This made me laugh like a loon. And roll my eyes a bit. And laugh again. And cringe. And feel uneasy. And then laugh for five solid minutes and pound on the arm of the chair. (Sort’ve not safe for work–found over at the vintage erotic community) http://dirtymags.com/oldmags/action/index.html Basically they’re covers from pulp soft-core porn […]
Monthly Archives: November 2003
Working on the next sculpture…it turned into a sort of sheep-man. He may wind up in a nun costume. I can’t help it, he looks good in black with pale trim, and I realized about a minute too late that it looked really nunnish. I don’t know what that means. We’ll see. I am not […]
Best line uttered during a Kurosawa movie: James: “Wow, look at those Japanese women rock out…HEY! That’s the cantina scene! Only with Japanese women!” It also occurred to me, infinitely belatedly, while watching James pick up a drunken Sith chick in Knights of the Old Republic that hey! There are no evil women in Star […]
Today I feel fat and lazy. And that is how you’re supposed to feel following Thanksgiving, so it’s all good. The turducken was good. The rest of the food was good. The pie was good. It was all good. Upon arriving at my father and stepmom’s house, James vanished into the garage with my father […]
I dreamed I was a cleric. (Yes, alright, a halfling cleric, are you happy? I’m a geek! I admit it! The fundamental mythology of my existence is the D&D core rules. Joseph Campbell would have a fit.) I was, in fact, a cleric of Apollo, although His Shininess had rather come down in the world, […]
So I called my mother up t’other day and asked if she ever got the urge to do 3-D. “Yes,” she said, “but I squelch it immediately.” “Goodness–why?” I asked. “I’m afraid I’d enjoy it too much,” she said. Wise woman. I enjoyed this waaaaay too much. Which leads me, at long last, to the […]
Got the other half of the first root canal done. It was unpleasant. They have to essentially drain-snake the roots with a little wire whisk deal the first time, and then they do it again this time to make sure all the nerve’s out. Only there’s no Novocaine, because in theory there shouldn’t be any […]
Today, in an effort to keep Loki out of my studio, (where he is evidentally so well recovered from neuroapathy that he’s jumping on the workbench and into the window, wreaking havoc on my highly scientific “Stack that somewhere” organization system) James attempted to use psychology on the cat. At least, I think that’s why […]
I just had one HELL of a screwed up dream. Which will probably be of no interest to anyone, but I wanna get it down for me.
As further proof that nothing is ever really wasted, my useless 49 cent art brick thunked to the floor of my studio, where it promptly became the love of Loki’s life. He’s been cuddling with it for the last eight hours. I had to poke him at one point to see if he was still […]