| Aborted revamp |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|01:41 am] |
So, I was intent on deleting my entire LJ and starting anew. But LJ doesn't have a Delete All This Crap button, so after trying to delete everything individually, I decided, fuckit.
So. There you go.
Keep an eye out for more recent posts in the future, because boy howdy is it going to get exciting soon. |
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| I am such a geek. |
[Aug. 31st, 2004|11:12 am] |
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I'm going to name my next cat Obey. So when I introduce it to people I can say, "This is Obey my cat." |
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| O roy o and a diddle dum dandy, I want a man who will tickle my fancy |
[Aug. 25th, 2004|08:13 am] |
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| | A Wife's Lament -- Thryce Wycked Wenches | ] |
Quote of the day: "If I can wear this while hanging by my toes or hauling my ass over my head, I think it can handle retail." In response to my manager's worries that I would flash customers if I had to climb a ladder in a skirt.
Tattoo update (Pops', not mine.) The picture is sideways 'cause I just woke up and I'm lazy. Still have to finish shading the suit and the gun, and possibly the face if I can get ahold of some peach ink. The patchy bits aren't overworked, just bloody.
(poppy, if you still can't see it, tell me and I'll send it to you in email.)
That's James Cagney if you can't tell. And if you can't, not my fault. I didn't draw the original art. Also, you might not have known who Cagney is, you cultureless swine.
Today is payday. I will not have enough to get my tattoo this week. I mourn. I will, however, have enough to eat things like food. I rejoice. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2004|08:16 am] |
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Okay, I need one of these. Or, better yet, a lifetime subcription. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2004|08:12 am] |
If I believed in a god of rain, I would worship his ass off right now.
It's raining so good.
'Bout time. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2004|05:06 am] |
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| | Ode to my Employer -- Circus Contraption | ] |
I sort of updated my icons. The other ones were hard to read and un-sexy, although I didn't change much. These, in contrast, are so sexy your genitals will explode.
I'm lying. They probably won't.
I think I stole Sex Kitten from the artist. If I did, I formaly apologize to the artist, because I couldn't figure out who you were or how to give you credit. I promise I'm not pretending it's my own or making money off of it.
Unless anyone wants to pay me. Which is totally fine.
Oh, just a side note... my mom is dating a man named David Lynch, and is officialy the coolest person I know. |
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| Every color in the mood ring, baby. |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|10:27 pm] |
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| | Stalk of Wheat -- TMBG | ] |
Is it weird that my greatest source of inspiration is proving myself wrong? A conversation I just had:
Me: Gods I suck.
Me: No I don’t. I rock. I’ll show you! Fuck you, bitch! And the elephant you rode in on! Hah hah! I am full of wit and talent! You are the one who sucks!
Anyhow... the tattooing is coming along swimmingly. I need to track down some pig ears to practice shading on, ‘cause I already rock at line work and that’s all one can do on honeydews. The accordion is very... accordion-like... and I still suck at writing songs. No arguments there.
I think I’m going to work at the Halloween store again this year. That was fun. Anyone who wants to suckle off my employee discount, c’mon down. |
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[Jul. 29th, 2004|03:47 am] |
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| | South Carolina -- John Linnell | ] |
Coli go insane now.
Twitch. Twitch.
Should have invested in an interest that doesn't involve the use of hands. In retrospect, not surprising I developed tendonitis.
Wreck!
Observe the front wheel spinning upside down.
Wreck!
The red reflector fragments strewn around.
Wreck!
The back wheel's 'o' is now a letter 'd.'
Wreck!
I was an 'i' and now I am a 'v.'
Crash my bicycle, crash my bicycle, in a big South Carolina wreck I crash my bicycle. |
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| Broken |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|11:57 pm] |
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| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Maine -- John Linnell | ] |
An update.
My wrist isn't getting any better. It's possibly getting worse. I can hardly grip anything, and when I do there's a popping sound/feeling after which I can't grip any harder. I'm taking it as not a good sign, and am calling a clinic as soon as it isn't Way Too Late anymore. I dread getting a cast, but yes, I know it'll only be worse if I don't get it taken care of. The thought alone makes me feel all blubbery and wiffled. Of course there's also a chance I'm being a complete whimp and it's only a minor thing. Here's hoping.
