort to this, but if the problems don’t get resolved soon, I’m going to have to find us another host. I can’t take any more of this aggravation. Between this and the intermittent shipping problems, I’m not getting any sleep at night, and my blood pressure is skyrocketing.

Let’s see… what else happened today? I planted some purple cotton-bally looking guys in the yard, took Brian to the airport, and then came home and worked on the comic with Ted. We had an amazing epiphany regarding one difficult aspect of the story, and it’s flowing even better than before. It’s becoming mre twisted, true, but it’s coming closer to being the hapy medium between my thick metaphorical magickal bombardment and Ted’s love of good, old fashioned BAM! POW! WHOOSH! I am beyond pleased with its progress. Now if I can only find the time to get together with our artist…