Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

I've only gotten to see her (until recently) once every two years, and suddenly, since this past Friday, I have been seeing her every day (today being the exception). We've been playing catch up on the ten years we weren't able to even see each other for more than a few hours.
We grew up away from each other, sending letters and having three hour telephone calls, sometimes nothing for a few years.

Somehow we're now collaborating on a comic that she's written, and has been writing for the past year and I've been doing character sketches, working out the kinks together.

I've been enjoying the last few days of this indian summer smoking cigarettes in a cemetery with a girl I have fucking adored for the better part of my life.

The flip-side of these past few days has made me miss everyone else I've lost touch with/no longer speak with. To the point to where I woke up out of a dead sleep around 3:30AM this morning and couldn't get back to sleep.

And now for something completely different:

• Who the FUCK posts an online quiz to be completed by the morning AFTER Halloween weekend? Really?
  

Happy All-Hallows' Eve / All Saints / Day of the Dead,
c.i.

Tombstone [Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt]

It's been a very strange and wonderful span of 240+ hours. Ideas and projects are a-brewing and I'll post some sketches once I get the chance.

Naughty bits by Conrad Roset

Thank you, Maelie.

Maeve Winona

My niece was born on Friday morning around 5:30AM. Seven pounds, six ounces of fricken adorable caterpillar.

Momentary lapse of judgment and privacy

1. Although I consider myself an open person, I'm finding my boundaries as far as respecting others' privacy, and my own. If I let loose all the little dirty secrets of the shitstorm I've been faring for the past 18 months, I would suddenly lose quite a bit of self-respect and quite possibly friends.
   
2. I still am filled with immense joy when someone I grew up with doesn't recognize me whatsoever when we bump into each other in a public place.
   
3. This weekend brings the last weekend of the Northern California Renaissance Faire, and with it sadness and some glee. I've missed out on some events around the Bay Area that I know I will be kicking myself for (i.e. Hoodstock '09, XY Scatter playing at the Blue Macaw after a year hiatus, the hip-hop show at The Stork Club Saturday night, Alternative Press Expo '09, and even GOGOL BORDELLO PLAYING AT THE FOX THEATER IN OAKLAND), but for the ... experience of the Ren Faire (basis for LARP, Confidential) and the very gracious, gorgeous, generous and thoroughly AMAZING people I have met through Nativearth, Schulps Pottery and good ol' Patrick Morris & archery, I wouldn't trade it for damn near anything.
4. Finally, I sadly have not made the deadline for Alternative Press Expo this year (Matthew Silady had offered to sell my comics at his two booths, which you should fucking check out anyway!!) BUT I will have material available online AND I'm working towards WonderCon '10. If there are any painters, artists, vagabonds that would like to work a table with me, please email me.
   
5. I got called a dumb grownup for the first time this week by a little girl I was trying to comfort. She was getting a flu shot (made a deal with my mother that if I went and got tattoos, I wouldn't complain about vaccinations or shots) and I was trying to tell her it would be okay, and she told me to shut up, that I was just another dumb grownup. I was deeply insulted.
   

And now for something completely different; pretending like I'll be going to do homework and not be a vandal.

When there's nothing left to burn ...

You aggravate the hell out of me, but you showed me something beautiful. I can only hope you find that kind of beauty in your world. I think you have.
I'm still looking for mine.
Final thoughts before indulging in the weekend and the strange thoughts and feelings that they entail:

I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing left to say.

Naughty Bits via Chagrin
[Fine, yes, I was a copycat. Get over it]

[speechless]

It's been a long time since my faith in humanity has been revived or even restored.

Someone anonymously left a fruit tart and a note for my mother, wishing her a speedy recovery with her recent surgery.

I almost started crying, it was so simple and very beautiful.

Whoever you are, thank you for making my mom the happiest I've seen her in years.

Girl Anachronism

[Excerpt from my sketchbook, opening for mini-sode for Wingnut, "LARP, Confidential ®"]

Beginning to feel like all the Faire participants are escapists in their own right.
Life crams itself into every nook and cranny within the few days we're there, and it revives my best memories of art school, building sets for theater and even childhood. The euphoria is then wrapped in a sleeping bag, deep-fried in THC, homemade mead and lust. Dust lightly with Casa Boogers and serve between 59º - 96ºF.

Besides, where else can I hammer in tent-stakes with a 4-inch heel red pleather knee-high fuck-me boots?