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Can I hire someone to sleep for me? Had a great shoot yesterday and just finished another great shoot today. The stars just really seem to be aligning to make 2003 an excellent year. If I could just get a little bit of time to catch up on stuff and get some sleep. I think the LJ icon for exhausted should not be so grumpy looking. I’m really happy right now, just also really wrecked.

Yowza!!! Check out the update just made to http://www.barelyevil.com/

I love shooting with Szandora. We have to bring you back out to LA, girl.

–Amelia G

Sugary Booze

Just got back from a session with my trainer and I had really good news on my answering machine and I feel excellent. Yesterday we had to cut it short after I had only done treadmill because I felt so sick. I was looking kind of pasty green. I don’t really drink alcohol or eat processed sugar usually, but I sure did when I was in Vegas when we were exhibiting at BondCon. The convention hotel did not have the greatest food, so, although we went to good hotels with good restaurants every night, I ate Starbucks cookies for breakfast every day. Might have had a few buffet desserts too. The alcohol is self-explanatory and already covered. Yesterday’s abortive workout reminded me why I usually don’t do sugar and booze and definitely not sugary booze. I think I’m going to go touch up my hair color now. Maybe I will go to see Social Distortion tonight.

–Amelia G

HOB=so not punk; valet, tippable bathroom attendants & a room people pay $3,000 for access to (I’ve always gotten in free ’cause I’m just so darn cool.)

In fact went to see Social D tonight. Seeing shows in Los Angeles at the House of Blues is kind of not punk rock enough for an event like that. I kept thinking how incredible that show would have been at the old 930 Club in DC where you could have a real pit. I’m pretty teeny, so I used to be a champion crowd surfer. House of Blues normally throws out anyone who moshes, slams, crowd surfs, stage dives etc. Although Jonny “Two Bags” Wickersham denied any knowledge of this, I think Social D actually had a special rider of some sort where audience members were warned once to stop and not thrown out unless they did it again.

So I’m being all suave at the Social D reserved table on the balconey. Only I was hungry so I ordered the catfish nuggets as well as some water. I know how to stage dive, but I sure don’t know how to eat sit down food at a concert. So the catfish nuggets gave me a stomach ache and I was sitting there swallowing Pepcid caplets and then I dropped my water in my lap. Suave all right!

Forrest Black says he thinks he would like House of Blues better if he were older and physically incapable of getting into a real pit. Personally the show made me feel a thousand years old. Mike Ness pulled the three youngest kids in the audience up on stage and gave a really moving speech about the old school and the new school and leaving a legacy, having had a reason for having lived. For a moment, I kind of wanted to be the busty thirteen-year-old with the mohawk who was so completely in the head space of being at the show. How did I get from wearing ripped jeans and used combat boots and cheap lingeries and getting covered with sweat at shows to sitting on the balconey embarressing myself by soaking my Mandy Black Blest shirt, Betsy Johnson skirt, and New Rocks? It was a really fun show though. It reminded me of a lot of what excited me about this stuff in the first place. Anyway, here is a happy shout out to Jonny, Brandise, and Jeremy for the hook-up for a fun show. 🙂 Afterwards, we went to a friend’s studio and just chilled for a while.

Now I need to settle down to get some sleep.

–Amelia G

I heart my pillow

I have about a zillion things to do, but I am just exhausted. Plum tuckered out.

We did a really great shoot today and my place is tidy now, but I have cool site updates and anti-hacker crap to do. Plus I’ve got some magazine deadlines looming, a ridiculous number of emails to read and respond to, and a grotesque mountain of laundry.

And I need to get ready for a big announcement of an exciting new project I am working on.

Gah, I’m also seeing my trainer tomorrow for the first time in a week. I may be dead by this time tomorrow.

–Amelia G

Can I hire someone to sleep for me?

Had a great shoot yesterday and just finished another great shoot today. The stars just really seem to be aligning to make 2003 an excellent year. If I could just get a little bit of time to catch up on stuff and get some sleep.

