I have so much spam it is very hard to find the important emails. Argh.
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journal Archive
Yay!
The first set from our recent shoot is now posted on Gothic Sluts and discussable on the Blue Blood boards (only in the mature section please.) Whoo-hoo!
Note to the lovely subject of same: Post in my LJ what you want your password to be. My journal autoscreens, so it will be our secret. 🙂
Pink
Here is a blast from the past pic I shot at a now defunct but once fabulous club in Los Angeles:
Lots more nightlife galleries in the newly relaunched BlueBlood.net‘s Party section at http://www.blueblood.net/party.html
I just posted this pic for a pink theme, but it made me remember how much I enjoyed doing darkroom on complex photographic processes. I need to get new darkroom space. I don’t think I come across enough poisonous chemicals in my day-to-day life now without adding color darkroom chemistry. I heart art in the dark.
OMFG
So Forrest and I have been working like crazy on relaunching BlueBlood.net. I really appreciate all the cool people who have done writing and photography and modeling for this project and special thanks too to the folks who tested out the forums and stuff before we went live. I guess I need to start working on newsletters and stuff like that, but mostly I am so relieved to finally have the site redesign live. I am somewhere between wet and nauseaous. Kinda both really. Lemme know whatcha all think. If you find anything weird, please let me know because it just went live within the past hour and I’m crazy nervous about it. Oh, and sign up for the boards and make a couple of posts and click around to profiles and stuff because those were really complicated and the thing most likely to have something I want you all to let me know about.
OMFG
So Forrest and I have been working like crazy on relaunching BlueBlood.net. I really appreciate all the cool people who have done writing and photography and modeling for this project and special thanks too to the folks who tested out the forums and stuff before we went live. I guess I need to start working on newsletters and stuff like that, but mostly I am so relieved to finally have the site redesign live. I am somewhere between wet and nauseaous. Kinda both really. Lemme know whatcha all think. If you find anything weird, please let me know because it just went live within the past hour and I’m crazy nervous about it. Oh, and sign up for the boards and make a couple of posts and click around to profiles and stuff because those were really complicated and the thing most likely to have something I want you all to let me know about.
Lazy Fucker
So I’m finally done with the last course of antibiotics, but I still feel like death in a blender. Just with less of a sore throat/can’t breathe thing going on.
Got back the results of the last round of blood work and apparently I’m producing antibodies to some foods I would really rather not be. Apparently one of the reasons a low carb diet helps me is that my body produces antibodies to fight off wheat, yeast, and quinoa and to a lesser extent stuff like bananas. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
On a happy note, I am now documented as delightfully allergic to pinto beans and lima beans, both of which I have always loathed.
My period just started.
I’d really like to have a couple weeks where I was running at full steam. I told a friend on ICQ I just woke up and he called me a bum and, even though I generally adore him, I wanted to crawl through the monitor and break a bottle over his head. I hate, hate, hate not being able to work at proper superhuman capacity. I hate the weakness of my flesh. And I don’t believe keeping a regular daytime schedule makes someone a harder worker, under the best of circumstances.
When I was younger, I could take a double courseload at a good school and get great grades and still have my parents tell me I was clearly lazy if I slept until noon on a particular day and thus returned a 10am call from them at 1pm. No matter that I had worked twenty hours the night before. I don’t take weekends. I don’t take holidays. Not Thanksgiving. Not my birthday. Nothing. And I still honestly believe somewhere inside that, if I were not such a lazy fucker, if I could just work a few more hours a day, then all my dreams would come true. That anything I lack is just because I’m not self-disciplined enough.
On one level, I know I can’t think of anyone I know, my parents included, who I think works a bunch harder than I do. But, on another level, I think I probably just really screwed up taking these ten minutes to mention online that I’m still feeling under the weather. Like this is probably why I haven’t really fulfilled my potential yet.
Lazy Fucker
So I’m finally done with the last course of antibiotics, but I still feel like death in a blender. Just with less of a sore throat/can’t breathe thing going on.
Got back the results of the last round of blood work and apparently I’m producing antibodies to some foods I would really rather not be. Apparently one of the reasons a low carb diet helps me is that my body produces antibodies to fight off wheat, yeast, and quinoa and to a lesser extent stuff like bananas. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
On a happy note, I am now documented as delightfully allergic to pinto beans and lima beans, both of which I have always loathed.
My period just started.
