Poison Pen

I've been up at the crack of dawn every day this week and finally get to sleep until 11am tomrrow. I'm so happy...I think a tear just slid down my cheek.

I swear to GAWD Im forever grateful to Damon for this crazy assed shit. Zee Demon is part Goth, part Hillbilly redneck..I think Roy D Mercer is hysterically funny (note: my funny bone ranges from dry wit to outright hilarity) Its a couple of DJ's playing pranks with crank phone calls and the people who receive them get mightily pissed off to breaking down and laughing themselves..



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HHmU5vmrGs

Peaceful morning..watching down loads of Farscape with Boi. For once everything feels nice and leveled. The kid came home from being at a party. he'd stayed with a few friends for a couple of days and when he walked in the door I was shocked. "What flop house did you crawl from?"
why'd did asked? because his arms (and his legs!) were riddled with massive amounts of flea bites..seems one of his friends has a nice apartment, but there's a zillion cats and obviously small blood sucking travelers that infest those poor critters and everyone else that walks into that place are pretty much marked as a bipedal red cross targets.

He's still scratching and miserable. Normally I'd laugh but I hate flea bites with a passion..So I feel for the little Blighter.
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Now that all my obligations are met, rent paid, repairs done to the apartment, paperwork done for some much needed stuff..I'm focusing on the next two weeks to create a check list for Sea Dog Nights. I like playing with stuff and I found some brown powder makeup and a black liner pencil... So I started painting a bit and ended up looking like a scary magical gypsy lady. Okay not to toot my own horn, but hell I can't resist..If I were looking for a reading and there was a nice blond lady with long flowing robes and pretty cards I'd want to get a reading from someone that looked...LIKE ME!

heh..like I said I couldn't resist!
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Earlier today, I asked Mike to help me run a few errands and picked up some much needed bean. When the Boi was out, I went to make coffee and there was NONE..NADA..nary a bean 'cept for the Apocalyptic Blend which did nothing for my mood. No I didn't brew this..so? I went from normal to raging bitch to loopy drunk in 1.2 seconds. I swear I have adult  ADHD and I require coffee to level out. Thank Dog for Mike. He'd just popped over to hang out and saw me in a semi altered state.  I finally got a decent cuppa coffee and now there be no fog in me brain.

The sun is blazing and like any other vampiric individual, Im hiding out. My eyes have become super light sensitive to the point that I get light headaches. Meh.

Feels like a day where I'm going to be at the computer, so for what its worth, I'll be updating shortly as the mood hits!

Jennifer Brown from Under the Root makes the most sexy and understated lingerie.

What is your background in design?

I began assembling used/vintage textiles into theatrical costumes during the high school years. Clothing came next while using a secondhand, black lacquer Singer and the miscellaneous textiles from garage sales, thrift stores, estate and church sales, and reclaiming used/found materials. After high school, I studied Business, Design, and Dance. I read tons of practical applications and found the greatest source for continuing on, oodles and noodles of practice.  While studying Dance at Columbia College Chicago, I realized that costumes played an intricate role for the performances. The availability in movement and projection of each design was tantamount for dancers, performers and individuals alike. Today, each handmade structure reflects the use of cottons and the grace of the human body. 

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The Shiny Squirrel

Tv & necessary accessories, like wall mount although I do hope I can install that by my self, is officially purchased. I should be all ready by next weekend. I'm so not buying anything else big for quite some time. Gotta start paying back shit I've bought over the past month. It's good that I'm not buying new appliances every month, just the initial moving in finances then I can just relax after. I'm super excited about using my new TV as a 2nd computer screen since I was looking into one for the past year anyways and this kills 2 birds with one stone. Only thing I can think of next if I do end up getting it, would be a blu ray player or just get a PS3 since it plays blu ray anyhow. But that's not till I'm sure I can afford one after all these purchases I've made thus far.

Knowing Comcast I bet I'll have to wait for weeks till they can get in and hook up my cable dvr box so it's a good thing one of the things this new TV can do is stream video from online in HD quality. I'm in love with www.hulu.com especially after finding a long lost television show "Dead Like Me", on there from 2003 that I only saw the pilot of but couldn't watch the actual episodes since it played while I was at work. This was during my pre-dvr days...

Really, when one man is permitted to produce Ali G, Borat and Bruno, there _needs_ to be an arrestable offence for Crimes Against Entertainment.

anyone attend the show last night? did he do any katrina material? just curious about the show in general.

Hanging around too many conservative people, but I feel I have no choice in the matter.

Our Second Annual! So, Put on your Collar and Cuffs and you Sunday Fetish Night Best 'cause We Wanna Know What You Would Do in the Dark?! Upstairs @ The Dragon's Den, Doors @ 11pm. DJs from Corrosion with Special Guest Niugnep!

We will be having prizes awarded throughout the night for best/sexiest/most ingenious Black Tie Attire, so dress like you mean it, besides that's part of the fun!

Bring a light source if you think you might want one, though we will have light sticks and such for everyone to play with as well. See you there!

As always RSVP for event schwag, and come introduce yourself at the event!

