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It doesn't look like my Austin show is going to go down. I have one more show on the solo Eatin' Raw Sewage Tour and that is Tucson. It's going to be great to be there but I need to look for a job while I'm there and squeeze in recording a record. I think I'll manage. I have a 12 hour drive. I am thinking about taking some back roads through New Mexico.

looks like a cool idea.

I don't want to stop being on tour. It was a really tough first few weeks. I think I've broken myself down enough to accept survival mode as a way o' life. Aside from borrowing a little money here and there from close friends I think I've come out even. All I could had hoped for.

I am really considering the J. Cimon Hot 100.

Black Flag style. 100 shows in 100 days.

Current Mood:	chipper
Current Music:	Swan Silvertones - How I Got Over

Okay, there is a lot of smack being said around the interwebs this week about how you can't introduce Robin into the current Batman film franchise. That's ridiculous. As Dick Grayson is actually one of my favorite superheroes in all of comicdom, I feel like I should help out here, offering my own take on how to bring Robin into the current franchise. It's a grimmer reality Nolan's set up here, so let's stick with that. Imagine all the currently established actors, and this should all work fine. For Robin, remember the kid that played young Bruce? He'll do for now.

I'm new to the community here, but I've been looking at Lit tattoos for a long time now. I've got two tatts already on my back and I'm itching for a new one. I want Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland Quote:

"Would you tell me please, which way I ought to go?"

"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat

"I don't much care where..." said Alice.

"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.

I think I might want the last line, followed by an image of the cat(or just his grin :D ), but I'm not sure where. Hrm. I'm debating on the ribcage under the breast but I realize that this is a fairly common place for lit tattoos. I'm not sure if that puts me off at all >_<

Do you think its too much if I use the entire quote? I feel a bit piecemeal at the moment.

( Here are a pic of my current tatts )

Opinions?

I haven't felt that feeling in a while until today.

I sat in my backyard indian style and welled up something for the earth and clinched the grass and ripped it right out of the soil. I sure did hate myself there for a minute. Now, I'm not so much mortified as I am numb. I like it this way. It's peaceful, it's quiet, and no one can get in to say hello.

I had a panic attack yesterday. I've been under-eating, and drinking again. Stress is a killer. It'll make my mustache turn grey damnit.

I've rented several Carson McCullers books from the library because she is the best at making anyone feel shittier than they already are if'n you need that type of feeling.

Don't you ever, don't you ever.
...Bis dan.

I'm sick of having a great voice but not always being able to sing on key, and I think part of my ennui is because I'm fucking bored. I'm not learning anything new. I meant to get on this months and months ago, and stalled out because I'm deeply concerned about finding a teacher that I can stand. Most teachers around here have a very strong churchy background, and as unflattering as this probably is to my character, that makes me about as uncomfortable as a Christian would be taking lessons from a Satanist. There's really no way to avoid it, though. I figure if I can suck it up and adhere to a strict "don't ask, don't tell" policy, I can probably deal.

I'd love to go back to dancing, but I'm not ready yet. I did the performing thing, and I got burnt out because there was too much pressure. With private lessons, there wouldn't be that sort of pressure to perform, and I could just do my own thing. I just want to be able to sing at holidays when my friends bring out the guitars and the mandolins. I want to be able to sing to my cats without being terrified that someone will hear me yowling atonally and be struck dead on the spot.

Huh.

It just occurred to me that howling would probably be a pretty good voice warmup.

Current Location:	Morningstar Hall
Current Mood:	sleepy
Current Music:	Nightwish -- Ghost Love Score

-"regret nothing" without the quotation marks, in either a bold typewriter font or something a bit more sketchy.
-"Do I dare disturb the universe?" is a bit longer and I've always thought a quote would look odd on me if it were perpendicular to my wrist.
-"stock your mind" from Angela's Ashes, perhaps curved with a book or books under it.
- I love the quotes "You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be" and "I want out of labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure. A sphinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined." both by Chuck Palahniuk.

I guess my questions are, which option is most viable for the forearm? I'm concerned about letters bleeding together in the future, but I love all of these ideas and it's hard for me to narrow them down to just a few words. Any advice you could give would be most greatly appreciated.

