<h1>It's the little things....</H1>

Had a pretty busy weekend, and now it's back to the basics for me....

Friday was a beautiful day. First Friday in a long time that didn't involve some combination of rain and depression. Spent it mowing down on Italian Subs @ Penn Station and driving Go-Karts in Plainfield. Topped the night off with Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate from the drive thru @ Starbucks.

I WAS going to push for a quick venture to Barnes & Noble to see if they carried any of Jeff Vandermeer's works, like City of Saints & Madmen, I even wrote the title out on masking tape and wrapped it around muh wrist like a bracelet so I wouldn't forget, but Snookms looked WAY tired so I elected for perhaps another day. Besides, I was still reading "Little Things; A Memoir in Slices" by Jeffrey Brown that I snagged on Wednesday while out & about with Kathulhu on Wednesday, which was s'very fun to do with you Kat!

She even treated me to lunch AND dinner. I owe her my left foot now.

I've also been traversing from "Little Things" to "Esperansa Rising" all weekend, and while I'm done with "Little Things", I couldn't quite get the last chapter finished for the latter, as it had to be promptly returned to my 5th grade son's school this morning. It's the book he's reading for class, and I fell in love with it when helping him with some homework one evening. It had me bawling this morning though. The author paints such a beautiful picture in her descriptions. I really felt enveloped in the culture in this one!

"Little Things" is exactly what it is: An account of all the "mundane" activities in our life that we take for granted, but written out comic book style, and magnified to the umpteenth degree to make you walk around appreciating all the "little things" of life. I even found meaning in walking around "Dicks", the sporting goods store, while Snookms went on a mad hunt for bullets.

Mysty got an arm corset done last week. It looks FUCKING AMAZINGLY brutal.

Here's a step by step:







The sight of her blood made me want to whimper and snap spines on this next one:












And as Mysty so quaintly puts it, "Black Ribbon, messy bedroom"....



La-la-la-LOOOOOVE IT!



So some time this week I am hoping to see Mysty so I can feed her arm some chicken soup, cause it looks like it hurts like a MOTHERFRAK.

I really miss her cause we didn't get to hook up last Wednesday like we usually do, she was feeling under the weather. But I hope we can do something this week, as I'm suffering from Mysty Withdrawal Symptoms. (Diarehea, swelling of the feet, palpitations, and psoriasis of the cuntflaps.)

Katie also made me this cool ass 23 song mix cd, but I'm dying to know who some of the artists are on there, cause she forgot to bring the playlist. But that's okay, I've got a few figured out. Song number 22 is this wicked Cure song that Lady Sovereign did up and I heart it SO much.

And then here's a peek at my latest project, Teenage Wasteland:

(yes, it's scribbled on a collection notice from a fucking parking lot ticket I never paid, no I don't know where I'm going with it, and yes, there's gonna be origami up in this biz-natch)



I might post more pics sometime down the road. I guess I'm just really enjoying the outlet it has provided me in my creative side. There's a lot of prose and rhythm to the script, like a Jabberwocky poem that's far too long. But what it's doing for me is limiting the amount of limits I have in my creativity. Even if it goes nowhere, I feel I have gone somewhere in my journey of letting shit flow & be created.

It's got lots of urban overtone, sort've like a Neverending Story meets Boyz in the Hood, or better yet, Menace to Society. I've really run far away with myself here, but so far I love where I'm at and I'm staying til somebody says it's time to go.

The protagonist is Gyn, short fer somethin', but I ain't telling (although you can read it in the "fine print" if you look hard enough) and he/she/it is a timeless entity, that is a sort of "parasite" in eternity, riding on the backs of assailants that help get the story told. And then there's Ocean, Freedom (as in "Freedom got an A.K.), and perhaps a dude named Mobius. He's supposed to have a mural of a faery ass raping a minotaur on his back, but I haven't quite fleshed the guy out to my liking yet, so we'll see.

Old muzakal influences such as Ice Cube & Da Lench Mob, Eazy-E, E-40, Totally Insane, Spice 1, MC Eiht and many others are very essential in the making of this tale, and are displayed as a "food menu" of sorts on the backs of pages of things.

Must go now. Try to have a beautiful 24 hours evr'bodAY.