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Happy Halloween!

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Not that I care. The ‘rents took me trick or treating a couple of times, but by the time I was old enough to pick out my own costume, I lost interest. I usually ended up staying home because it was cold and other kids would be out there. For dread! Plus, mom always had Halloween candy and I didn’t have to bother. It’s trying enough to master being myself without having to think about pretending to be someone else, even for a day. People have looked at me funny my entire life, so I suppose every day is like Halloween for me.

 

 

This one takes me back to my dental lab days. My boss had to go out of town for a week or two and brought in someone who could do his part of the work. This stand-in guy, let’s call him Slick, was from a lab in another city, and was good at what he did. My boss warned me before he left that Slick was a handful. And it turned out, he was also a dark irish scorpio. Uh-oh. He was 33, I was 20. When we were first introduced, he stood there grinning at me with a very mischievous look in his eye. He decided I was “cute as a bug’s ear”, and he wasn’t too bad, either. I suspected he was jazzed up on something illegal, but he still managed to exceed expectations, production wise. Finished those metals at the high speed lathe, built those porcelains, ran that micromotor while listening to Ministry and other industrial goodies on his headphones. I didn’t get as much done because I was going ga-ga over his CD collection and watching him bounce off the walls. My favorite pick in his collection was Ministry’s 12 Inch Singles 1981-1984. I remember him singing “bop-mm-bop-bop” along with Halloween while pulling my plaster molds out of the impressions at the sink.

This is how I remember it – I didn’t want to date Slick because I had already briefly dated a 33 year old (also on goofballs of some sort) and decided I was too young, and frankly too decent, to be dating 33 year old men on goofballs. But after days of half-heartedly fending off his advances, I finally agreed to lunch or something… and he stood me up. Later that evening I opened the front door to find a dozen fresh, beautiful roses in the middle of the porch. The reason he gave for his no-show was not entirely believable and though all was forgiven, I wouldn’t agree to reschedule… then he went back to wherever he came from and I never saw him again.

I love music. There’s a story for every album or song I’ve fallen in love with, and there are many. I’m always on the hunt for something new and interesting! Share your current favorites if you want.

 

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precious smeagol, sphinx sweetheart of catster

To whom it may concern: I want a hairless cat, like, real bad. Not right now, I already have three cats, and when you have three cats, the only number of cats better than three cats is zero cats. Meanwhile, I just save photos of them on my computer. Sméagol has been on my hard drive for at least 10 years now. The fact that they got him to hold still long enough to get that outfit on him, let alone take his picture, is nothing short of miraculous. But. I’ve heard some pretty nasty rumors about sphinx cats – mainly that they’re greasy and allergic to other cats and have to wear sweaters all the time and you can’t let them hang out in front of the window or they’ll get sunburned. That sounds a lot like me, except for the greasy and allergic part. I love their gnarly little faces and their big glittery eyes! What say you, sphinx cat owners? Have the reports of their hothouse flower’ness been greatly exaggerated? Or should I just shave Nelson? I have some old Sunbeam clippers begging to be put to good use… maybe I’ll shave him anyway, that sounds like loads of fun.

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Mom and I are going to a bead show today and we’ll be turning off the lights once the sun goes down, gladly eating our sandwiches or whatever in the dark so as not to have to deal with the small shrill people. Although around here, we’re much more likely to encounter some rabid guy begging for pocket change.

Have fun, don’t choke on your bit-o-honeys!

 

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Yes, Superstars. Tomorrow.

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Firstly, I’ll apologize for the lack of usual fanfare that generally comes before a Superstars sale. I’ve grown disillusioned with sitting for long stretches of time, and it has hindered my well-timed updates and notices. Once upon a time, sitting in front of the computer for hours was no problem for me whatsoever. Neither was eating ridiculously large portions followed by 5 cupcakes. Luckily, I’m fairly tall and I carried the excess well enough, but when I began to get winded when washing my hair, I decided I’d had too many cupcakes. My hair is a monstrosity of thick, convoluted curls I’ve only exposed a precious few (unfortunate) people to. If you’ve seen it, you understand what a chore it surely must be – but it’s still not something that should leave me breathless.

Next, I’ll say that I’m not terribly pleased with the beads I’ve prepared for the sale. This is pretty standard for me, actually. I don’t share that opinion often because I’ve been told again and again that it’s poor form to say such things about my own work. It’s important for people to understand that an artist’s work is never finished. We may part with the finished product, sometimes reluctantly, but we keep making more because a concept can always be improved upon in one way or another: better execution here, better color there, better texture in that one area. The one who ends up with it doesn’t know this unless you tell them, and even then, it doesn’t matter unless it’s defective in some way, and even in that case it may not matter at all. They want it because they like it, it says something to their soul, it matches their favorite shirt… whatever. They can’t see what you’ve envisioned, they can only see the end result and that’s what their opinion should be based upon. So, no defects at the Superstars sale. Just experiments and maybe some colors that I haven’t worked with much so far.

Here’s a look at something you can expect to see tomorrow night:

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see us and our friends at the sale! click us to get there.

Here’s what’s gonna be shaking:

Be at www.z-beads.com this Thursday, October 29th
Click on the SUPERSTARS link at the lower left side of the front page (or click on the photo above)
7:30PM – 8PM Central Time: 30 minute sale preview. Take this time to look at the photos, read the descriptions and decide what you want.
8PM Central Time and beyond – send in those requests!

