This is what my next Seattle Spit poster design comes from. I told Josh it's up to him if he wants her upside down or rightside up or both. I didn't draw in the little spiders, coz it's not quite Halloween yet, and I'm looking through my comics for some hot super villainess. So, in a week or so, there should be a new poster in the window of the Wildrose. Oh, and I made her breasts A LOT bigger...oopsie! :-)
I relegated the stank-ass mothballs to the Cat Poop Closet. This is my infamous water heater closet that after an entire YEAR, still smells like the last cat's litter box! I tried that enzyme spray from the pet store to no avail. So, I'm killing two stinky birds with one stone, hopefully...
I love my new area rug. I just wanna roll around on it, while watching Alias. (see why I'm single? did I mention I read comic books called Ms. Marvel and Birds of Prey, too?)
Last night I did a lil' power yoga, and I think I did the 'U' the correct way, for the first time. It hurt like a sonuvabitch. You put your legs and arms straight up, then curl your bum and your shoulders up off the floor, while contracting your abdomen towards the floor, in this case the one covered by my NEW AREA RUG, and pulse. ouch....
I bought some sharpies. I really wanna finish my Anna Rexia vs. Bulimia Lone 'graphic novel'. And I want to start one with new characters, like Tina Tourniquet (one of my Myspace friends, check her out!), Lolli Popular, and Auto Harpy (who is Lolli when she goes crazy, making her debut at Burning Man as we speak!). I want to call it 'The Search for Em'ma Gawd!' In it, she'd be trapped in Tina's crystal ball, her breasts smashed up against the inside of the glass, going 'Em'ma trapped!' I haven't figured out yet WHY she's trapped, where she's actually trapped and by whom, but it would involve dark magiks, natch.
Time for some veggies and more Sydney Bristow! I'm guessing in this episode, she'll cry, roundhouse kick a bigger goon, unwire a bomb with ONE SECOND to spare, and find out she has ANOTHER lost family member!
Oh, and I watched the extras on Sybill, for no real reason. Turns out, even poor Sally Field had to fight to even get auditions for crazy characters. Unlike now, when she plays one on ER every other 'special episode'! I can't wait for our next show to start so I can be crazy onstage again.