A good thing that has come of it is that it has only concreted my adoration of aerials. I'm in pain and I can't do anything I love to do, but given the choice between this and having never tried or never trying again, no contest. It's imperative to have that sort of passion. I didn't have any sort for way too long, and it's nice to have so many things to strive for now. Even if I can't do a single one right now.
Got my tattoo kit. It's shiny and blue and I can't wait to use it! Until then, I plan to use it as the world's most X-TREEM vibrator. ;)
Also can't wait to get my accordion. Have been reading up on repairs/upkeep of them, and am anticipating a good week of tweeking since it's an older one and they're aparently not as sturdy as one might believe. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2004|02:29 am] |
Mucho insane thankness to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) poppycat and dssyenon for my domain! I can't thank either of you enough! Squee! SQUEE! I'll tell everyone else what it is when I get something on it. Squeeeee! |
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[Jul. 20th, 2004|09:05 pm] |
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This reeeaaallllyyy sucks. I'm feeling all better, except for my right wrist, which I can hardly move without pain. And being a right-handed artist, that's one of my favorite bits. So. I can't draw, and being that I hand write everything, my writing has been inhibited as well. It hurts to type, and I have to use the mouse left-handed. I can't silkscreen, so until I'm healed my only income has been put on hold. I'm using my hand as little as possible, keeping it wrapped up, and icing it relatively often.
No matter how frustrated I am, in the future I really need to pay more attention when my body tells me to stop. I've known injury was inevitable since I started, so it's not too much of a surprise, but I had hoped it would be something less essential. I'm going insane without my creative outlets. I only hope it's feeling better by Sunday so I can use my tattoo gun.
On a lighter note:
My dad: "So, Gigi bought a $3,000 cat named Latte."
Me: "... Does she know that in the case of cats, more expensive doesn't mean better quality?"
Clearly, she doesn't. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2004|10:02 pm] |
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I’ve decided to be glad that aerials is over for a month. I need some time to nurse my wounded ego. Also my wounded other things. I overdid it today with the combination of still being sore from silkscreening. Coming down from the trap at one point I heard a dull pop and a big pain in my right shoulder for a few seconds. Then it wouldn’t cooperate I couldn't get tricks that I've been able to do since day one, and now it really hurts. So do both of my wrists. I think I pulled a few things; am swathed in ice packs. But I’m still disappointed about the progress, lack of progress, that I've made. Still can't get the fucking ball.
I won an accordion. A vintage 120 base, for $20 not including shipping. I hope it’s in as good a condition as the seller says. It needs a bit of polishing, but reportedly plays well. I love Ebay.
What else? The carpet cleaner who said he’d be there around 9am called at 1pm to say he was running late, and left around 2. Which means no sleep for me. Now I’m too discontent with myself to sleep. But I have healing coffee, so yay.
Now it hurts too much to type, so I go. |
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| This could lead to excellence. Or serious injury. Only one way to know. |
[Jul. 19th, 2004|10:22 am] |
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| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Trytaphane -- Mono Puff | ] |
I want an accordion. Actually, I want to start writing music, and I find it neigh impossible to do without the use of an instrument, and an accordion seems like a good choice. Many of my favorite musicians play accordions. John L. from TMBG, that girl from Uncle Bonsai... the occasional clown... it’s just a wonderful, under appreciated musical instrument. Also guitars are too cliché, and pianos are too importable. He-lloo Ebay.
Am also teaching myself ukulele, because I have one already, and why play anything predictable?
Why am I awake at this ungodly hour, you ask? Okay, I ask. Because people are coming to shampoo the rugs. I have had fifteen minutes of sleep, and I am a zombie.
One aerials class left this summer, tonight. Am both sad and something else. Had a terrible one last week, in which everyone in history who has ever touched a rope got asked into the advanced class except me. That’s a complete lie, but that’s how it felt seeing so many people there who had started later than me, while I was stuck at the kiddie’s table. No one to blame but myself though, and I have improved an amazing amount since I started. I can touch my toes bending forward. I can do push-ups. I can climb a rope, although I can’t do a whole ton of other things on one. It’s just a matter of time. I’m stubborn, and I want this, and I get what I want, especially if it’s something that I have the control to effect. Which I do. I’ve started actually squeegeeing signs at the shop, which will improve my grip insanely quickly, which is my weakest point right now.
