Monday, July 13, 2009

The Fame? The FEAR!

Something about this is both spectacular and terrifying. It's sort of coke-outed and a bit edgy by way of being-coked out. & you know, a little screamo, too.





After an extensive battle with myself, I have decided I am fond of this strange Lady(gaga)bird.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Zah-Zing

Not much to say on this glorious day.

Save self-promotion:

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Post Maine. No Fun(g wah). Love me tender typsies?



Some of my darling companions have taken quite the interest in making sure my current life-drama doesn't take me down the drain. (July: the apocalypse comes early... in the form of rain, bad horoscopes, wretched family affairs, crumbling relationships, and failed autonomy.*) But, considering I was starting to employ tactics from a Kate Bornstein book, I am glad they made the effort.

[But check out Kate Bornstein. I saw this lovey when she came to Sar-Lar.]





On the left: What my ladybird-lovies recommend. Food that is soothing and healthy. IMAGINE (organic) that!

On the right: What my best misters recommend. "I am vengeance, I am the night." Nostalgia Critic approves this animated series.


WHAT GOOD KARMA RECOMMENDS:




Today, after hustling all over the East Village distributing magazines (like a pro. I have the friendly-face down, son), Managing Editor Marwood told me to: WRITE A REVIEW FOR THE WEBSITE of, as seen above, "We Make Magazines: Inside the Independents." I will not say more on the subject, as not to spoil my review.

I should also mention that I am a tool and would seem far more slick if I pulled the whole: "Yeah, you know. My suave filangies pound out these reviews like nothin'. No big. I'm a writer. S'what I do."

But. I'm too fetally-thrilled.





Unfortunately, my attempts to write are being sabotaged.





These critters have been shrieking for the past half hour.
Because they delight in the vibrations of their own vocal chords.
& my suffering.

Note
: My moodring is blue, which should represent a state of relaxation.
Moodrings = lying scamsies. But retro.



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*Only 2, 3, and 5 apply directly to me. 1 applies to anyone in Maine. 4 has mostly to do with one of my favorite ladybirds and best misters... for better or worse.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

deth b4 papr jam


"what a clever/forever idea!"



Q: What could be better than a wittironic tattoo?
A: Aging gracefully without permanent, bold regrets on the flesh?

Is there a way to have the best of both worlds? Can we indulge in that fantasy of a massive inktopus engulfing our torsos or a collection of mustaches permanently fixed on our fingers without waking up a few decades later and mourning the loss of our ink-free flesh? How will we be kool kiddz without pissing off our parents? What happens when we've used up all our skin-space and have no more room for that "narwhal-having-tea-with-Nader" tat for which we have always yearned?

Solutions:



(DON'T RUB ME, IT'S FAKE)


(NEEDLE TARGET)


(DEATH BEFORE PAPER JAM)


IN CONCLUSION:
commemorate those poignant life-moments with permanence, but before you decide to spend the rest of your life with a connect-the-dots giraffe -- fake tattoos.



Tattoo Art & Design
edited by: viction: ary