I hope you're all well and happy! I haven't responded to comments or letters since I've been busy moving, working and drinking too much. I need to take it easy, but it's hard to do after years of two or more jobs, plus school and a quasi-social life.

Show me some love, people! I don't have Internet at my new house yet, but I'll need something to do when I'm being lazy.

I found these old pictures recently; they're three or more years old. It's funny how an image can trigger a host of memories. I start to feel a little forlorn when I look at old photos.

I've been rescuing unloved furniture; I found myself a fouton frame and a chest.

Mundane Madeleine Trivia

I'm obsessed with keeping track of my daily activities and duties (honestly, this is the only way I ever get things done) and I enjoy having a beautiful little bound day planner with straps and extra pockets. I save most of my day planners, too, so that I can page through my days from the last year and wonder why I didn't ever finish that flip book stuffed in the back.

Oh, so tired.

My bones drag...



I've lost a lot of weight recently, and none of my clothes fit properly now.

But today I upgraded to a 10g curved barbell in my septum. That makes me happy.

Here's what you need for a great New Year's Eve:

- gothic ballgowns and vintage masquerade masks, which are worn to parties by both you and your best friend, who end up dancing to everything from Depeche Mode and Twisted Sister. Also, your father's favorite whiskey, which should be drunk straight from the bottle and cause you to fondly remember and demonstrate a game you and your sister used to play that involved dinosaurs. Antique wheelchairs, basement Nikes and the invention of the term "waste rock" are key ingredients. Finally, yummy vegan food, outrageous Williams Shatner impressions and icy conditions, all culminating in broken chairs and a marriage proposal. Good thing I took a power nap.

I just saw Fuck the Facts, and they're fucking amazing. They performed in a building that used to be, among other things, a slaughterhouse. The space was fairly small, but the room was packed full of sweaty, happy, crusty kids. Insanity. The tiny female vocalist spit in my friend's face and charged the crowd and shoved people against each other.I enjoyed it tremendously.

And I saw Necrophagist for the second time two nights ago - holy shit! Their performance was much tighter, their stage presence was riveting, and I couldn't believe their precision. Incredible. So fucking good. Yeah.

So these days, I'm not sure what to say for myself. I've been dumpstering, reading and reading and reading, sewing clothes, drinking too much, working late, sleeping little, walking a lot, and living off coffee and freegan finds. I only spend time with people I truly respect and refuse to talk to those I don't. I've been listening to a lot of good music and dreaming of word patterns and nonce forms and drawing pencils when I do sleep. I carry a sketchbook everywhere. I wear too much eyeliner. I rarely take off my boots.

I would write more for you, but I just drove eight hours through ice and snow in a van without heat, and I'm tired. I might pretend I'm a badass, but I'm not all that badass. I'll be back later.


(sometimes I'm sassy)

AnnaLee's new set is beautiful and ever-so-slightly creepy. Go look at it.

Watch The Woods if you like nice little tales about witchcraft. Also, if you have a Bruce Campbell obsession, this movie's for you.

Read poetry by Frankie Paino.

Tell me something crazy!

I used to be a cute baby.

Now I have to try hard.

Mundane Madeleine Trivia:

Does it matter that I'm more fascinated by a History Channel special on odd cases of people who walk on all fours, rather than the international news which I intended to watch?

(Deformities excite me tremendously. I used to pretend to be either blind or paraplegic when I was little, or sometimes both).

Please don't forget to vote today!

Mundane Madeleine Trivia:

Mayonnaise makes me quiver in disgust.

P.S. I can't include photos of the Zombie March or of my ridiculously elaborate costume because it was very cold outside and my camera refused to work properly. Hopefully I'll be getting photos from another source before long, since I'd like to have something to remind me of the event. The march was great fun. Everyone was well-behaved, noone was disruptive and noone attempted to make the march a political statement of some kind (an occurrence that's not unheard of in my locale). Although the undead did end up plastering themselves against restaurant windows and growling at the patrons inside during the last half of the walk. I'll admit, I got caught up in the spirit of thing and snarled at passersby with gusto. Fortunately, no police were involved. We hadn't even bothered to get a permit for the march. I'm actually rather surprised the entire event went so well.

Yay! So the next event I'm preparing for is a poetry reading on the 15th (oh, so nervous!) and then I'm holding a Donner Party after Thanksgiving. Yes, the theme is in poor taste, and no, we won't be living it up in snow huts.

How laughable is it to become good friends with someone who treats you amazingly well (because said person has a huge crush on you), then to start dating this person, then to have this person dump you after a few weeks because he can't handle the fact that you're a Suicide Girl and and don't have a problem with showing off your naked body?

I give up completely.

Moving...it's getting closer.

Rainy morning, warm tea, fat puppy, The Breakfast Club followed by Shaun of the Dead and later on, costume construction - it's a lovely day. I'm planning to check out my roommate's band Behold tonight, then walk a few blocks to the Skarp, Citizen Fish and Leftover Crack show. Tater tots and beer with my Skarp buddies after. Now if only I didn't have this vile cold. I have no idea why, but I passed out yesterday while putting bread in the toaster - literally. Everything started to get blurry, then dark, and I fell against the counter. Probably, I was out for no more than a few minutes and I came to with my puppy's tongue assiduously cleaning my eyelids. Now I have a galaxy of bruises and an embarrassing story - seriously, who faints? Hopefully I'm not anemic.

One more day until my town's Zombie March! All you locals, I expect to see you there. Don't forget the blood.

And even though October is nearly over, that doesn't mean breast cancer awareness is less important. Please check out the National Breast Cancer Foundation to find out how you can support breast cancer research.

How is your Halloween weekend, all? Look for my next post - I'll be including pictures of the Zombie March and my ridiculously elaborate costume.

If you're on this site, you undoubtedly have a healthy liking for boobs. Go check out the National Breast Cancer Foundationand the Susan G. Komen Foundation to find out more about how to keep breasts healthy. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, so educate yourself and learn how YOU can support breast cancer research.

And thanks SO MUCH for your sweet comments on Granny's and my new set. We had a hell of a creepy good time shooting with tmronin and being waited on by meros1- too bad we can't do it all over again!

EDIT: I've received a lot of messages asking about my tattoos, so I thought I'd address them here. The work on my shoulders and arms was done by Patrick of Shamrock Tattoo in Eastern Washington, and my hips, legs and feet were done by Jason Ostreicher of Living Skin Tattoo and Evolution Studios in Modesto, CA and Washington state. No, the bat tattoos weren't modeled on the bats from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - they were actually drawn from a series of engravings included in a scientific text published in the 1880s. Bats have always fascinated me, and one of my favorite memories is sitting on the front lawn of my parent's old home, watching swarms of bats leave an abandoned movie theater at dusk.

And no, the skulls on my hips and feet have NOTHING to do with pirates. My hip pieces were based upon a detailed sketch done by a German journalist during WWI. The original sketch depicted a skull rotting in a trench, and included a tuft of hair on the crown of the skull. The tattoo artist and I worked together to simplify the sketch. As for the skulls and vines on my feet, they're custom work.

The pieces on the backs of my arms are exact reproductions of sketches by Camille Rose Garcia. They're not finished, and they'll eventually be incorporated into full sleeves. And yes, I do want color tattoos eventually, but except for these pieces, everything I have right now will remain black and gray.

I'm very proud of all my tattoos, and I'm glad that so many of you have enjoyed them.