Slippery When Wet

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New Dana Dark Photo Set, Art Supplies, Sex, Drugs, Office Supplies

Just posted a new Dana Dark photo set to Blue Blood's GothicSluts.com. Was thinking about her, so it seemed like a perfect time to work on getting a set live. There is so much stuff I've shot that I want to show people. Just not enough hours in the day. Not to mention the crazy bandwidth all our stuff runs through every month. Shopping for way too much equipment all at once right now. I need to get another server and new lights and a new camera and and and. Why, oh, why are art supplies not free like sex, drugs, and office supplies?

Meme Quiz Question Thingie: FRESHMAN YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL

Meme question thing snarfed from spikyme and edited for one question I didn't feel like answering and one I totally didn't understand.

FRESHMAN YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL

[What were your three favorite bands?]
Rush, AC/DC, Foreigner

[What was your favorite outfit?]
Colored Calvin Klein jeans and funky old tops that used to be my mom's

[What was up with your hair?]
Big, half-assedly dyed, sort of feathered in front, a lot like it is now

[What did you do after school?]
Play Tunnels & Trolls (like D&D but superior in playability in my estimation at the time), drink, ride my bicycle, make out, do homework, write, go to the beach, go to the Ambassador's pool, go to bars/cafes, go to parties, plan social events

[Where did you work?]
I was 14 and living overseas. I didn't have a job.

[Did you take the bus?]
Sometimes, but it came pretty early in the morning, so sometimes I walked briskly instead and sometimes my parents gave me a ride

[Who did you have a crush on?]
A different person or six every month or two for the most part, especially a guy with the Australian embassy a year behind me named Martin Grellis and a guy whose stepdad did some sort of shady military consulting or something a year ahead of me named (depending on who you asked) either David Morehead or David Calloway (Man, both of them are going to Google themselves and find this . . .)

[Did you fight with your parents?]
No. Sometimes we had heated discussions about staying out late in degenerate places, but generally it was all fine once I got my grades up and kept them up.

[Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?]
No one. We didn't really get American or English language media there.

[Did you smoke cigarettes?]
No, but I kind of liked what they smelled like at the time.

[Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?]
No.

[Did you have a 'clique'?]
No. My school was very small and it was pretty doable to move around amongst various social circles with varied interests. (And look how I turned out)

[Admit it, were you popular?]
Probably. I was new in school that year and was class president the following year there.

[Who did you want to be just like?]
Whoever my true self was, once I figured that out.

[What did you want to be when you grew up?]
Famous writer, senator, and nude model.

[Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?]
High powered corporate exec or attorney, famous writer, senator, and nude model.

[What advice would you give your freshman self?]
Your parents do not know all the answers to life, the universe, and everything and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll be able to figure out your own answers.

Thanks!

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Miss Bunny

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I feel sad

It is probably just the combo of pms and pressure of coming home from an exciting trip to an overwhelming pile of work. Plus I can't drive on my ankle yet and that just didn't seem like a problem in big hotels in Vegas.

Pictures Pictures Pictures!

I've got another day of snapshots from my Vegas trip posted at now. More at this link and links to yet more . . .

I'm back from Vegas!

I'm back from Vegas. Didja miss me ;-) Here are a few photographs sure to, uhm, entertain.



$240,000 bus story at this link and link to more pictures.



Explanation of this photo and link to more at this link.



Background and link to more pix at this link.


These are only snapshots from the first few days, so many more to come.

Vegas, Baby, Vegas

I am so not ready for Vegas. Last year, I had this whole little itinerary of what parties were being thrown by who and when. Oddly, this year, I was invited to the one party I really wanted an invite to last year that I didn't get. A lot of the stuff I wanted to hit last year I missed and I ended up going to a lot of other cool stuff, so it will all pan out I'm sure.

Feeling a little stressed anyway. Trying to get ready while I am hobbling around. Getting pretty good with either one crutch or no crutches though, just still using the brace.

If you are on my friends list and will be in Vegas, please let me know.

I have to go get help picking up my car now. It need fucking $1,000 dollars in upkeep stuff. Damn it. That will teach me to never ever change the oil.

Yay!

I've managed to do a bit of Igor style walking with no crutches and a lot of walking with one crutch.

Just finished doing some contracty work stuff which I am really happy to check off my to do list. HUGE thank you to Kumi, Darenzia, Julie Simone, and everyone who gave me input!

Done about a billion errandy things now that I am more mobile. Feeling much more caught up and super optimistic about the new year. Still have tons more to do before I leave for Vegas. I thought about cancelling the New Year's portion of my trip because I was worried about my foot, but sometimes ya just have to say what the heck. Also, the reservations were semi-nonrefundable and I thought it would be obnoxious to cancel the beginning of my trip after going medieval on my travel agent for screwing up the end of my trip. Needless to say, she fixed it, so I figure she deserves the commission even if I just chill in my room.

Does anyone know a good nonelectronic way to send payments to people in Europe?

I am so looking forward to seeing so many friends in Sin City. I hope I can still tear it up okay. I need to buy new shoes. Hoping I get doc's approval to wear a shoe on my right foot instead of this freaking giant medical appliance. I know I should have decorated it or something, but that just seemed to smack of pessimism.

