Smack

I wish I could digitally smack each and every person who has no freaking idea who Hunter S. Thompson was or what his cultural significance was . . . but who wants to pretend that this is a special dark day for them and give them extra sympathy because they are so fucking literate. I remember a time when no one expected everyone in the club to be faking having a nice big brain. I remember when there was an actual point of commonality if a topic like this came up.

Pours

I've got enough of a cold to not be firing on all cylinders but not enough of a cold to feel like just curling up and doing nothing. It has been raining bizarrely hard for days. Between the decongestant and the freakish weather, I feel like I am in some sort of alternate dimension.

I cancelled my physical therapy for tomorrow. I need to finish answering the questions for two email interviews. I need to fill out the paperwork for a convention I'm speaking at. I need to edit some photos and articles.

What I really want to do is run around naked in the rain.

Hunter S. Thompson

I have this sinking feeling that if Hunter S. Thompson felt it was time to give up the good fight, then we are all fucked. Of course, I have a cold, so maybe that is the fever speaking.

Hotness!

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I finished posting the next to last day of my Vegas snapshots. Can't believe it has been this long, but I've just been so swamped. Mostly with work I am happy about, but a whole heck of a lot of it. The pix from this night were from the most fun party of the trip, thrown by my friend the incomparable Abby. I'm going to do an actual article about it on Blue Blood dot net later. For now you can play name that rockstar at this link.

Public vs. Private

The internet makes it so that I feel like I can never talk anything out. I just keep any concern I have bottled up. Probably taking years off my life doing that, but I feel like I am always on trial. Other people can fuck up all the time, but I'm not allowed to have a five minute lapse in judgement. Then again, I guess I hold myself to a higher standard too.

Oh fuck it. I can't even make this post. I wanted this to be a personal journal, but everyone uses the stupid journaling services as public announcement boards these days. Which is better than the organized spam of myspace, but still, ugh. I wanted to have a journal for my not-ready-for-primetime thoughts and insights. I wanted to be able to get the kind of feedback I used to be able to get by walking into the living room of my punk rock group house. Only, if I post an idea for something I'm going to work on in the future, the people who read my journal for ideas all have to jump on my train. At least if I wait until after I've done the thing, then the trainjumpers are more obvious. But it sucks for getting useful input beforehand. Plus everyone reading assumes that everything must be about them personally and maybe they should either take offense or feel overly important or convince someone else to get bent out of shape or envious. And, because so many people use this as their be-all end-all form of communication with the world, people are unlikely to read an unfinished thought as the rough draft it is.

I had a wonderful Valentine's Day dinner. Got a couple of new site reviews and magazines articles about my stuff this week. Physical therapy went really well today. I got a bunch of new equipment in this week. I need new shoes and an espresso machine.

I need to interact with more people who are actually trying to be happy. I feel a lot of empathy and constantly interfacing with people who are rolling around in misery is really a bummer because my heart goes out to them. But some people just never stop having problems. They never make the effort to stop having problems. They never grasp the brass ring, even when I hand it to them.

Vegas Pix

Got a couple more days of my Vegas pix posted. I'm very amused by the pic of Forrest and his sister because you can so totally see the family resemblance there. I so need one of those Snoop-style cups.









I really want to post about my weekend so far, but I don't think I can. Friday was kind of humorous and I got to see that being evil and unoriginal actually does make thieves unhappy. Saturday was awesome. At least I got to tell some friends about it with my actual speaking voice, but I wish I could post it here, it was so fucking cool. I like the idea of keeping a journal online because my friends are geographically all over the place, but putting thoughts and feelings on the internet is too much like publishing and I have venues for publishing already. The internet makes the conflict between the public and the private really frustrating for a much larger segment of the population than ever had to be concerned about it before.

So, you read my journal for inpiration...

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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.