technicolortart

So it's so on. I'm doing the Boston Burlesque Exposition and Vintage Fashion Fair at the Cambridge Hyatt Weekend of April 11. Holy crap! So much to do and I am in the middle of it! Anyone out there with expo vending experience? I am so without a clue.

More news as it breaks...

So 2008 is gone, done, kaput. I, for one, am greatful. It was some sort of scary psychotropic roller-coaster ride from hell with many ups and downs. Sadly, the year tailed off with a lot of those downs, both personally and on a global scale. Everyone just needs to calm the 'f' down and take a good, deep breath. Who's with me?
To all the folks I promised to call, odds are good I put your numbers some place safe and super secret. So safe and secret that it seems I have lost them. Console yourself by knowing I am stalking you on the many messenger services I have and it will simply be a matter of time.
To everyone else reading this, I have thought of you numerous times over the past year and wish nothing but the best for you all in 2009. Now get the hell out there (or if frozen, stay the hell in) and do something to bring a smile to your face. I know I will.


Love to You All

Ceasa/Shannon/Creepy Chick

I'm gonna miss her. My little furry Rock of Gibraltar. It's hard right now, trying to make every minute count. If only I had the eyes, but I don't. All I can do is love her as much as I can, keep her comfortable, let her know it's okay. And promise someday, in some form, we'll meet again.

Dir en Grey - LOVE THEM!!!

Yeah, so anyway one could call my musical tastes "eclectic", tho "cracked-out" is prolly more accurate. Regardless, tho I have heard numerous references to DeG in my fashion research (along with Moi dix Mois who you should also listen to), it wasn't 'til today I heard "Kodou". I braingasmed. HARD. Like hard music? Find it. Listen to it. Adore it as I have.

Ironically, I am also madly in love with Shaka Labbits right now... See above regarding taste.

Oh, hey, and if anyone out there reading this knows where I can find music by XL(from Taiwan), lemme know. Heard them in "Devil Beside You" and definitely would love to get my grubby little paws on more.

Well, since I've totally wasted another hour of my day; it time for self-flagellation.

JA NE!

Heheh, yeah... Well, I can't say as this comes as much of a shock- and I didn't even have to admit to liking smut. How 'bout that?

Anyhoo, I rilly need to start actually putting something up here that ISN'T a quiz result. Mebbe tonight. I've slacked against work as long as I can and I think I'm smelling that second pot of coffee...

Okay so I know I've been negligent. That's why I'm very glad a livejournal is not a child. Sewing has kept me so busy, I've really had little to no opportunity to rant. Of course, it has kept me distracted and my blood pressure's the better for it.

"Bleh!" I say. Recovery from Kaurath's 4-day-meat-grind-O-Rama is... Well, let's just say I'm very much looking forward to tia_fallen's BBQ debauchery.

Seems like life is one ginormous rollercoaster ride. I chain myself to my machines for three weeks and then go running around the woods making deliveries. Guess there are worse gigs; especially for an all-over-the-place personality such as mine.

I s'pose I should get back to work... give me some grist for a good rant. More later.

I found out today that an old friend of mine died just over six months ago. And now I'm pissed. I can't mourn with everyone else who knew him; they're beginning to pick up the pieces. Dammit! He was only 31- a stoopid motorcycle accident (which, incidentally, chilled me a bit as I have a little 250 piglet myself). And it's one suck-ass truth: considering all the people who have crossed my path simply wasting the world's oxygen; Ray was such a good guy. He didn't deserve to check-out like that. More importantly, the people who loved him didn't deserve for him to check out like that. I know I hadn't seen him in four years or so, but what the fuck- the cosmic Band-Aid with it's soul-wrenching, rip-it-quick removal still smarts more than you might think.
I don't think I'm gonna go too much deeper into things until I've had some rum; so Ray, if by some strange chance yer hooked in and omnipotent now, "Yo ho, good man and blessed be."

I just realized something. There is no bigfoot. If there were, Ted Nugent would have stalked and killed it with a bow, a loincloth, and some chapstick by now.

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Y'know as I contemplate playing Guild Wars, a thought has come to light. When I play a game, I don't play to win, per se, but to have fun. Sad thing is, I think a lot of people forget that the reason to play a game is to have fun.
Now I'm gonna try and not get up on some soap box, but it seems to me that the "Me me me I I I" mentality of games is just pathetic. When I larp, I do some slimy and underhanded things, but that's just because the game hasn't said I can't.
Some people think, "I must have the best stuff and be the most powerful mucky-muck in all these great lands (and maybe skim off the Monopoly bank to boot)". Sad little people. Power in the rilly real world can be sexy*, but in a phantasy game? If that's what makes you feel all warm, fuzzy, and waaawaaa at night, I feel sorry for you. Oh, and don't be surprised when I tinker with those rules and leave yer ass dead in the forest a mile from town.


*sometimes it just means you're a jick. What is a "jick" you ask? A jackass-dick. For those, yer dead to me. But, uh, that's just me and it's also about 20% of the reason I'm not a bleach blonde with fake boobs at the Playboy mansion or Trump WhateverI'mbuildingthismonth.

Walking velvet, seams that matched when I cut them but have now decided all negotiation talks are off, and "Why the hell is the machine making that noise- that can't be good"...

Why does it seem like every time I'm ready to sit down and get shit done, chaos gremlins put the kabosh on it? Seriously, I refuse to sit at my sewing machine right now, lest I pitch it out the window (not that it's an impressive feat; I live semi-underground and I'm sure it wouldn't have that fourth floor satisfaction).

"Project Runway" looks like summer camp arts and crafts compared to the hell I'm currently going through. It shouldn't be hard. Man has been wearing clothing for a bare minimum of 30,000 years. Then again, they prolly weren't trying to put a fine rolled hem on black warp chiffon.

Maybe I'll go on an agressive closet cleaning campaign. If I can't punish the clothing that mocks me, at least I can diffuse the inner rage by shredding that bodysuit I haven't worn in 5 years.

GRRRR!!!!!

I like Harry Potter as much as the next fantasy freak, but come on now. I ask you, how many personality quizzes do we need out there to discover "your HP boyfriend/Hogwart's tru love/perfect HP date"?!?!?! Seriously, I skate over them since I know that unless I were on a date with uh, maybe Bill, charges would result. Besides, it's gotta be Sirius Black... Gary Oldman... Sid and Nancy, Immortal Beloved, Dracula.... MMM. Enough already!!! The point is half the stoopid personality tests rated for eveyone make me feel so dirty just thinking about them. Kids, my advice is this... Ice cream socials. Get out. Meet a boy, a girl, a heffalump if such is your bag... Just end the madness.

That is all.

Now how does the Catwoman/Mermaid thing work? Hmmm...?

So this weekend I heard a name that made me scream "No Way!!!" with delight. Tashe be that name.

I was larping (and if you're reading this, I feel no need to explain this weird phenomenon) when I got an offhand chance to speak with a chum from the past. This chum, Dave, mentioned that he frequently travelled with the shining goddess Tashe. Oh happy day! For near on five years I have thought she was gone, conquering a small South American nation or perhaps working on a crab boat off the coast of Alaska. When her e-mail elicited no response I even entertained the notion of some glamorous international super-spy gig. It's kinda made me sad all these years.

Anyway, I know she's alive. I believe she's in Rhode Island. And I hope she wants to get back in touch, so if you are out there, o devine scarlett harlot, uh, send carrier chicken. Or manslave. Whatever works for you.

Stoopid quizzes are addictive. Sad.