I’d really like to have a couple weeks where I was running at full steam. I told a friend on ICQ I just woke up and he called me a bum and, even though I generally adore him, I wanted to crawl through the monitor and break a bottle over his head. I hate, hate, hate not being able to work at proper superhuman capacity. I hate the weakness of my flesh. And I don’t believe keeping a regular daytime schedule makes someone a harder worker, under the best of circumstances.
When I was younger, I could take a double courseload at a good school and get great grades and still have my parents tell me I was clearly lazy if I slept until noon on a particular day and thus returned a 10am call from them at 1pm. No matter that I had worked twenty hours the night before. I don’t take weekends. I don’t take holidays. Not Thanksgiving. Not my birthday. Nothing. And I still honestly believe somewhere inside that, if I were not such a lazy fucker, if I could just work a few more hours a day, then all my dreams would come true. That anything I lack is just because I’m not self-disciplined enough.
On one level, I know I can’t think of anyone I know, my parents included, who I think works a bunch harder than I do. But, on another level, I think I probably just really screwed up taking these ten minutes to mention online that I’m still feeling under the weather. Like this is probably why I haven’t really fulfilled my potential yet.
Tired with Your Life
I just downloaded my personal email. Usually do it a few times a day but didn’t yesterday cause I was illin’. 800+ messages and supposedly spam is illegal. Received one with the Subject: Tired with your life? Purchase Valium. I hope they mean like for stress management, although one would have a larger average sale if the point was to overdose. Not a lot of repeat biz though I think.
On a sexy note, the wondrous Forrest made a pic of the day for SinIsHer.com
Tired with Your Life
I just downloaded my personal email. Usually do it a few times a day but didn’t yesterday cause I was illin’. 800+ messages and supposedly spam is illegal. Received one with the Subject: Tired with your life? Purchase Valium. I hope they mean like for stress management, although one would have a larger average sale if the point was to overdose. Not a lot of repeat biz though I think.
On a sexy note, the wondrous Forrest made a pic of the day for SinIsHer.com
Toaster Rules
Hey, check it out, someone did artwork inspired by Forrest Black’s and my photography from Blue Blood’s GothicSluts.com and it doesn’t suck. Most people just run a filter on one of our photos and think they are artists, but this is actually cool-looking and creative. Even though I like the picture, I would be kind of cranky that the painter didn’t credit me and Forrest Black, only he didn’t credit himself either. Just batty and ghoulycat
Last night, went to a steakhouse in the Valley to hang out with an online pal in town for the weekend. She just took a job with a company that does all these really rough sex vids. I mean, really really rough. Of course, I looked through their preview and knew people performing. I’m sure this says something, but I have no idea what. My friends and her new coworkers were all super-welcoming and cool and we had a lot of fun. Got the inside skinny on some stuff I was surprised by.
Forrest and I left before the tittie bar portion of the evening to go to kellylind and alexandrial’s housewarming. It was a trick to get to because someone in power had inexplicably blocked off most of downtown, but Forrest and I eventually prevailed. I was forewarned that some people find Kelly’s neighborhood scary, so I was prepared when two kind of dangerous-looking characters accosted me when I got out of my car. One greeted me in a friendly fashion, so I said “hi” back. Then the other guy stood up and unlocked the door to Kelly and Alex’s building, promised to keep an eye on my car, and ushered us in with a fluorish. Kelly and Alex have a gorgeous studio, well-worthy of having a party thrown in its honor. The crowd of people there was cool, met some new folks, and ended up wrapped in conversation with Alex and Kelly into the wee hours. Pretty much until my cough medication wore off. I’m calling my doctor in the morning. Cause this sick thing has got to go.
As we were heading out, the evening’s doorman turned the building keys back in to Kelly and stumbled off happily. My car was indeed untouched. Makes a girl feel good about the world.
Ate leftoever Indian delivery while watching Aqua Teen Hungerforce and fell asleep.
Slept in for the first time in like a month today. Coughing had been waking me.
Bought a toaster. Haven’t owned one in years, but I’ve been spending a fortune on toast with this cold because hot buttered toast seems to be the most soothing thing. My toaster is a Black & Decker chrome noir affair. It is the vertical kind and the grips adjust to toast anything from the smallest frozen treat to a king-size bagel. It’s super! I ate a lot of toasted English muffins tonight. With yummy European extra-dense butter. It was only like $25. I feel silly for not having purchased one sooner. Except I guess that I usually eat low carb when feeling healthy. Still, this toaster thing is awesome!