What else? Oh. Great trapeze quote, from the first ep of Dead Like Me season two. I know it hasn’t aired yet. Don’t ask how I got it.
“My parents took me and my little sister to the circus every year. I liked the trapeze the best, the Flying Willendas or whatever they were called. Not the death-defying stuff, the mid-air quadruple flips and near misses. I covered my eyes for that. What I liked was the part at the end, where they bounced into the net and jumped up with that big Willenda smile, the 'Tada!' part. Tada. I loved that. It meant, ‘I’m safe.’”
Later…
“My short life was like our family outings to the circus. It wasn’t so bad. A bit with a clown, some cotton candy. And just when things got interesting I covered my eyes. I know what that Willenda smile at the end was about. Why they were so happy with their mid air flips and near misses. They were happy because they were brave enough to be themselves. I mean, if you’re a Willenda, you have to climb up that ladder. You have to grab that trapeze bar. If you’re a Willenda, you have to jump off, eyes wide open." |
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[Jul. 11th, 2004|05:31 am] |
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| | whum whum whum in my ears | ] |
Guess who bought herself a brand spanky new tattoo kit! You guessed right! Elvira, Mistress of the dark!!
I kid. It was me, the other mistress of darkness. I asked Aaron a bunch of questions about it, then I said I wanted to buy one, and he was so nice he threw in six 1oz bottles of the primarily colors and a bunch of extra needles for free. He even talked me out of getting the Super Expensive kit, 'cause I'll only need one machine starting out and he didn't want to take all my money. I get to pick it up July 25th, 'cause he has to make up the machine all special.
This means I have to buy a bunch of pig's ears an melons to practice on. It also means that I'm gonna need a few guinea pigs eventually. So anyone out there in my area looking for a relatively uncomplicated tat, if you wait a few months I'll do it for the cost of materials. I promise if there's any chance I might screw it up, I'll tell you and refuse to do it until I'm comfortable that I can do a perfect job.
Sleep time is now! Then it will be coffee time, followed shortly by work time for a very long time. Then aerial time! For the first time in a month! Yaaaaay! |
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[Jun. 30th, 2004|10:48 pm] |
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I don't have anything interesting to say. I just wanted everyone to know that my brother bought a case of otter pops. OTTER POPS! Aahhh, the kitchy nostalgia. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|03:14 pm] |
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Okay, Seattle monkeys! Dig out this Sunday's Seattle Times! In the "Pacific Northwest" insert, page seven, is an article about Lara's aerial class! I'm mentioned not in it and it's completely full of bunk, but damnit, my class was featured in the paper! |
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[Jun. 18th, 2004|02:00 am] |
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The brightest, loudest, rainiest, BESTEST thunder storm is happening right now! I'm gonna go dance in the rain and not stand under trees! |
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| Support our troups: fund the arts! |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|04:36 pm] |
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| | artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | TMBG -- Reprehensible | ] |
So so so happy, aerials for the first time in SIX WEEKS! Not so happy: haven't had a period since a week before my last aerials class... hmmm. No worries, though, not like I've gotten any.
My latest ambitions: Become human blockhead. (Done!) Learn to sword swallow. (In progress.) Make bed'o'nails, learn to walk on it, then learn to walk on hands on it. (I think it's possible if I toughen my hands, and have the nails close enough together. Never heard of it done before. Maybe I'll be the first.)
| How to make a colimbina |
Ingredients:
5 parts mercy
1 part humour
5 parts beauty |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Top it off with a sprinkle of caring and enjoy! |
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[Jun. 12th, 2004|04:09 pm] |
http://www.angelfire.com/blues/spookyblues/Del/Del.html
Crappy pictures. Don't do it justice. I'm really sad that poppy will probably never get to see it in person, unless she asks Neil Gaiman for a peek when we're both famous and good freinds of his. ;P But I invite anyone closer to me to come on over and oggle it while it's still here.
Now comes the hard part... convincing Neil to accept it. Must write a magnificent email to him, and find a host of the pics that doesn't have popups so as not to inflict them on the Almighty Gaiman.
Off! |
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