Off to take a salt bath. My skin has so suffered while I was laid off and deserves a bit of extra TLC now.

I need a hot salt and oil bath.

Oof

Four hours of three different medical offices. And now I get to deal with the travel agent who fucked up my Vegas reservations.

Whisper Whisper

Just for the record, I think the backstabbing and secretive trash talkers who made a site like Fetish Gossip happen have only themselves to blame. However, I think it is just dandy that Scott Church posts naked photos of himself. When I am World Dictator, far more guys will post personal nudes to the internet. Unlike a lot of people who think they are fetish photographers (or whatever term is trendy this week) I shoot my own vision and I shoot both men and women. People need to get over their FEAR OF THE COCK.

Damn It

My ankle hurts and I am hungry and my email has been down all day.

Ow

My ankle really hurts and I'm hungry.

I went out on the town tonight

Tonight I went out again despite the crutches. Wow, is crutching around in the Hollywood Hills not the easiest, but it was a friend's birthday, so I had to go and it was fun to get out. The hostess and Forrest and a writer pal of mine made sure I was a-ok and people were actually super-considerate. Ankle really aches now, but hopefully it will still prove healthy enough to ditch the crutches when I go back to the doctor next week. Here are a few pix from my evening. More at this link. If you appear in any of the pictures, please feel free to repost them in your own journal or personal free site unaltered.



It took me longer than it should have to realize that two of the fun shirtless young circuit-looking boys were actually twins, rather than one really active guy. Kudos to the birthday girl for turning the tables on the usual ratios at Hollywood parties.



The birthday girl and my super helpful friend at lesbian o'clock. Pajama time.



Forrest and longtime pal and editor of gothic.net. I had them give me the serious men of the world pose. They were somewhat agreeable about it.

Up Down Up Down Up Down

Fuck but I feel like I've aged a bunch in the past year. I just feel so old and brittle. Who the fuck takes seven or eight months for a sprain to heal or two months and counting for a tiny little fucking broken bone? I meant to make a doctor's appointment today, but I was in sort of a brain fog and the day just slipped away. I'm sick of being either low blood sugar or feverish. None of the stupid elimination diets work. I get new xrays in a bit over a week and please please please let them show that I can start walking again.

I'm feeling really happy about a bunch of personal stuff. Pleased with my work progress. Eager to hang out with my friends. Looking forward to travel. Super optimistic about the prospects for 2005.

How can I feel so horrible physically but pretty good emotionally and psychologically?

There are just so many little errands I need to run that I can't. I've got a check in a stamped and addressed envelope I want to mail on my desk and I have to wait for someone else to do it for me. Little stuff like that is driving me nuts. I've only been getting groceries like once a week and I'm constantly pissed off at some little thing I can't just go pick up. My skin is all aggravated from the stress and I know I'm putting some pounds on being so immobilized. I figure it is better to gain weight and have my ankle heal now than the avoid the nutrition I need so I don't gain weight but not heal either. But I'm going to need new clothes soon and I won't be able to drive myself.

I feel like I'm on such a roller-coaster. I think about my writing and my photography and my loved ones and I'm so happy. I think about my physical health and I think I should be put down like a horse with a broken . . . err . . . ankle. Neigh.

Goodness

I wonder what Scar was telling me just as Forrest snapped this shot. It was a bit of an adventure clubbing on crutches, but she and Forrest took good care of me.





More pictures with less fog at http://www.blueblood.net/boards/showthread.php?t=2307

I Miss the Zine Explosion

I just meant to post this photo and I shot of Gen from The Genitorturers in a community. Only I ended up writing a lot more about the background of how the shot came to be than I'd set out to.



Just been thinking a lot lately about how the internet was supposed to make it so everybody had access to get their words out. When desktop publishing came along, it permitted all sorts of people, including yours truly, to put their views and aesthetics out there in ways previously mostly available only to the megarich. It seems like a disproporionately small number of internet sites are really publications though. It is harder to get good people to contribute to online magazines than print ones too. Sure, ten million people will see their words or photos instead of thirty-six thousand and now they could get paid for what they do, but somehow very few folks really get it together to produce magazine type content online. I think maybe I will see if I can get Forrest to drive my broken-ankle-having ass to the magazine store later today. Feeling a little nostalgic. Maybe it is the clean air and rainy overcast weather.

Oh, and here is what I wrote about the photo of Gen: We've worked with her a lot over the years. Although we put her on the cover of Blue Blood in print, oddly we have shot her not once, but twice, for magazine covers that ended up not happening. We shot her for the cover of Juggernaut before they sadly went out of business. We also shot her for the cover of a certain supposedly Gothic magazine which was going to take Gen's band credit off of the cover picture because a certain supposedly Gothic mall store told them to. Needless to say, Gen was not too thrilled at the idea of not having her band credited, so we told the magazine they couldn't use the shoot, even though we'd already spent the dough and time on doing it. I figure it is always nice to see Gen anyway and we do work well together and I wasn't about to throw away a long positive relationship just to have one more magazine cover in my clip book portfolio. I sometimes miss the days of the zine explosion where supposedly underground publications genuinely really were trying to service their scenes. Rest of gallery on BlueBlood.net at http://www.blueblood.net/bb_97.html

Happy Scumbag Holidays

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