Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Post-Vacative Hiatus

I was in Houston last week, which I'll write about as soon as I can get all of the words to go in one direction at the same time.

For now I leave you with the TRUE spirit of the season:
After all, what else truly encompasses the spirit of Gluttony than a zombie, who is ever filled with an insatiable need for the flesh of the living.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

One Life, Tangled

This week's doodle is something I did a while ago and am posting now because I've had a dry week creatively due to a nasty case of the flu.

It's part of a series I did after a particularly messy break-up in which I was left for a lesbian. Nowadays I laugh about it because it's pretty much the only sane option.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

On the perils of holidays.

This week's Monday Doodle is a day late. However, since no one actually cares one way or the other, I choose not to care either.

Whilst on holiday, the Elder God Tiamat was negligent of sunscreen and did recieve a most unfortunate solar rash.

Footnotes: Yes, I'm aware that Tiamat was female, but the body position worked much better with a floral shirt. I'm also aware that Tiamat has seven heads, we'll just assume that two of them are busy somewhere else.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Dear Nordic God

You were perfect in every way. From your arrogantly shy smile to your beautiful blue eyes, from the swagger you arrived on to the hint of a perfect, tanned six-pack you flashed me while I was serving you an ale, everything about you made my heart arhythmic and my knees less-than useful. Your lantern-jawed features could easily be seen chiseled from granite or marble by the Italian sculptors of yore who spent their lives in pursuit of physical perfection. In short, you're what dreams are made of.

And then you asked me if I knew where to find you some coke.

Two Weeks Lost, Then Found

I disappeared for a good two weeks. Here is a brief summation as to why and with whom.

Halloween was a hoot (even if it had me working 20 out of 21 days), and I made a bone chandelier that was very well-received. I also got myself a brand-spanking-new digital camera so that I can start sharing the images that go along with these words I've been neglecting to put down in any solid form for about two weeks now.

To begin: my friend Kevin and his friend Rob threw a totally bitchin' 80's sequel party. It was complete with a Jaeger machine, video arcade games, and a non-stop cavalcade of 80's music videos projected onto the two-story living room wall. It was all that, including the bag of chips.

Kevin makes the hunkiest Rainbow Bright I've ever seen.

I was Punky Brewster and spent most of the evening being eclipsed by my friend Matt's Misfits (the enemies of Jem) outfit. Or at least his wig anyway.

Kevin and Matt rocked it 80's style all night long.

At which point I disappeared for a week and later arose from the Boxxes basement bearing this little treat. (It's about 4 feet across and looked great until the battery-powered christmas lights I'd entwined in it lost their will to live.)

On Halloween Eve my dear friend's from SB joined me in celebration. I've always thought that horns lend me an air of dignity I otherwise lack.

These would be the friends, Sheila and Roe, whom I used to pimp it with back when we ran the Saint Babs mafia.