October 2006

In the Shadows

Belle of the Ball

Below are some of the characters that arrived at The Mikes' Halloween party Friday night starting with the star of the evening: moi (hey, its my blog and my own delusional little world). Mike was rather agile for being a cowboy who was too slow with the draw and Michael was very animated for being an undead, wraith-like, mummyesque thing (he and I were still concocting that costume as guests started arriving). After that we have Misty, the 6'5" estrangled white-trash aunt/uncle the family tried to forget. And lastly we have the pilot/co-pilot duo: snakes on a plane.

Where's Pooky?

I've been hand sewing some fur pants for my halloween costume. They are coming out great. Of course, when one cuts furry fabric, one gets fur everywhere. My living room currently looks like the slaughter of a thousand puppies.

Leather and Mirrors and Candles, Oh My!

Here's the latest photoshoot victim.

The photos were taken in my apartment-to-be in San Francisco and is the shoot for which I've done the most pre-planning and set-up. I'm pleased with the results of that extra effort. The model was very open to the range of things I was trying to accomplish which made this experimentation all the more successful.

Cuz of the naked bits, this gallery isn't safe for work.

SynapticWaste.org

Welcome to the Synaptic Waste of the future: a blog without inordinately long urls or piggy back fame. A place where you can confidently navigate and, um, easily tell all your friends about. *cough* Cuz, you know, the url is easy now and its a really cool blog... and stuff.

So yeah... welcome.

Settling Up

Work's still kicking my ass. In spite of that, this past week I finished a logo design job, had a photoshoot, landed two new piano students, hung out with friends and started rehearsals for an upcoming musical. I'm not sure if I'm telling you this to impress you or to beg for your pity. How about you just send $300 and we'll call it even?

Blue Angels

Some photos from the Blue Angels Air Show two weekends ago:

Horned Up

In spite of some really great costume suggestions ranging from 80's activitist punk to 50's circus performer to Little Britain transvestite, Emily Howard, I'm going to dress as an S&M Satyr for Halloween. This is basically my Folsom attire with more fur, a cape and a completely different type of horniness.

Stop

Supervisor away [stop]
Temp replacement denied [stop]
Head meeting wall repeatedly at high velocities [stop]

Afterglow

Dress Me Pretty

I haven't really done the Halloween thing in my adult life. Odd, I know, but true. So, I'm thinking of going to a Halloween party and haven't a thing to wear.

I thought of going as Daffyd from Little Britain, but can't afford a fat suit besides the whole uber-gay attire might be a tad bit redundant.

So, internet, I'd like you to put your collective heads together and help me figure out what I should be for Halloween. The winning idea will receive something special. That's right, there'll be prizes for you doing my brainstorming work for me. And they'll be good prizes too. Yep. Like glittery ones and shit. So get cracking. We don't have much time here.

Vigil

Myositis

Awhile back I saw my doctor for what I've been calling tendonitis. He clarified my diagnosis by calling it myositis. I looked that up when I went home and found it curious that the words "auto immune disease" were immediate following the words "Myositis is an". This was particularly curious because my doc gave me this diagnosis based only on my descriptions of my condition. No tests. The man didn't even touch me (hard to believe, I know).

I saw him again yesterday and questioned his diagnosis. He was like, "Oh, I was just using the word in a very general sense to indicate muscle inflamation and not refering to the common disease associated with the name." Oh right. Why would I have assumed he meant the most common usage of the term? Silly me.

Of course, now that I don't have some death-inducing disease I suppose I should return all the stuff I charged to my credit card and should probably tell my boss that I didn't really mean it when I called him a "whore-mongering son of a she-devil without a moral fiber in his being."

The Anally-Retentive Sleepless Man

Going to an air show in San Francisco... not really my thing, but the weather was great for it. Going with a friend of a friend who is suffering from insomnia plus hung over from every sleep drug known to man... priceless.

Pandora Love

Pandora, I love you. You should love her too.

Survivor

Prescription to a Better You

Experience the freedom to be the person you've always known you could be.

// my personal research assistant: Jay //