I'm BAAAACK! Didja miss me?!?!?

The past couple of days have been so INSANE, I've only been able to pop online once or twice to check my email. So if you have emailed me recently, and I haven't replied, never fear. I was just dead, that's all. Thank bob the show is closing on Saturday.

Today I went to Wyckham House to pick up some pseudo-Chinese dumplings for lunch, and discovered that there was a poster sale going on...thousands of posters to pick from, displayed with identifying numbers ALL over Wyckham. So naturally, I stayed for an hour, wandering around and gazing at all the pretty pictures. Good thing I had Drafting today, so I wasn't required to be in class.

There was the usual assortment of pop-culture treats such as "Deep Thoughts from Homer Simpson," but there was also a lot of gorgeous photography and artwork. Two in particular caught my eye: "Le Reveil" (by Coigny) and "Fred with Tires" (by Ritts.)

If I tried to describe these photos, I don't think I could do them justice. I love photographic examinations of the human body done well; these pictures were so sensual. I love seeing flesh become an exploration of form and light.

I thought about buying them. But by the time I was done running around looking, I had a list of posters I wanted that ended up costing about a hundred bucks. No way can I spend a hundred dollars on POSTERS. My mom would murder me. So I had to cut the list down, and those two were cut first - mainly because you buy a poster to hang it somewhere, and I couldn't imagine trying to explain to anybody WHY I'd bought pictures of some half-naked dude slinging hunks of rubber around. (Nor could I see myself explaining, for much the same reason, why I'd want a poster of James Dean, so that was cut, too.)

I ended up cutting "Le Reveil" from the list for exactly the OPPOSITE reason I cut the first two, if that makes sense. I could just see someone saying, "Oh, I know why he got THAT one - some hot chick's butt - how lame."

Yes, I obviously care about what people think WAY too much. That's my super-secret secret. I really get upset when people say things about me.

So I ended up deciding on a "xXx" poster, a surrealist painting by Stephens ("Genesis") and "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone." Triple X is cool, nearly everyone likes Harry Potter, and the painting is eye-buggingly (is that a word?) weird and pretty, like an acid trip.

Just so I am assured now that I look really. really. cool.

And then I ran into Richard somewhere in the maze of trifolds.

( Yeah, cut already )