A New Year, In Photos


SKIN (last tattoo)


rain rythm

they say there will be twisters and hail and mayhem and sideways wind and monsters and flash floods and families of bigfoots (don’t believe that’s the correct pluralization? please check out this awesome documentary by Jay Delaney, Not Your Typical Bigfoot Movie, now streaming on netflix – if they don’t know about Bigfoot in Portsmouth, OH, then who does?? the fish glow in that place) forced to relocate to higher land, forming a long line of chewbacca-like silhoettes in the distance – but no one will see any of this, due to the STORM and the twisters and the witches and cows in trees…

so they say. i just hear steady spring rain, that dictates the tv and radio be OFF.

turns out i like doing ten things at once, provided they all involve a keyboard or an ink pen. i’m a happy clam. between the movie, some shorts i fixed up for Nefarious Muse, a brewing thing at Thunderdome, random dancing every time i think of the Velvet Anthology, my little brain feels tingly right behind the eyes.

adam fell asleep in under 4 seconds. the last puppy found a home. i love my husband. i wish i could be the receptionist at dollstar. my kid picked up ten very mundane then extraordinary rocks once he explained to me what they like and when asked by mike what was up, adam answered “it’s mommy’s collection.”

nyquil and exhaustion are making me contemplate a 6 dollar pink alice in wonderland t-shirt far longer than it need be pondered. that’s my cue to sign off for the night….

pertinent links:

Not Your Typical Bigfoot Movie: http://notyourtypicalbigfootmovie.com/

Nefarious Muse: http://nefariousmuse.com/

Thunderdome: http://thundadome.com/

Warmed And Bound: http://warmedandbound.wordpress.com/2011/04/14/authors/


the last one is of mine today, you can see that it’s red – i don’t have a picture of heather’s since she got the stencilling off it.

the night was one of those that actually felt significant – weird. most important things can only be felt in a nostalgic sense, but we felt the happy gravity of one of the few remaining “sister outings” while life is still somehwhat familiar. maybe a narrative will follow at some point later. maybe the pictures and keeping the memories to myself and heather is the way to go.