Archive for March, 2008

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Unveiling

March 18, 2008

And a few others

Tattoo!
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You know you suck at Photoshop

March 17, 2008


I just wet myself. Good thing Donnie shows you how to fix this problem in You Suck at Photoshop #2.

Again, thanks Mark. Folks, really, you just need to read Mark’s blog yourself.

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Counting down the hours

March 17, 2008

is taking forever. FOREVER. 5 1/2 more hours to go until my tattoo appointment. I’ve been bouncing off the walls for days waiting for it.

And, as always, the universe decided to put her hands in this one, too. I didn’t request a specific artist for my piece – I figured the owner of the place knew everyone’s strong points, so he could pick the artist best suited for the kind of tattoo I’m getting. So he set me up and told me who the artist is. The artist doing the tattoo is a guy I went to high school with. We never met, but I knew who he was. See, he was the guy with the long jet black hair with tattoos all over himself. He was the guy who set off my love for all things junkie. Okay, okay, maybe that’s not exactly true – I don’t love all things junkie. But I do have a tendency to be drawn to guys who look like they should have a hypodermic sticking out of their arm… Anyway, so it’s not like I had a crush on this guy (eh, maybe I did – who can remember, it was a thousand years ago,) but I was very much aware of him and influenced by him. When I heard he was going to be doing my tattoo, I looked him up online out of curiosity. Some of us age better than others. 😉 (Thankyougenetics)

Big reveal tonight or tomorrow. Stay tuned.

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Ain’t no weather man

March 15, 2008


I stole this from JFL who stole it from someone else, but lordy lordy, it’s so worth the theft.

Other man, Weather man, big diff.

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The countdown begins

March 12, 2008

I’m having some work done.  Bwhahahaha — no, not that kind of work.  Ink work.

Tattoo work.

A BIG piece.  In a very noticeable location.  Not what I’ve told some of you about (I know which one I feed,) but something that B has designed that speaks to me so clearly.  I saw it and knew immediately.  It’s what I’ve been waiting for.

And he designed it with me in mind.

I’m going through some heavy stuff.  And I’m saying BRING IT.

And I’m gonna be inked … largely inked … in commemoration.

Monday night at 6 pm.

I’m ready.

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My Three Bears

March 12, 2008

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his
small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty.
‘Who’s been eating my porridge?!!’, he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He
looks into his big bowl,and it is also empty. ‘Who’s been eating my
Porridge?!!,’ he roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen
and yells, ‘For Christ’s sake, how many times do we have to go through
this with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma
Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the
coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night,
and put everything away, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold
early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the
damn table, it was Momma Bear who took the friggin’ dog out, picked up the dog poop, and filled the dog’s water and food dish, and now that
you’ve decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace
Momma Bear’s kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I’m
only going to say this one more time:

‘I HAVEN’T MADE THE FUCKING PORRIDGE YET!!’

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Hard as a rock

March 3, 2008

Sometimes life is just hard, you dig? I mean,
sometimes, without any warning and with nothing you can do about it, shiz just
falls in your lap like dust blown off a long neglected ceiling fan.  Sometimes
life is easy, but it’s hard to make the decisions that bring you to easy
life.  Sometimes it’s hard to not hold grudges.  Sometimes it’s hard
to move past the blockage.  Sometimes it’s hard to give yourself the
reality enema and push out the bullshit in order to be clear of mind, clear of
thought, clear of toxins.

Hard, it’s what I’m saying.

I made a very hard decision today. I have blogged several times about the
amazing trip to VA this May to hang with my girlies for some much needed female
R&R.  I love these women.  They are beyond sisters to me – they
are extensions of my heart.  I have looked forward to the trip for nearly
a year and have worked for months to get childcare lined up and flights
arranged and all that.  It all came into place.  And then I started
looking around the house at all the things that need to be done, I walked
through the storm ravaged yard and saw countless roots exposed, I drove my van
and felt the tell-tale pause / chug that accompanies transmission issues.
And suddenly, things got hard.  I had to realize that, while I have the
money, $500 is a lot of dough to blow on 3 days.  I had to imagine eating
beans and rice when I want shrimp and scallops.  I had to imagine saying
NO to yet another concert, another swank dinner out, another haircut /massage
/get the fuck outta dodge hotel for the night.  And suddenly, hard became
clear – I had to cancel my trip.  And I did.  And it was brutally
hard.

But not as hard as it could be.

I have friends at this moment who are working through some hard, hard
shit.  So hard, in fact, that I can feel the slam they are feeling
myself.  I can hear the pounding of their hearts and souls on rock and
stone. I can feel their tears drip down my own face.  I can reach out and
touch the cold steel they are facing.  And it’s hard.  So so hard.

In times like these, I have to remember that solidity never came from
ease.  Security never is built on sand.  Character never came from
foam and pillows.  I have to remember that icing melts, bubbles break,
feathers molt, water evaporates, and even cotton biodegrades.  Softness
(ease) is temporary, softness is variable, softness is a facade.  But iron
is turned into steel by a hard process.  Diamonds are formed from years of
pressure and stress.  Mountains may crumble, mountains may move, mountains
may erode, but mountains don’t dissolve.  And mountains, steel, and
diamonds are hard. Hard and steady and constant and proven and resilient
valuable and dependable and worthy and the epitome of successful
evolution.  Hard.  Hard.

Hard creates landscapes.  Hard creates history.  Hard creates
shelters.  Hard creates hope. Hard creates survivors.  At the end of
the day, this hardness will rise up and support the weight of all of us who
have gone against the grain, who have chosen to do the work instead of closing
our eyes, who have chosen to stand on the rock and say, “Bring it!!”