Thanks to all that came out to Club Suicide for the book signing on Saturday! The book looks GREAT and I had a great time, as well. It's insane to think that the last SG book is now so old that my picture in it is from friggin' Cuddle. AAAAH! Thank goodness for updating...
There will be another signing this Thursday at Meltdown Comics on Melrose. If you're lucky, you'll end up like this guy did on Saturday...but then, it was his birthday...at any rate, there's free beer.
There will be another signing this Thursday at Meltdown Comics on Melrose. If you're lucky, you'll end up like this guy did on Saturday...but then, it was his birthday...at any rate, there's free beer.
Thanks for all the kind words on my last entry. I'm just trying to keep myself super busy and get as much accomplished in my time here as I can. I think that's really the best plan- that way I get shit done AND time passes more quickly.
It's a terrible thing, Limbo. The not being able to go forward, and the not being able to go back. Treading water. Fighting inertia.
I thought LA was a good idea, and in some ways it was. But I'm ready to go home now, and I can't leave yet.
On the bright side,
I offer you free porn
I thought LA was a good idea, and in some ways it was. But I'm ready to go home now, and I can't leave yet.
On the bright side,
I offer you free porn
New blog post at The Devil is in the Details- miniature implements of torture and a link to Reagan's new site!
Tonight: Club Suicide at the Dragonfly.
Meanwhile, jeremeyscareme and I seem to have made in to Bizarre's writeup on LA's Club Hell...
Tonight: Club Suicide at the Dragonfly.
Meanwhile, jeremeyscareme and I seem to have made in to Bizarre's writeup on LA's Club Hell...
So, I very rarely call my grandparents. We don't have so much in common, as it were. But, I just now sucked up my dislike for this particular holiday and my dislike for my grandparents to give them a call- only to discover they had changed their phone numbers. Both numbers. Without telling me. And honestly, I don't know whether to be offended or relieved, or worried that they've run off to join some cult that sucks the money out of old people.
And, for anyone who missed it, Happy Thanksgiving from Sarah Palin.
Worst spot for an interview ever.
And, for anyone who missed it, Happy Thanksgiving from Sarah Palin.
Worst spot for an interview ever.
November/Dec Upcoming Events:
I'll be gogo-ing Nov. 29th at Club Suicide (now at the Dragonfly).

The New SG book, Beauty Redefined, is coming out. To help promote, I'll be at the following signings in LA;
*December 4th at Rococo Rendevous. (I'm gonna need a new Lolita dress!)
*December 6th at Club Suicide (now at the Dragonfly)
*December 11 at Meltdown Comics, 7 pm
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-Check out the December issue of
StatusInk for the Brimstone Organics ad featuring yours truly, and shot by the incomparable Taye.

Also, the first in a series of VISA Goth Holiday Shopping Guides
I'll be gogo-ing Nov. 29th at Club Suicide (now at the Dragonfly).

The New SG book, Beauty Redefined, is coming out. To help promote, I'll be at the following signings in LA;
*December 4th at Rococo Rendevous. (I'm gonna need a new Lolita dress!)
*December 6th at Club Suicide (now at the Dragonfly)
*December 11 at Meltdown Comics, 7 pm
_________________-
-Check out the December issue of
StatusInk for the Brimstone Organics ad featuring yours truly, and shot by the incomparable Taye.

Also, the first in a series of VISA Goth Holiday Shopping Guides
Yesterday sunset in Los Angeles was drawn all in oil pastels. The smoke was so thick in the city that at times I could not see just down the street. It muffles everything- sound, color, emotion. Everywhere people were wearing bandanas over their faces or gas masks, goggles, or just their shirts pulled up to breathe through. At one point I stood outside with a friend and caught these huge, feathery ashes that were falling like snowflakes, letting them build up on our arms and faces like children in winter. I think if we had stood there long enough we could have made angels in the street. It was beautiful and tragic, the apocalypse upon us soft and quiet as sleep.





