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CommentAuthordorkmuffin
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
@Annie, WOAH -
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CommentAuthorSpiraltwist
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
* say hello
Hello.
* show me your face
Ask nice and I'll send you an email. ;)
* tell me what you did this week
Started with being at the beach and ended in demolishing a wall. When all the dust is settled, I'll have a very long story for some saturday night in the future.
* tell me your next great plan
The SO and I will be reproducing in a few years. Be afraid.
* send nurses
Look behind you. :D
@Annie
So fucking awesome! :) -
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@Annie, AWESOME!
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@annie - Ha, I saw that. That was just plain surreal.
almost forgot: i thought this shit only happened to Warren but my friend Neon had one of my Space Shark drawings tattooed on her skinnnn. I am honored by this. Also worried she may have hit her head moments prior to deciding to do this.
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- CommentAuthorJustin Jordan
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010 edited
Eh, why not?
Hello.
I look like this:
....because I am a pretty, pretty princess, goddamnit
This week, I did a bunch of freelance work, put the final touches on the pitch for this:
With colors and logo by Whitechapel's own Felipe Sobreiro
and this:
I'd like to create an online magazine with a pulp focus. Fresh fiction every week, with serialized long works and individual short works, prose and comics, with all the stuff available for download for small fees on various platforms.
Whether I can pull it off? Who knows?
Nurses? We don' need no stinking nurses.
Well, maybe after that picture of me, which probably counts as some sort of mindkilling weapon.... -
Hello.
This week I accomplished very little. I mean, I know I did a bunch of stuff, but don't really have any sense of where it all ended up and am now faced with the perplexing- oh, I know what I did! I burned a bridge with a bar that was trading in their comedy open mic night for, apparently, some kind of Phish/String Cheese Incident weekly jam! I'm no longer allowed there and rather happy about that.
Also just did a marathon of Spartacus: Blood and Sand and found it surprisingly enjoyable. There are sections that aren't even moving picture anymore; just collages of blood and violence sequenced to appear as if someone used a camera to make them. And somehow everything works once you get a few episodes in.
Here's a picture of me being an asshole:
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Herro!
I look like this:
Dunno if you can tell, but I've got purple eyebrows... Why?
This week (and the past month) 2-3 times a week has been practice for shadowcasting Rocky Horror Picture Show. Tonight was our first time in full make up... and white face make up + purple eyeshadow for the floor show are not easy to rid oneself of with mere soap and water...
I get to get my hair cut tomorrow to be more 'columbia-esque' and then a dye job Monday. because gosh darn-it screw wigs gimme the real thing!
My next great plan? isn't my own... but I've found out I may have a chance to become a manager type person at my work ^_^ So... maybe I get to have more money soon?
Very jealous of other SNOP posts... (looking at you @annie)
I have no real nurses... so sorry I cannot send them :(
Now to finish cooking Mac-n-Cheese and Beef tips in bourbon sauce! -
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CommentAuthorRootfireember
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
Let's see. Recently I got bit by a kitten some ass dumped at my mom's home, so my mom freaked out thinking I had rabies. After going to the doctor and learning I have a better chance at being attacked by moon nazis than having rabies from a healthy kitten bite, my mom ...still thinks I might have rabies, and has spent much of the week telling me I'm an awful person for trying to do the right thing and rescue the kitten (I failed, but hell. I tried, and it was a little thing and a good chunk of the way up the deck's railing with no real safe way down). It pisses me off a bit.
On better news, I did window paintings/sketches at work and corporate came down to take photographs of it and me, because I did the best windowpainting in the company (woot!), and I am working on a secret awesome project, A short story to submit to an anthology, and sketching and painting. I'm keeping busy, and keeping out of trouble, and my ankle seems to have reached a stasis in healing from its sprain. Still hurts a bit, but it seems stable, and strengthening.
I'm also working on getting stuff ready for WWCHI. I can't wait to see a bunch of people from Whitechapel again. I miss everyone so much. -
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CommentAuthorbrittanica
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
I'm not as depressed as I was last week, if it's any consolation to anyone reading. I'm frustrated, but not crying.
