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.

Stars know why we fall, I just wish they were thinking out loud

The meteors we end up seeing in the sky like this are actually about the size of Volkswagen bugs or washing machines, but burn up to about the size of a bottle cap or a pea. I'm guessing ours shrunk down to beer cans, or maybe that's too poetic to assume from last night.
Fremontians, Newarkians and Nile-ites all piled in cars and we took the back roads (Ian Long, if you're reading this, you're a shitty person to follow in a car, k? thnx) along Skyline Blvd through Montara.

In other non-awkward announcements:

• almost done with Carl Flynn's album cover art
• Alternative Press Expo '09 may still happen!!! with the help of Paul Barron, granted that his broken wrist heals eventually.
  
• Congratulations to Elie & Emery Wasser and welcome to their son, Evrin Lansing Wasser.
• The squarenose helmetfish painting has been done for weeks now, perhaps the recipient can scan it and send me an image for my portfolio -bats eyelashes-

Silly me for not scanning it before giving it as a gift.

Onwards to food. Until next time, fuckwits
Cheers,
c.i.

Wingnut Presents: APE 09

I've made it through my surgery well enough. I found out I have a high enough pain tolerance that I scared a couple of the nurses, especially when they messed up with the IV three times in a row; I was joking around about how I was scared of syringes the whole time, ha.
They removed scar tissue from the left part of my pelvic wall. I also got some lovely candid snapshots of my appendix, liver and uterus. I'm officially diagnosed with endometriosis (fucking duh, thanks Sparky), but my gyno (i.e. mentally I call him Sparky because the genius came by with my results just as I had woken up from the anesthetic ... I think that's part of the curriculum of medical school) wants to start me on a regiment of hormone killers just to make sure. I'm reluctant to mess around with shutting down any of my systems, let alone one that has been so troublesome to both sides of my family. Supposedly there's no long term effects, and that it would only be for 3-4 months. I say not right now, if at all.

Reality didn't kick in until I actually went to look at the rates for Alternative Press Expo in October. It's a month sooner this year than it was last year. Last year I pushed it to the absolute last minute, and ended up producing something that I was less than satisfied with. It's weird to actually put this thought out there, or to even contemplate this: but I feel like everything is falling into place, and that this downtime is the perfect oppurtunity for me to produce something that I can be happy with and want to share with other people.

Let the games begin.