I hope to see you at the sale!

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You know what?

 

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Frylock from Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Frylock is dead sexy. I’m not joking.

Also, I’m this close ->(_) to deleting this friggin blog thing. I have plenty of good reasons. Some of which I’ll spare you.

When I was creating this account, I swore to myself I wouldn’t use it as a platform for being preachy or denigrating, and that I’d stay away from current events, politics or religion. I’ve mostly been able to stick to that. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable for me to share what little I do share because I’m very private. Sharing anything at all is a potential crack in my armor. A time or two, I’ve used this thing to air my dirty laundry, jab at coattail riders and rude people, and get downright pissy about being gypped a third of an inch in my newest box of frozen taquitos. I couldn’t help myself, I guess. You’ve read along as I’ve talked myself into and then instantly out of deleting this friggin blog thing probably half a dozen times. I’m human… and I want every inch of taquito I am due.

I’m afraid I come off as a pompous twit, going on and on about my feelings and opinions as if they matter. But hey, they might matter to someone. Someone may be feeling alone or like an idiot, and something I say might make them feel less alone or less like an idiot. I know I need to feel like less of an idiot, like, all the time. If you think Frylock is hot too, now you feel less alone. I’m here to help, guys.

Personality sells art. That’s why art openings exist – potential buyers have the chance to meet the artist, and many potential buyers feel it’s necessary to know a little bit about who they’re buying a piece of. If that person is an arrogant, pretentious glad-hander whose extent of artistic talent is getting away with calling themselves an artist, a patron can end up saving themselves a whole lotta money.

So. I’ll keep pompously pounding away at the keyboard with a slightly pained look on my face, either sparing your bank accounts with my endless windbagging or emptying your wallets with my eccentric charm. I won’t erase how I feel or what I said. It’s hard to be alive… it’s easy enough to share the misery but I’d much rather share the joy. Frylock. Mmmm…

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I have 8 days to make plenty of beads for yet another tentatively planned Superstars sale at the end of the month. Hopefully things won’t go way off into lala-land like they did last month. Maybe you won’t be too busy making your cat’s frog prince Halloween costume to pop in and have a look… we’re looking at Thursday October 29th. I’ll keep you posted here and through my mailing list.

Check these out – what’s inside the dragon eggs?

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BLING!

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They’ll be at the sale!

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Howabout something creepy from Siouxsie & The Banshees?

My dad kindly bought me the Peepshow album on cassette when I was 10 or 11 years old. Dad wrinkled up his face and exclaimed “What is THIS?!” He’s an old jazz purist, I didn’t take it personally. I nearly wore it out, then my high school sweetheart finished the job when the cassette player in his car ate it. (Actually, sweetheart isn’t quite the right word, but we’ll save that dish for the 12th of never).

Thanks for reading, see you again soon!

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ETSY!

At long last…

Click HERE to get to my shop or on the thumbnails below for each item.

Teensy Tinsy Fly-Eye Tabs:

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Purple Flames Part 2:

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Blue Veins:

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Golden Brocade:

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Lapis Met Lavender Shimmer Spikes:

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MMkay, off to bed. I’m a day person right now. How terrifying. I might go running and screaming away from myself. But hooray, I’ll be wearing a sweater while doing that, so things could be worse. I hope you like the beads, thanks for looking!

 

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While you wait…

My current favorite lip color:

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I love me some B. Kliban:

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Hmm, what’s in here?

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Let’s see…

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It’s my button collection, of course. What else would be in a little cardboard box shaped like a scary movie coffin?

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I’m sure you want to know what I’m listening to these days… Surely!

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Ohgr: Welt (2001)

Let me paint you a picture: Demonic neon robots waltzing about. Not bad, and right up my alley. I gave it my first listening at 6am with the windows open while forging bails for my sterling spikes. I’m sure the neighbors loooove me. Anyway, Nivek Ogre was a founding member of Skinny Puppy. Upon closer inspection, I see that Ogre’s style was what I found most appealing about Skinny Puppy in its earlier years, whereas today, SP barely passes for mild house electronica. Just my opinion, and worth what you paid for it. There’s a delicate balance to strike when producing this sort of music: achieving syrupy darkness without taking oneself too seriously. Apparently that’s easier said than done, but Ogre seems to have it down.

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Here’s one of my favorite Pixies songs:

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One last, but somewhat important thing – I’ve decided that I love Nelson. “How could you not!?” you might be wondering. “Just look at that face!” Yeah. You try living with Nelson. Hellson, rather. He responds to both. I’ve always liked Nelson, but I think he puzzled me more than anything else. It helps that he’s stopped eating the inedible and leaving poopies in impossible places. One thing I cannot abide is stray poopie. When you live with animals… well, you live with animals. This is one of my favorite pictures of Nelson from when he was still a kitten. He is the snuggliest little snuggle-bug, but the snuggles must be on HIS terms. He’s so friggin’ cute. Look at the little fuzz tips on the tips of his ears.

♫ Oh fuzzy Nelson, I love you... I pretend like I don't but I really really do ♪

♫ Ooohhh little Nelson, I love you… I pretend like I don’t but I really really do ♪

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OH! I can’t forget why I have you here in the first place – here’s what’s coming up on Etsy later this evening:

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I’ll post again when the listings are live!

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