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His Thousand Eyes burn

and they have our attention

so wear with caution

7 days of this makes one weak!

(posted by tobias)
Urgh. This is probably not as interesting as jetsetting around and hanging out with lovely forum ladies like Brooke, but sometimes you gotta tell it like it is, and this is how it is: we are being painted. Top picture: the entire contents of my erstwhile studio, stacked chaotically in the space beneath our loft bed. The studio room is completely empty, which makes for a pretty boring picture, so I left it out. Bottom pic: the rest of my poor sad apartment, also stacked and under wraps. It’s kind of like camping, except less fun and more uncomfortable, and with poorer air quality.

The upshot: the water damage from upstairs neighbors, which caused all this mess, miraculously did virtually no damage to anything in the studio (and left my precious grand piano untouched as well!). So overall I guess we’re still in the black. Even though the paint is as white as snow.

Disneyland welcomes little people

I might hate this town

a saintly surprise

(Couldn’t think of a better spirit-lifter than an impromptu dinner with my long-lost high-school drama-camp nemesis and forum frequenter SOLACE! With her hubby in tow and the Angels in attendance, I was reminded that ‘where’ doesn’t matter – it’s all about the WHO – even if Tommy can’t hear you… 😉 )

I came down for some last-minute meetings with our distributor ‘friends’ (which seems like an ill-suited moniker, considering their status as a multinational media conglomerate and part-time Evil Empire…but I digress).

Had a chance to hang with forum fems Fallen Angel, Solace, and Captivating Angel over stiff sangrias and mucho flamenco.

Did a quick tour of the Getty, which impressed me to no end.

But on Saturday, out of the smoggy LA blue, I got sledgehammered with throat problems and a 104 degree fever. Seriously. The original plan was to go and scope this at midnight, but I couldn’t really MOVE, let alone throw toast and TP with any zeal. I forced my kind hostess to shoo, and spent the night pounding raw garlic and alternating between hot baths and cold compresses. The fever finally broke around 3AM…but I’ve still got those nasty spine chills and prickly skin. What a great way to ring in my first real vacation in five years 😛

Will drop another line before I jet out of here on Wednessday for shark-infested shores. Expect some guest bloggers to fill my beach-craving sandals until the end of the month. Hey…change is ‘good’, right? That’s what I keep telling myself as I rotate the sweat-soaked sheets…

“I only eat three kittens a day…”

BS pal and new Rue Morgue Editor-in-Chief Jovanka Vuckovic claims the frame with particular sass and no small dollop of ennui. I think this shot was her photographic ‘apology’ for calling at 6AM on New Year’s Day with vodka-soaked pledges of friendship and true journalistic integrity. If you squint realllly hard, you can make out the quote on her fetching and fearsome stretched-to-capacity T-shizzle:

“The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.”

That’s why she’ll always be our #1 Lovecraftian latex lass 😉

Calendrical Comicon Comeliness

Cubicle present

until the weekend

😀