Another Easy Rider goes down

Pabst Blue Ribbon, motherfucker.
RIP Dennis Hopper

In other news: going to a wedding in the country.
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new idea for distribution of art

In Dreams,
xo
cait

Little known fact

Random fact about Caitlin Interruption #3: I ♥ hockey. My favorite thing right now is following the Detroit Redwings v.s. San Jose Sharks semi-final series. First game of the series was tonight, 4-3 Sharks ^_^

Captain Obvious's fact of the day:
Caitlin loves comics. If I can even reach a fraction of this awesome, or even this, I will die a happy Caitlin.

Many thanks to Mr. Sumnicht for these gems.

P.S. Want to buy some of my art AND help a girl (aside from me) be happy? Stay tuned to find out how.

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Zim Hates You

Just when I think I fail at dates, I remember this particular scene.
Also, Jhonen dishes on why ZIM (and Yo-han) hates you.

Also, I was probably never meant to be blonde.
But I digress, and continue in spring cleaning.

The bleach singed my braincells
xo
see.eye

Sixth of March

If you haven't already, Britten and Brülightly by Hannah Berry is a must read, I had forgotten the title until this past month.
And here are the beginnings of a self-portrait. It needs work.

Another week.
xo
see.eye

Ex Kay See Dee

♥ this webcomic, inspired at three ante meridiem

snoozin'
c.i.

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?

Art to your Face

Enjoy

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.