I think the LJ icon for exhausted should not be so grumpy looking. I’m really happy right now, just also really wrecked.

–Amelia G

Vegas Rocks My World Yet Again!

I am wrecked, but my Vegas trip was soooooooooo awesome. Forrest Black and I brought Yolanda, Szandora, and Sabrina to be our booth babes. They were so much fun to hang out with and it was such a good mix of people. So many girls who model — yes, even the really beautiful ones — are competitive and insecure, but our three lovely pals were all totally cool and got along great. Our girls autographed lots of pictures. There were people who had driven hours just to come by our booth. We met this one cool blue-haired guy who does an extreme rocketry magazine. Forrest was like so what do you do and he said rocket scientist and he was not kidding. How cool is that! We stayed in the convention hotel for convenience, but it was sort of so so. So we hit tons of other hotels on the strip after we closed up our exhibit booth for the day. One of the hotels had a morph booth where you could see what your child would look like. Yolanda and Szandora had two lovely little blonde girls. I was a slut and had a love child with Forrest and with Sabrina. Forrest and I had a disturbingly wholesome and 70’s-looking little boy and Sabrina and I had a nice little girl with black pigtails. Once we have all recovered enough to scan our children in, I will probably post them. Possibly on Blue Blood. We only brought a snapshot camera, but we did take funny snapshots of a lot of our friends. We took turns with Steve Diet Goedde taking unflattering snapshot pix in each others booths. Steve and Forrest and I were just fucking around, but I had a couple of photographers show me portfolios of what I guess for them was their serious work . . . and they actually had pictures shot past Forrest’s or my elbow at events we shot at. Sheesh. Met a ton of cool new people though and reconnected with some terrific folks we have not seen in ages. Our old editor from Fetish is editing a magazine all about ass now. A bunch of us went to what Yolanda described as a “sausage bar” like the movie Coyote Ugly. Yolanda and Isabella Sinclaire and I were getting sugary yummy free drinks poured down our throats by a hardbodied dancer chick who held a towel under our chins so we would not dribble. It was not a great place to be a hot boi though, so Yolanda and Isabella stayed dancing on the bar, while the rest of us went for food. You can get a complete meal at any time of the day or night in Vegas and that is just the best. Speaking of food, it sounds like my lunch date is here, so I’m going to go munch. More later . . .

–Amelia G

Less Than Stellar

So why am I feeling less than stellar?

Well, I have a cold. A really bad cold. It feels like my period is going to start the first day of BondCon. Our server was hacked and I’m having to manually fix literally hundreds and hundreds of things. Hundreds and hundreds of tedious things. If you are a model who appears or a photographer who has work on http://www.gothicsluts.com/ or http://www.barelyevil.com/ and you have a comp membership which is not working, do not stress. Please just e-mail your username to info@gothicsluts.com and it will get fixed shortly after we get back from Vegas. In addition, apparently, I missed some huge drama the last few days, but I’m so looking forward to enjoying the fallout. I’ve got a shoot today for which the rockstar subject has not confirmed. Which I wouldn’t stress about except that it is for a magazine cover and I will be out of town again shortly and unable to shoot and I have no reason to think the shoot won’t happen, except that everything has been going wrong for the last few days.

–Amelia

BondCon Reservations

On a positive note, I guess I haven’t mentioned BondCon in my LJ yet. Forrest Black and I will be exhibiting for our photography and http://www.blueblood.net/ and http://www.barelyevil.com/ and http://www.gothicsluts.com/ at the convention. We are bringing our models Szandora, Yolanda, and Sabrina and maybe some special guests to be our lovely booth babes. If any of you cool LJ folks will be in Vegas for the convention, come on by and say, “hello, I’m electricnemesiscat.” (Or whatever LJ name I would know you by.)

It was pretty funny when I called up the hotel to make the reservations. Most conventions have a convention rate and BondCon was no exception. The discounted convention rooms had, however, already sold out by the time I called to pay for rooms for everybody. Doh! Because the rooms had already sold out when I called, the nice reservations lady could not find anything for BondCon in the computer. She asked me if I had the “convention code” but I didn’t.

