On Sunday, I visited EMc2, where I bought this T-shirt:
So, yea, I am a dork. But this is nothing new.
Upon my return home, I noticed the back:
I find Mr. Gunn as dreamy as the next mo, but does the autograph make it too much to wear?
AND the nieghbors have just finished wailing their way through Add it Up for the sixth time. In a row. Maybe I should explain that it actaully has very little to do with luck, and much more to do with learning more than on song.
My friends were all obsessed with The Dukes of Hazzard, but at Casa Nelson, our 7" portable B&W set only recieved PBS. Consequently, I was forced into more imaginative expressions of homoeroticism.
Meet Travis and Luke.
Travis (in the white shirt) was first, but he grew so lonely driving around in his Jeep that I insisted on a companion for him. I believe it was the birth of a fondness for bearded dudes wearing boots and aviator glasses that continues to this day.
Oh, Halloween- I have not dressed up in quite a while, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the costume choices of others. Some of my faves are the princess (tiara), the nerd (glasses), and the eternal cop out, the mime (white pancake,) but the best is the phenomenon of the sexy costumes. You see, ANYTHING can be sexy, and everybody is MUCH sexier on Halloween.
Sexified outfits are great, because there is less of them and they can be usually be pulled together quickly. Or if actually go out and buy something, you can wear it year after year, because sexiness never goes out of style. For example:
This outfit is infinitley rewearable, and it wipes clean with a damp cloth.
Far superior to regular, unsexy witches.
Please, don't hit me, baby, one more time...
I think one of these sexy, sexy maids has some preschool walls to clean.
Extra HOT! This costume is code for 'easy' or 'fast.'
I am not chauvinistic (much) so here are some nauseating males dressing sexy and, yes, the gay will always be the creepiest:
I if it's too small to make out, the man-baby is wearing a bib asking you to be his daddy. Blet.
This nun is German. I'm not sure if she is pink because she is so sexy, or just foreign.
And my favorite, the sexy, sexy kitty.
I have tons like this, and I'm starting to think that there is a serious weight problem among this nation's sexy cats.
I LOVE Halloween Girl She is the beauty behind the first sexy cat and the one above in fishnets is her SISTER. Sexy sister-cat HEAVEN. Visit her site, especially the link to the Spencer Gifts employee costume page. Seriously.
Tyvek, sans printing can be purchased at many art supply stores. Buy some and play with it. Cutting and sewing are cinchy, and it looks as good crumpled as it does ironed. It can be even be colored with alcohol markers.
All your faves have been redrawn AND rewritten for those of a duskier bent:
Beginning this month, we are rolling out a new tract series with the same story but with black characters. We have taken some of our most popular Chick tracts and redrawn them with black characters. To avoid confusion in ordering, we have renamed them. Somebody Loves Me is called Hard Times.
Last night, after seeing the phenominal Jeffery Lewis Band and slumming it grand with new and amazing colleague Victoria, I encountered this in a garbage pile outside my glamorous Inwood apartment building:
It was full of filth, and smelled like it had spent the 60-something years since its manufacture inside a cigar bar. Still, I loved its sexy rounded corners and deco handle, so I dragged it inside.
This morning, I hoofed it to my workshop for some rehab. It turned out that under the cigar-tar, the entire thing had been wrapped in gold-flecked contact paper:
It's barely visible, but it was super dramatic at the time.
I peeled the crap off, stripped the paint, sanded it for consistant texure, and gave it a coat of paste wax.
I am quite happy with my new-n-free arts-n-crafts armoir:
I'm on another lamp kick. Last week, I was recovering shades in watermarked faille and Tyvek, but yesterday I kicked into high gear:
Shortly before I left our fantastic, cheap apartment on 18th Avenue, I came upon a large tortise shell on the building free table. Not knowing exactly why, I grabbed it. It sat in a storage box for a couple of years before I shipped it to New York.
My summer gig is the best job in the world, or would be if it lasted longer than 8 weeks. But 8 weeks of paid arts-and-crafts time is nothing to shake a stick at and I'd like to tell you all about it. Right now.
I whipped up this baby quilt for what ended up being a baby doll filled with sand.
I roasted a 26 lb turkey...
But only to get the bones, which I picked clean, bleached, and dried to make this lovely art project.
I always have to do some paper mache.
And make fake food, which is may favorite. I need to figure out what else to with tortillas printed on fabric...
Having read other work of his, I can't say that the writing throws me. However, the information communicated is heartbreaking.
Itchy and Scratchy were the first gays I encountered in seattle, or at least the first ones I noticed. It was at Safeway- Scratchy, in full radical faerie ragalia, was leading the much taller, butcher Itchy, in a dirty jockstrap and leather chaps, on a leash in the canned goods aisle. From what I gather, it was early in their relationship- before they were blacklisted for wetting their pants at bars together.