Spread the word. If you are, or you know, an attractive blind or armless woman between 20 and 40 years old, Mr. Joel-Peter Witkin would like to have a word with you.
Witkin's a photographer. This kind of photographer. Yes, he's for real, and yes, he's serious about that request. Look him up at Amazon. And if you fit the bill, drop him a line, won't you? Maybe I'll get a finder's fee in creepy negatives.
Yup. Don't write askin' for holiday cards, cuz there ain't none. I mailed the last of 'em out this afternoon. Happy Holidays, ya jokers. Hope I got all of yas.
I was feeling a little ashamed about how late I finally got 'em out, but I had to pound massive clumps of envelopes further down the "stamped mail only" slot at the post office to fit my own mail in, so I'm obviously not alone.
The red-blooded Americans on the list may very well get their cards delivered in time, which would rock. Brazillians and Canadians, I was told you should get 'em before New Year's, which is okay by me. Hope everyone's happy.
On a marginally more interesting note, there was a woman crying at the post office because the lines were too long. Seriously crying, I mean scrunchin' up her face and audibly boo-hoo-hoo-ing every time she looked at the queue. And she wasn't mailing anything.
Jeez. And I thought I couldn't handle life.
Should you ever require evidence of my criminal stupidity, know this: I showed up to a movie theater at 10:00 on opening night to see the 10:30 showing of The Return of the King. And it never once occurred to me that this might be a problem.
Just got back from the midnight showing. And my opinion hardly matters, really... but I think it's a great movie, best I've seen in ages. And this is coming from a woman who doesn't like high fantasy, doesn't like Tolkien, and can't stand Hobbits. The pre-trilogy depictions of them, anyway.
Still hate elves, though. Fuck elves. Fuck elves right in the eye.
I won't bother actually reviewing it, because we all know what I'll say. But I will make a couple of suggestions: See it in a theater, don't wait for the DVD. It needs to be seen on huge scale to really be appreciated.
And it's nearly three and a half hours long. Take that pee break before the light goes down. Even if you don't think you have to.
Yeah, pretty sure I can recommend MT-Blacklist in an official capacity, now.
Dig this windowlicker, he didn't even make it past the catch-all. Never even came down to domains. He sucked that bad. And he tried twice. Like that would help or sumthin'.
MY BLOG IS NOT A TOILET, SIR. SO SORRY TO INCONVENIENCE YOU IN YOUR QUEST TO BE AS USELESS AND AGGRAVATING AS POSSIBLE.
Feeling a little under the weather right now, so I haven't got much to say. Just tying up some loose ends.
I'm lagging on email, big time. I know that. I'll catch up in a day or two, so don't think I've forgotten about any of you.
Once again, if you've ordered anything from me (comics, shirts, etc.) and haven't gotten it, email me. My spamkiller was a little overeager, I think some of your orders might have gotten erased.
And, of course, it's Tuesday. And that means there's a new Lucas and Odessa up. I Iron Man'ed my way through this week's update despite the fever, and I'm dislocating a shoulder over here patting myself on the back about it. Click the banner! Read! Validate me!
Oh, and one last thing; Should I get a forum going? Opinions, plz.