So then she asked me what B-O-N-D stood for . . .

. . . I said, “uhmmmmmmmmmmmm, bondage.”

“Oh goodness! Really?

This is a Winter Wonderland picture for me. I live in Los Angeles. The rest of this series appeared on GothicSluts.com and more pix are available in our Blue Blood Models Yahoo Group

I love LA, but I really really really miss snow.

–Amelia G

http://www.blueblood.net/

I do solemnly resolve

http://www.blackleathertimes.com/v5_5/4.html

Succeeded on the hospital front because I lost my insurance. Was scheduled for court four or five times.

1991 Resolution:



To meet a nice boy and get a regular job which

paid better than freelance writing or being a stagehand.

1991 Result:

Sold my first men’s magazine freelance article.

Started dating women.

1992 Resolution:



To meet a nice boy and get a regular job which

paid better than freelance writing or being a stagehand.

1992 Result:

Met a nice boy. Got a job as a sales clerk in a sex shop. Was lucky enough to get the job three months before the owner fired everyone else including her own daughter for stealing from the store. Got promoted to manager.

I’m sort of back (in Los Angeles anyway) and I’m having a really rotten day.

Oh yeah and this is going to be my last ebay auction for a long time. Stuff is going for pretty much the lowest it ever has. Two hours left to win some really cool magazines:

Gothic & Fetish Magazines on Ebay

–Amelia G

What I was thinking 10 years ago today . . .

http://www.blackleathertimes.com/v3_2/9.html

Party Tips

by Amelia G

There are a number of items you will need to throw a good New Year’s party.

1. One unwitting person’s house.

2. Two crates of pre-gummed glitter confetti.

3. Three cases of Kool Aid mix.

4. Four gallons of grain alcohol.

5. Five jars of Crisco.

6. Six underage friends who feel a burning need to . . .

Well, I don’t think I can really write anything very funny about throwing parties right now. I love throwing parties. Yeah, some asshole/close friend always offends the neighbors and pees in the backyard or vomits in the laundry machine or tries to fuck and do drugs in your room or breaks something by “just leaning on it” they swear. But I love giving parties. I’m a workaholic and I love getting an evening where my only assigned task is to have fun. Well, as the Cambodian crew we had a bunch of parties and I enjoyed that, but Cambodia as a house is no more. I was quite ready to move on and have huge blow-outs in a new environment. I wanted to live in a house with more firearms, less bickering, and a more diverse guest list. We found a place. We set a date for our first bash. We named our new home Hollow Point. We got a bad recommendation from our landlord. We were screwed. If I had some place to sleep the crusty-eyed morn of January 1, 1993 . . .

Hee hee. Here are some more recent resolutions:

http://www.blackleathertimes.com/v5_5/1.html

Get in shape.

Dye my hair more often.

Drink less caffeine.

Go to more conventions.

Make some money for a change and sue some people who deserve it.

Sue some people who don’t deserve to be sued (even though they actually deserve to be curbstomped instead.)

Write a science fiction novel or start a science fiction magazine or something similarly unrealistic

The night is yet young

Just went out to Bar Sinister and saw Dead Girls play a good show.

Last night I was supposed to go out to a new club and pick up new Blue Blood T-shirts with are by the talented Trevor Brown http://www.blueblood.net/store/ but I fell asleep instead. Of course, prior to that, my trainer cut our workout short because I turned all cold and ghostly white. I guess it is going to take a while to get in the shape I want to be in.

Why is it so like pulling teeth to get myself to go out at night, when it is usually fun? Only two people hit me up for stuff which would be free for them and expensive and time-consuming for me tonight. Whoo-hoo! Off to an after-party momentarily, so the night is yet young and perhaps there will be more. Just had to come home for an internet fix. I could quit any time I wanted though. I quit drinking coffee a couple of weeks ago. At least for the time-being.

–Amelia G