At my supermarket bakery job, a few months ago, I registered interest in becoming a cake decorator. I've been working for the company for... god, at least 3 years now. And so they started letting me work w/ the decorators a few days a week, some weeks. And I'm good at it. Not as good as the decorators, who are much older than me and have making this stuff much much longer than I have, but still...
I was told they were going to hire a replacement for me so I could decorate all the time. Now I find out that, pretty much, they lied to me. They've done fuck all in looking for another clerk. And because the other clerks are pretty much completely incompetent, I'm damn sure they don't WANT me to be a decorator and leave them high and dry w/ a 20 year old party girl who refuses to do her fucking job, some lady who has another job at a law firm (but still has a lot in common w/the party girl), and a really sweet older lady whose memory has been fucked over by chemo which renders her unable to do a lot of things in a speedy fashion.
I'm trying to decide how much more I can stand. I get paid pretty well, and even now I'm having trouble paying bills.
I think I need a week off. Work on getting my personal life straight, figure out how to not give a fuck about my stupid job. Maybe do like Chris said and train to be Batman.
No pictures. No nurses. Sorry. -
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CommentAuthortrini_naenae
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
@dorkmuffin: Aw hun. Surely there is someone who can drop you home or pick you up? I hate saying this, but you should be paranoid. It is deeply wrong and sad, as no person should go through extra care to be safe simply because of their sex and/or gender. Unfortunately, as long as they can get away with it, people will do horrible things to other people.
@Annie: That's sweet!! Wooohoooo! I'm looking forward to seeing the tee shirt when it comes out. -
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CommentAuthorwaniyetuwi
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
* say hello
Hola
* show me your face
* tell me what you did this week
Painted a bunch of commissions, prepared for my reading tonight, bottled souls
* tell me your next great plan
My book party for Blood & Pudding, releasing an ebook of June: A magical tale of dismemberment & divination, & the tarot deck
* send nurses
My Aunt is a nurse, I only know herbs and reiki -
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CommentAuthorwaniyetuwi
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
And now I go to bed because my vision is blurry and I have just made many typos. -
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Running on the late end of it all, and really it's Sunday morning now, here and most everywhere else there's a Whitechapeler, I'm sure.
Anyway, hello. Here's my face. And also my face.
This week? Band practice. A different band practice. Work. More work. Etc. The previous week was a bit more eventful. Two gigs, a brewing festival, a birthday and getting engaged.
As such, most of my Great Plans are currently being taken over with phase one wedding planning. Fortunately there is still plenty of room for small plans, like rearranging and organizing my workshop/music room, and taking the REAL next big step in commitment: integrating our respective bookshelves into one continuous collection.
Tonight is cleaning, some quiet bike maintenance, and a glass of Talisker. Make it a double. -
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CommentAuthorRachæl Tyrell
- CommentTimeAug 8th 2010 edited
Salutations, oh leader of the fabulous!
Earlier this week, I discovered THIS on an old CD: http://vimeo.com/13868705 (an embarassing interview show I did for NYC public access once).
Right now I am at Fox Fest, my annual family get-together, now about 80 people strong. This year, it's been held in the Blue Mountains of Virginia in a swanky off season ski resort, and I got to design the Tshirts! I am sitting outside, with brisk wind against me, cicadas warring above me, and a starry inky sky as my beauteous velvet backdrop. I saw a shooting star earlier today, with fully visible comet-like trail. It's the cusp of the beginning of the Persieds meteor shower.
I've eaten what I've dubbed "Polish Sushi". Keilbasa, pickle, horseradish. It's delicious.
Uncles brought with them freshly grown tomatoes and corn to share, and this morning I had raw unpasteurized milk for the first time from someone's neihbor's farm, and poured it into the coffee that one of my Uncles roasts and grinds himself! We are DIY people.
This is my Dad. I guess that default facial expression runs in the family.
I am still not a part of his family unit, and Christmas and Fox Fest is the only time we ever see each other.