( Flyer! Repost to Invite Playmates! The more the Merrier! )

(If you don't think you have anything to wear check out New Orleans CLothing Exchange in the 1200 Block of Decatur. They have all kinds of stuff at decent prices. Also we will have some black bow ties for those in need.)

1. epic vermont cabin-building post: http://www.verhext.com

2. help me fundraise for cabin building at etsy: http://verhext.etsy.com/ (please fwd this around if you can, sales are s lo   o o w. Maybe I'll try market publique again? what items have you been searching for??)

3. house inpiration tumblr: http://verhext.tumblr.com/  - suggest yours to follow?

4. that is all! i want to go back to vermont already -- end of august for a long weekend!!!

• Fave moments Star Trek VI:


• Old Vulcan proverb


• Kirk made out with a man


• That was not his knee


• Russian epic of Cinderella


• hence the term sabotage


• You vant to go back?!


• In the original Klingon

• Fave moments of DS9's Tribble episode:


• Dax's unspoken lust for Spock


• Klingon holy war on the Tribbles


• We do not speak about it!


• O'Brien's blankness on old tech


• Bashir's chronal dilemma.


• Odo mocking Worf


• Qwark buried in Tribbles


• The "time cops"

Any of you have lists like this?

Box turtle was stranded. Gave him a little boost onto the bank.

Hey folks,

I'm just curious if there's anywhere in New Orleans or Baton Rouge that sells cds and records. There was a place in my city called Disc Exchange, where I was able to find Siouxsie and the Banshees. Any recommendations?

Hey folks,

I'm just curious if there's anywhere in New Orleans or Baton Rouge that sells cds and records. There was a place in my city called Disc Exchange, where I was able to find Siouxsie and the Banshees. Any recommendations?

After my previous post about Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, my friend Matt directed me to the trailer for the upcoming film adaptation:

Holy Simultaneously Grim and Necro, Batman.

That aside, a certain shot caught my eye:

 
That’s actual Katrina footage, dirtied up a bit to fit the über-post-apocalyptic setting of The Road. You can see the New Orleans skyline in the background, and that clump of boats behind the two larger ones are boats my company insures. I’m not exactly sure just where in Plaquemines Parish that picture was taken, but it’s definitely here. I’m inclined to think it’s the south side of the Gen DeGaulle bridge, but I’m not sure.

These boats, the Sea Wolf and the Sea Falcon, are part of the Menhaden fleet and I found a number of pictures of them on the NOAA’s National Weather Service (NWS) Collection Catalog of Images. Here’s a shot of them, from a slightly different angle:

 
Small world.

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I never want to be attached again, but it's nice to be adored occassionally...

In three days we'll be on the road to San Diego. In less than a week we'll be in Germany. In 11 days we'll be loading in for Comic Con. In about an hours I'm going to be drooling into my pillow.

Seriously though, why do we always seem to be scrambling at the last minute to get things done? I used to think this was a result of poor planning and not being enough of an adult to get shit done. Now I think it's a result of over ambitious goals.

"You said it! They stink on ice!"
- History of the World, Part I

Next Friday, July 17, at the Dragon's Den, is three days after Bastille Day. As the peasants and the bourgeoisie clamor with their dull voices for liberty, equality, and - whatever the ridiculous lower classes are whining about, the cream of society will gather for an evening of shimmering belle esprit, kick the severed heads to the edge of the dance floor, and while away the hours secluded from the shadow of the slack-jawed, mouth-breathing rebellion outside. There shall be wine, cakes, exquisite company, and superlative music as Shadow Gallery presents -

( Madame Guillotine! )

"You said it! They stink on ice!"
- History of the World, Part I

Next Friday, July 17, at the Dragon's Den, is three days after Bastille Day. As the peasants and the bourgeoisie clamor with their dull voices for liberty, equality, and - whatever the ridiculous lower classes are whining about, the cream of society will gather for an evening of shimmering belle esprit, kick the severed heads to the edge of the dance floor, and while away the hours secluded from the shadow of the slack-jawed, mouth-breathing rebellion outside. There shall be wine, cakes, exquisite company, and superlative music as Shadow Gallery presents -

( Madame Guillotine! )

This is a quiet house.
No music plays here.
No declarations of love are given.
Only the sound of the spinning world,
That will stop the curling ocean with a buzz.

Why expect anything more from it?
The floors creak with memory,
The beams sink and can't hold the weight,
It waits for its dead owner to knock on the door
But that noise never comes.

Its future uncertain, either bulldozer or silence,
Either the strict pound of hammers
Or the crushing blow of nothingness
Despite its years of service
Hugging families in its hands.

It attended it all, yet wasn't seen
Its walls invisible and its heart oak
Aching to find a touch to its wallpaper
Arching to find heaven, as rats run
Garbage is all that it now knows.

It is a quiet house.
No yelling of children in the yard.
Material possessions lie about
Discarded, like youth, once adored
The groan of the floorboads
Asks me to stay for a while and be warmed.

So I do.
I sit and wonder the architecture
Of a dream gone wrong.