EDIT: Also, if I the font I choose is sketchy, would that affect its tendency to bleed together in the future?

I've been toying with the idea of getting either "not all who wander are lost" or "for in that sleep of death what dreams may come" (from Halmet, but also the title of my favorite novel. Possible with only the 'what dreams may come' portion). But I already have one text tattoo ("power to change") and am planning at least two more ("no day but today" and "when i'm sixty-four").

Right now, it's a toss up between the Tolkien and Shakespeare ones and "even warriors, they still cry" (a lyric by the same artist who wrote the song that 'power to change' is from). Thoughts? My latest tattoo is around my ankle, 'no day but today' will go around my other ankle. And my back is currently occupied by a music note and paw prints up my spine, so that's out. So any placement ideas? Preferably something that can be covered and isn't on my chubbyness. Lol, I just made a lot of limitations, I realize.

FUNNY HELL! I didn't even know it was a comedy, wikipedia thinks so, but I was horrified. Mabye I should watch it again and laugh a little at the stab sex and disembowlment.

Good movie though.

Had a good time in Ft. Worth. I had a burrito from the Taqueria across the street and it was the hottest thing I had ever eaten. It didn't hit me untill afterwards because I ate it so fast but my mouth throbbed for 45 minutes.

I was stuck in traffic in north Dallas for 3 hours and I was starting to fall asleep. It was over 100 degrees out and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

On my drive the next day I stopped off in Waco Texas. It was the hottest day I've driven. To the point where the windows being down made it no cooler than it was when the windows were up. Atleast with the windows down my own sweat would cool me down quicker.

I saw signs for the Texas Ranger Museum and made a quick merge into the exit lane and chilled in the air conditioned Texas Ranger Hall of Fame. It was pretty cool. The video I watched and a lot of the text along the walls was very ethicly prejudice towards native americans. Made it a little hard to take the museum serious becuase of how biased it was.

Made it to Austin early and I've not been here since I was 18.

Austin is just like Atlanta. I don't really know what the fuss is about this place. I met up with Davey. It's real good to see him. Before that I walked along congress and read Vice magazine about Mexican prostitute retirement home.

I rode a fixed gear bicycle last night. Davey and his friends had planned a little bike ride and invited me along. The bicycle was real nice. It takes a lot of energy to ride one because you not only use your legs to propel but also to make sure you don't go too fast. Austin has a lot of hills. After an extended climb up numerous hills and dodging a hippie drum circle up on top of a parking garage I came close to passing out. My diet of Dr. Pepper and raw sewage did not allow me to function as the rest of the dudes in my posse so I lied in a flower bed for 10 minutes as I fought to stay concious.

So after a while I got on the bicycle and coasted down hill and the cool wind calmed me down. Got some drank and soon fell asleep after reminicing about Furnace Fest.

Now I'm watching Celebrity Oops.

so a little heat exaustion play list I had going on from Ft. Worth to Austin

Three 6 Mafia - Tear Da Club Up
Son House - Country Farm Blues
Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Under the Bridge
Ray Scott - My Kind of Music
Rage Against The Machine - Revolver
Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade
Rage Against The Machine - People of The Sun
Phosphorescent - Not a Heel
Outbreak - Braindead|Scum
Longwave - All Sewn Up
Levon Helm - Poor Old Dirt Farmer
Leadbelly - Whoe Back Buck
Joe Nichols - Let's Get Drunk and Fight
Joe Nichols - My Whiskey Years
Joe Nichols - Who Are You When I'm Not Looking
Joe Nichols - Another Side of You
Joe Nichols - Real Things
Joe Nichols - She Only Smokes When She Drinks
Joe Nichols - Brokenheartsville
Joe Nichols - Just a Litt More
Joe Nichols - Should I Come Home
Joe Nichols - I'll Wait For You
Joe Nichols - That's What Love'll Get You
Joe Nichols - Talk Me Out of Tampa
Joe Nichols - Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off
Joe Nichols - Freedom Feels Like Lonely
Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah

For my fellow Comic-Con attendies interested in seeing Rifftrx live, ( here is teh info! )

If you want to go on your own, feel free to get yer own tickets at either time.

BUT - if you wanna go in a group (even a tiny one), let's figure out who all's going by Monday (unless we're afraid that's too late, in which case - tomorrow nightish?). Once we have that settled, we can all paypal me (or anyone really, I don't care) and I or the designated buyer will buy all the tickets at once so they seats are together!

Tickets are from ticket master so they are $25 PLUS a $6.25 convenience charge PLUS a $2.50 Building Facility charge (whatever that is) which equals $33.75 (Anyone know if there's tax? Also, I may check that phone number in the info to see if they're any cheaper.)

I personaly prefer the 9:30 time because A.) I already know a few people hitting that one and B.) It'll allow us time to milk every last second of the Exhibitor's hall and Panels.

Anyway - I already got a few responses from those interested in my last entry, but feel free to speak up again or for the first time!

Current Mood:

excited

However, if I were going to put a literary quotation along with it, it would be the following:

"Grave: a place in which the dead are laid to await the coming of the medical student." DEVIL'S DICTIONARY. Ambrose Bierce. 1911.

The tattoo signifies my decision to register with the University of Alabama-Birmingham's Anatomical Donor Program, ie making a bequest of my body for medical research after my death.

http://thebluerosetattoo.com/files/tattoos08/bequest_copy.jpg

On the twenty-seventh of this month, I'll have known Sargon for . . . seventeen years. Do I have any seventeen-year-old readers? How old do I have to feel, here?

Anyway. I'm surprised we made it this far. Not because of any drama -- even at our worst, we were still solid, and I really do think we've seen the worst already -- but because life is stupid and shit doesn't always work out.

I am surprised because I feel lucky to have this. It will always feel just a little like something I don't deserve, and so I think it's always going to surprise me.

Love you, sweetie!

Current Location:	Century, KS
Current Mood:	happy
Current Music:	Grand Magus -- Summer Solstice

photo by Daniel Jackson, found at foto_decadent

      "Do the charcoal stains ever completely wash away?" she asked, looking over to him from her position by the window.
       He hadn't moved from his current position for hours...awkwardly perched on the three-legged stool, his 6'3" frame hunched before a canvas. Though, when she spoke, he looked up, broken from a dark, dusty trance. He thought for a moment before answering, "Only when you don't want them to."  Pushing back his thick, black frames to position on the bridge of his large nose, he returned to his cartoon like position.
      She was left puzzled by this mysterious answer from this faraway boy with naturally rebellious hair and gawky physique, but indeed as she washed he hands in the artroom sink, no matter with how much soap, her tiny paws remained stained. Black spiderwebs of charcoal sunk deep into the lines of her palms, a constant reminder of what she had yet to do.

So many beautiful, unique people...my heels pound the floor and my heart pounds harder.

On a scale of one to ten, where ten is terrible but hilarious like, say, Flash Gordon or Krull, and a one is something nauseatingly unwatchable like Blood Waters of Dr. Z, this movie was about a three and a half. One point for Steven Strait, one for scenery, one for prehistoric mammals, and a half-point for the MST3k-style wisecracking it provokes.

Folks, this puts it behind Undiscovered for bad Steven Strait movies. He is shirtless in both, but he spends an awful lot of time in 10,000 BC looking like he rolled in mud the day before, so it fails (comparatively) at showcasing his prettiness.

I'm not sorry I watched it, it was enjoyable enough to hold my attention, but it was really bad. The dialogue was horrible, the fake accents were horrible, the plot was horrible, the characterization was horrible, and it was completely predictable. At one point, Sargon said "Hey! This is right about when guys on horses should come riding in to kill everyone. With torches and a battle standard!" Which is what happened.

"Oh, look!" I said. "It's the annoying comic relief sidekick! You can tell by the hair!"

And, later: "So, he's going to rescue this saber-toothed cat, and later it's going to save his life. Right?"

"Yeah! Then they'll call him 'the Boy Who Speaks To Pixels!'"

It was the kind of movie where you go: "That guy has a big ol' cloud of doom, that guy's going to sacrifice himself nobly, that guy's going to die by impalement. . . ."

It's quite beautiful to look at, so it's not an hour and a half of my life I want back, but I recommend watching it with both the sound and your brain turned off.