Earlier today, I went swimming. In a pool! In the sunlight!! A cousin of mine mentioned that he didn't think he'd seen me swim since the Fox Fest in Maine. That was 1987, I think. Yes, a rare occurence, so I took a picture:
There are many who are cautious of my attempts at driving again. However, having stayed up all night, I drove from Northern NJ to Baltimore on Thursday afternoon. Then, still on no sleep, I braved the back roads of Virginia through a storm that knocked out all the the electricity (meaning the streetlights were inoperable) for a good two or three hours. I did all of this while my head was throbbing and pounding in a way that is terrifyingly similar to when I had Lyme Disease (the headaches are returning with similar force, and it's worrysome), and with the company of my Aunt who doesn't engage me in conversation nor listens to music while driving. I've impressed myself.
I've only slept three hours last night, my head feels like it's filled with expanding gasoline, and I'm dead on my feet. I can't understand how I'm still funcitoning, or why. But the Insomnianity is making it easier to be social with family, chatting with cousins, playing with the kids.
My future plans involve: getting my licsence, finding some means of creating income, getting over my broken heart, finding a way to be a country mouse and a city mouse at the same time.
Oh, and my family has many nurses, Mr Ellis sir. My grandmother was a nurse, one of her daughters is a nurse, four of my uncles married nurses, three of my cousins are nurses. So... You should come to Fox Fest!
I can't beleive I typed this much. I must go let my head un-hurtify. -
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- CommentAuthorAngela Hunt
- CommentTimeAug 8th 2010
Hey babe.
I just opened my new exhibit, Between Heaven & Hell, tonight, at the Hangar Gallery in Santa Monica tonight. And it was a fabulous night.
I'm going to sleep for two days and take my daughter to Disneyland, because she turns 6 on Monday.
They're not nurses, but will these two do?
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- CommentAuthorshannon.gilly.3
- CommentTimeAug 8th 2010
Good morning.
I utterly failed to get laid this week, in a comically humiliating fashion.
My plans for the immediate future are to find a new apartment, entertain an old friend who's coming into town for a few days, and see about putting all this music gear I have laying around to good use again.
Long range plans call for world domination and the subjugation of humanity, but considering my current track record for success, I wouldn't worry much over those plans coming to fruition.
The nurses I delivered pizza to earlier were sadly unable to head your way, as they were rather busy taking care of some extremely ill kids in the NICU at the New Orleans Children's Hospital. They did tip me pretty well, so I decided insisting they drop what they were doing and fly to the UK would be inadvisable. You'll live. -
@Annie - You win the week. Congratulations!
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It's sunday morning, but that means it's possibly still Saturday somewhere. Fuck knows the best saturday nights have ended with someone going 'this is the best saturday night eva!!' and someone replying in neanderthal grunts; 'dude, it's now tuesday, how the fuck are you still going?' But yeah, anyway, anyone still reading this? And what were the questions again?
*Hello
*No pictures. I'm, like, Thunderbird 7 or something. (And yes, there was a six. Why does no one else remember that and it never gets shown even when they're repeating the series?)
*Mostly looked after my kids. Yeah. I lost my job. Which sucks on top of everything else, but see below.
*My next great plan is not ready to be revealed in full. It's a last ditch, desperate move to go into business myself though, as I'm not doing well working for the cunts that own companies in the private sector, and whilst I loved sitting on my arse chilling out in the public sector, but occasionally doing some real good, those day are over for everyone. I'm seeing an angel investor tomorrow. Which is kind of like Dragon's Den, except without the pressure to occasionally have smug squillionares belittle people for the sake of good television. Even without that, I'm going ahead, but with a scary bankloan at prostate-shredding levels of interest.
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Hola!
I have no picture, as the cameras are all in various forms of packed away for the next move.
This week I worked, gave away a bike, regained books, won a free blackberry(to replace my piece o' crap) by just knowing what to do when you get a BSOD, cooked for fun and generally released all the negative crap I've built up.
My plans are to move back to Vancouver, enjoy life, make more friends and kick the crap out of school, all in the next week. Well, the school part will have to wait a bit, but the others will be executed by Thursday at the minimum.
Nurses....umm....how'sabout a lollipop? I'm sure I could find one of those around here somewhere. -
- CommentAuthorBrent Wilcox
- CommentTimeAug 8th 2010
July was a crazy and punishing month in the Hospitality Industry. But now I have a three-day weekend. After I recuperate a little I may make some music.
Any spare nurses would be appreciated.
