Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Bored with your regular old didlos? Has human anatomy lost it's 'zzaz but beastiality still isn't legal in your state? Do you daydream about being raped to death? Well have we got something for you!
The Cthulhu, but they can't call it that for copyright reasons.
The Xenomporph, as in Alien movies.
And the zombie model.
I would own those, but not to use. I'd just have them sitting around randomly on a shelf, or stored in a fancy box so when I die and people find them they'd be all 0_o. Still, I bet the Cthulhu one would get you off like crazy. If you'd like to own one go here, then call me.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Goddam, I hate hate HATE trying to add pictures to a post on here. Anyways, guess what I did today.
The purple is just surgical ink she used to guide the needle. It should wash off in a few days. Oh sweet lordy it hurt a lot more than I recall. I got my earlobe pierced way back in 1987 but it finally grew over a year or so ago. I had my eyebrow done in 1999 but had to take it out for job search reasons when I moved back to WV from NC.
I never had the upper part of my ear done done, though. For some reason that piercing is called a helix. Hurt like hellix would be a better name but i knew that would be the case going in so I had it done first, then brow and lobe. The first time I got the eyebrow done it was over before I even knew what happened, only felt a little pressure. Not this time. They were actually kinda startling and took my breath away for a few seconds, but really they all only hurt badly for about a minute or so after the stabbings and insertions. Right now they're sore but not so much that it's a distraction. Unless I bump them with my glasses, then they get ouchy.
Going to bed should be interesting for a few weeks. I've gotten to where I can only fall asleep if I'm laying on one side or the other, not flat on my back. With new, tender piercings on both sides I might be in for some miserable dozing. Actually all of my dozings are kinda miserable but usually it's from some mental anguish or vague ennui. Alas...
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
At some point this morning I had what should have been a really awesome dream but my damn subconscious wouldn't even let me have a fleeting moment of make believe joy. In the dream My Bloody Valentine and The Sugarcubes had reunited and were on tour. And not just reunited, but they also all formed a super group and played entirely new and amazing songs. The tour just happened to be coming to wherever I happened to be living and I was stoked. They were only playing small venues, in this instance a one room school house that had been turned into a hipster night club.
Naturally, tickets were very expensive and sold out quickly. I didn't get one. I wasn't massively upset though because I was still going to be able to hear the show by sitting on a hill beside the club that was public property. But nope, denied. Somehow the club had gotten permission to police the whole area and made us me leave. The dream morphed into something else unmemorable after that and I woke up.
How shitty is that? My own brain turns against me when I least expect it. I can sorta see how it would come up with the bit about me not being able to afford a ticket, since I'm usually poor, but you'd think that if my dream had me living in a place where a show like that could happen then maybe I might be able to actually enjoy it. I need to figure out which deep-seated neurosis was to blame. Was it a general sense of self-loathing, or maybe some sort of defeatist self pity trip, "nothing good ever happens to me, I get close but never get what I really want," or some sort of persecution complex? The best answer is probably "yes."