Toaster Rules
Hey, check it out, someone did artwork inspired by Forrest Black’s and my photography from Blue Blood’s GothicSluts.com and it doesn’t suck. Most people just run a filter on one of our photos and think they are artists, but this is actually cool-looking and creative. Even though I like the picture, I would be kind of cranky that the painter didn’t credit me and Forrest Black, only he didn’t credit himself either. Just batty and ghoulycat
Last night, went to a steakhouse in the Valley to hang out with an online pal in town for the weekend. She just took a job with a company that does all these really rough sex vids. I mean, really really rough. Of course, I looked through their preview and knew people performing. I’m sure this says something, but I have no idea what. My friends and her new coworkers were all super-welcoming and cool and we had a lot of fun. Got the inside skinny on some stuff I was surprised by.
Forrest and I left before the tittie bar portion of the evening to go to kellylind and alexandrial’s housewarming. It was a trick to get to because someone in power had inexplicably blocked off most of downtown, but Forrest and I eventually prevailed. I was forewarned that some people find Kelly’s neighborhood scary, so I was prepared when two kind of dangerous-looking characters accosted me when I got out of my car. One greeted me in a friendly fashion, so I said “hi” back. Then the other guy stood up and unlocked the door to Kelly and Alex’s building, promised to keep an eye on my car, and ushered us in with a fluorish. Kelly and Alex have a gorgeous studio, well-worthy of having a party thrown in its honor. The crowd of people there was cool, met some new folks, and ended up wrapped in conversation with Alex and Kelly into the wee hours. Pretty much until my cough medication wore off. I’m calling my doctor in the morning. Cause this sick thing has got to go.
As we were heading out, the evening’s doorman turned the building keys back in to Kelly and stumbled off happily. My car was indeed untouched. Makes a girl feel good about the world.
Ate leftoever Indian delivery while watching Aqua Teen Hungerforce and fell asleep.
Slept in for the first time in like a month today. Coughing had been waking me.
Bought a toaster. Haven’t owned one in years, but I’ve been spending a fortune on toast with this cold because hot buttered toast seems to be the most soothing thing. My toaster is a Black & Decker chrome noir affair. It is the vertical kind and the grips adjust to toast anything from the smallest frozen treat to a king-size bagel. It’s super! I ate a lot of toasted English muffins tonight. With yummy European extra-dense butter. It was only like $25. I feel silly for not having purchased one sooner. Except I guess that I usually eat low carb when feeling healthy. Still, this toaster thing is awesome!
Yay!
Yay! I made my Marquis deadline despite being all phlegmy and gross. I’m generally a lot more clearheaded now, but I’m talking a little bit Kermit-style and I’m having trouble wearing a bra because I feel like there is a huge rubberband around my lungs. Got a new prescription which ought to clear out the rest of it though.
Having finished my priority work, I decided it would be okay to address my cough with NyQuil. I keep checking the stove to see if my lunch is ready. Only I ordered Indian delivery.
Hey, apparently someone in Russia likes my journal: http://journal.gotik.ru/users/amartia/comments/323785/Anyone read Russian? The babelfish had some trouble with this one. Hee hee
Yay!
Yay! I made my Marquis deadline despite being all phlegmy and gross. I’m generally a lot more clearheaded now, but I’m talking a little bit Kermit-style and I’m having trouble wearing a bra because I feel like there is a huge rubberband around my lungs. Got a new prescription which ought to clear out the rest of it though.
Having finished my priority work, I decided it would be okay to address my cough with NyQuil. I keep checking the stove to see if my lunch is ready. Only I ordered Indian delivery.
Hey, apparently someone in Russia likes my journal: http://journal.gotik.ru/users/amartia/comments/323785/Anyone read Russian? The babelfish had some trouble with this one. Hee hee
Saturday pix
Got my Saturday snapshots from Phoenix up now at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/phoenixforum2004/040304/index.html. As always, if you are in the pic, feel free to repost at will, but please leave the URL credit on.
Me and Forrest in the limo SUV on the way to dinner:
Dinner proves to be too much metal for one hand:
Digesting with clothing optional trampolining:
Relaxing:
Very relaxing:
Drunk dialing:
Saturday pix
Got my Saturday snapshots from Phoenix up now at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/phoenixforum2004/040304/index.html. As always, if you are in the pic, feel free to repost at will, but please leave the URL credit on.
Me and Forrest in the limo SUV on the way to dinner:
Dinner proves to be too much metal for one hand:
Digesting with clothing optional trampolining:
Relaxing:
Very relaxing:
Drunk dialing: