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August 9, 2011

Chicken butt. I am in lurv with the compression bag Elorrum sent. Pics later. I’m shopping for another one or two as I type. I like these shoes. Here’s the cape I made for Rev G (infamous for wearing nothing but khaki):

I stayed up too late Sunday night on yet another project started, not finished.

Portlandia helped, and vanilla hemp milk mixes just fine with vodka and chocolate syrup. Healthy, too! I just love this show.

Should I take this, for night warmth?

Should I decorate it? How?

Cat slippers went in the donation pile.

Sparkly monster toes stay.

I hate my size, I really, truly do. Makes buying shit impossible, and trying to make it frustrating. First started and abandoned,

This year I want lots of shiny things that will blind people. Pink! This will be the only pink thing I own. Except for a pair of fishnets. Trying to make it fit, of course…

I’m thinking of some sort of bustle-y look…it’s to go over my silver lame petticoat.

Cats were helpful as always.

And now, a photo montage of the beginning of packing. And sock-choosing.

Lady. Enough with teh socks already.
No more Ebay, either. I’m cutting you off.



At least my last meal with the boy-o was a good one, there’s a local pancake house with GF PANCAKES!!!

Banana Pecan, Strawberry

Also, steak and lobster. I like it.

Lastly, a view from the year I met my pirate…

New festival!!

April 12, 2011

My friend is organizing a new festival!


I shared it with Alchemy and Runaway replied, “Bitterly masturbate was a nice touch,” to which SCIENCE! Ghini said, “Most things involving Doom lead to bitter masturbation…”


For the most part, I hate it when people talk about me behind my back but

April 10, 2011

“There will be some who are just complete asses and then there are some like MH who can be an utter bitch if you piss her off or if she is just in a mood for it but who is for the most part at least in my experience one of the sweetest people I have meet at Alchemy.”

Ha! Way to ruin my cover, JERKFACE! Just kidding. There’s a hullabaloo because Alchemy’s first tier was $5 this year, with a limit of ten tickets, and all 500 sold out in like, five minutes.

“I have found burn culture to have a hard edge that is unexpected to people coming from more universally loving environments like raves (PLUR) and Rainbow gatherings. Maybe it’s because we hang out in the desert and have to try not to die all the time. The first night I was on the playa, I was looking for the bathroom, and someone tried to steal my map. But it was all in good fun. If you are expecting universal peace, love, light, and universal acceptance, you are bound to be disappointed, but if you get past that disappointment, I think you are likely to find something you like even better.

I love you; fuck off.” – TryMe

In other regional burn news…I’m on the ticket!!

With Scratch from Scratch’s Costume Camp, and Captain Ryan’s dragon.

And my favorite other goth megaphoning ELITE BURNER, Meganphone of Camp Shut the Fuck Up,  is part of the BEST back of a ticket I’ve EVER SEEN.

Picture dump

March 17, 2011

The other weekend I went to ATL. It was to be a fantasmic mini-vacation, four days of whatever I wanted and my favorite people. It didn’t quite end up that way…apparently ATL cops have a policy that EVERYbody on the scene gets handcuffed, regardless of if you just pulled up a few minutes prior to their arrival and have not a single thing to do with what’s going on. But oh no, you can still stand there shivering in the cold rain while we figure out what happened with these people you don’t really know…grr. GRR. Fucked up the rest of my weekend mentally and physically – not to mention having to decide how to treat someone who, until this point, you considered a friend (as much of a friend as a social aquaintance can be) after violence and aggression have surfaced.

Me, I have a high threshold for jack-assery. I’ve often said, “Most of my best friends have been assholes.” However, I have a zero tolerance policy for malicious intent and violence. Thankfully it was only my weekend that got hurt, not my antique door or 8year-old best friendship, but still. People never cease to surprise. Back to the favorite people.

A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they’re not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they’re not so bad.  ~Arnold H. Glasgow

  Except for Saturday night when I had to crash out at the scene of the crime, I ended up spending the whole weekend with my adoptive parents you see there. My home-away-from-home, I call their apartment, where “my room” is always there for me underneath the Legos and records. They are some great burners, truly some of my first burner friends.

It was a warm, summer day at Transformus. I was setting up in Camp BDSM (bacon, donuts, sausage, maple syrup – why, what were you thinking?). I wasn’t supposed to be, but I knew them and they were unable to come at the last minute. So, I took their spot! (They ended up coming after all – coolly enough I was working gate when they showed up, so I was able to tell them!). I think this was the very first time I’d camped in the EZ Up.

I had my fancy sign, my flamingos, unicorn shrine, record bowl tree….of course that picture was after I got the damn thing up. How did that happen? Well, there I am all on my lonesome when this lovely couple comes walking by and stops. “Do you need help?” I hesitantly said, “Yes!”

I was new to this thing, not being able to set up my own tent felt HORRIBLY un-radical. Turns out, she’s gluten-free! And loves Morrissey! Fast-forward these many years later, and I truly consider her one of my best friends. They are both painfully smart, LOVE to cook and eat and drink and watch movies all day when they’re hungover- and are gluten-free. So it’s just great knowing that when we visit I don’t have to worry about food (aside from eating too much of it) or planning anything, because we’re so in-synch. AND they have a very good-looking dog. Plus, Nummy is an LNT queen and has helped me really hone my MOOPing skills.

Back to brunch. We arrived to find a couple sitting there, sketching.

Holy moses! She looked up and I had one of those, blink-blink…what the…Sarah!! She and I met Alchemy ’08, the Year of Doom.

This was the summer of unemployment, my big “I’m going to Burning Man and hopefully not coming back…” bliss (see aforementioned post about how I have zero, none, nunca problems with not having a job). She thought she knew a bus I could ride out early on, and some people in DPW to hook up with – that didn’t happen, but it was so random to see her. I hadn’t seen her since that Alchemy. She was in school in Tenn., at the time, and now lives in Brooklyn.

So there was my besties (I hate that word), this random (notice the DPW hoodie, oh yeah, that’s how I roll, L33t!) lady and my other favorite couple (though, now that I am part of a couple, I can’t really hrmph them anymore):

My captain and his first mate – my captain and I were recovering that morning from our bonding experience the night before of being handcuffed together – not together-together. Simultaneously. You decide to go to a small, grown-up house  party in the burbs, call it and early night and look where it gets you. Handcuffed! You never knew your nose could itch so much in your LIFE!

Do you know where PMS and hunger get you at the grocery store! Uh, ice cream.

 – Phish Food in frozen yogurt. Oh sweet Jesus! 20g of fat per pint instead of 80-something. Yes, per PINT. There’s not really THAT muc h ice cream in there…shut up.

-Late Night  Snack – a new flavor I can eat! Usually they have cookies, pie crust, graham crackers or something I can’t eat. I used to like Chubby Hubby, and this is pretty similar. Vanilla with caramel swirls and chocolate-covered potato chips. Yes, that’s right. And it’s delicious.

– Clusterfluff – I can’t recall any peanut butter flavor really being peanut buttery enough to satisfy. Sometimes it starts out good, but then just tastes bland.  So far, this one takes the prize. Peanut butter ice cream with caramel bits, marshmallow sludge and peanut butter swirls. I hope they keep it around.

I went bowling last month.

I hate bowling. I can’t drink beer and it involves exercise. I’m not good at sports of any sort. Except if by “marathon” you mean “binge drinking.” I felt out-of-place (not hard to, surrounded by cammo pants, un-ironic trucker hats and children) and ridiculously uncoordinated. But it was fun. Keith

snuck me in a 6-pack of Redbridge and paid the guy to look the other way. I wouldn’t do it often, but it was pretty fun.

Every Friday a guy in a pick-up truck pulls up outside the funeral home, his bed loaded with produce. I got an

avacado about the size of a softball. It got diced and stirred into tomatos/shrimp/onion/sour cream/hot sauce/cheddar and poured onto tortilla chips.

You’ll remember this shirt,  it has a friend!

It was on fire when I got there.

March 13, 2011

Alchemy 08, El Deux. The couchery at Center Camp continued. A la la, Sunday night someone suggests burning the “stinky couch.” If I need to explain how it got it’s name, you’re a dumb ass and I don’t want you reading my blog. Unless you want to donate money towards my Burning Man fund, in which you are MARVELOUS, don’t ever change.


Some big ol’ hulking mens put their backs into it

Runaway helped too.

It burned quite nicely.

Baby, it’s cold outside.

January 11, 2011

Let’s travel back in time…to OCTOBER! I found some Alchemy videos this morning. Nothing too special or interesting, just to give you desert rats an idea of what I’m used to, when it comes to the geography of a burn. First one, taken from the crow’s nest of the Funk Love pirates (my pirate crew mentioned often around here):

Next is the view from Effigy Hill, smack in the effigy (built by my friend Tunna, whom you’ve met around these pages as well):

And lastly,

That’s DJ Cat O’9 Tails, painting the coffin. She got an art grant to have a Nawlins style funeral procession. All weekend you could paint little dolls to throw in a coffin her husband made, or an umbrella. Saturday evening, it was marched all around and up to the effigy – live band playing Dixie. It was great.

@ :50, that’s James. He’s a member of Such and Such, and quite the hooper/juggler/all that jazz.

 You’ll recognize some of the art from past BM. At about 2min, that’s the big Saturday night dance party that my cohorts and I walked straight into the middle of, and stood there eating sandwiches and frowning and not moving. Ha! At 2:29 you can see the back of Nummy’s fur coat! She made the magic sandwiches. Chicken, spinach dip…other stuff…and gluten-free bread. And chips!

 2:49 is one of the people I rode out with last summer, her boyfriend did the video (spinning at 2:43). She’s cute and sweet – got her ass TORE up by that slide, poor thing. All up and down the back of her thighs. Very graceful hooper, one of them that makes it look like the easiest, most fluid thing in the world.

Mmm…green grass and trees! All we have right now is snow and ice. I’d be snowed in for a second day, if a coworker hadn’t come to get me.

Oh Alchemy, how do I love thee?

September 17, 2010

Let me count the ways…I’m actually not excited about it, right now. Too many people! I am a cranky old lady! GET OFF MAH LAND!

“The effigy will not burn until all of the puzzles are solved.”

 It could happen anytime, anywhere and I LOVE that. Last year there was no conclave, and I loved that (not to mention the effigy melted make-up right off people’s faces).

This year…maybe the effigy won’t burn at all. I doubt that, but still. It’s happy-time, knowing the smidge of chaos my lovely Alchemy infrastructure opts for.

The stylish pirate…

July 3, 2010

I had been going around the haus, trying to sell superfluous stuff. Then I realized maybe it’s not working because I need to “sacrifice,” get rid of stuff I want, that’s meaningful to me. If I want a meaningful experience, ie Burning Man, then I need to be willing to offer something meaningful in return.

$15 for the lot, includes shipping.

My pirate queen


(/sigh) – it’s copper or bronze, or whatever gets that green tarnish

My little funky pirate drop earring

A pin-up

White plastic skulls with heart-shaped eyes, teensy gems on the end of the bones

One of my very first new-wavey gems…the entire alphabet!

And a rainbow of rhinestones.

I have a lot of hair accessories that includes

But I couldn’t get a good picture of the Art Deco peacock comb…and I have this ring that I love

Highly sentimental and awesome

seemingly handmade, there’s some sort of rune on the band

no idea what to ask for it. Or this charm that I got in Guatemala

All I know is it’s some little cherubic prince fellow. If you’d like either of those (or both), I’m sure you’ll make a fair offer.

Treeeeees, Gromit!

July 1, 2010

Yes, Fire Moose, you can see how the playa was such a drastic change of scenery for me…

That’s Where the Sidewalk Ends, the camp for families run by Sister Discordia, making their parade to a wedding.

There’s a view from Main St.

Here’s my camp, at Alchemy:

“Camp Bukowski – warm beer, cold women.” – first Alchemy

Second Alchemy, glade of DOOM – well,

Gloom and Doom.

The woods  hide pleasant secrets, like Area 51

I adore it. I really, really missed trees at Burning Man. I even said so, one day. “I miss green, and trees…”

No trash fence pool, we have lakes! Shade! Mountain breezes! Finally experiencing the playa made me feel spoiled, to be honest!

Let’s get serious…serious…I wanna get serriouuus..let’s’ get-ah serious…

June 17, 2010

I’ve gone past gathering misc. donations from my costume and dressing room (yes, I have one room in my house for clothes I wear, and one room for costuming) into actual things I was making to sell – just fun burner-y things.

Only a lot cheaper than “playa wear” and in large sizes – I really hope all the large sizes (I’m talking over 22) get found at Scratch’s Costume Camp. Fuck a bunch of shiny hot pants and bikini tops. In some sort of fit of positivity I sat down and wrote out some numbers.

So yeah. Just put what I knew already into print. In an attempt to save up some funds, I have been not eating much or leaving my house. Literally. I buy a watermelon for three dollars, avacados for 89 cents, and sit on my couch, not spending money on actual meals (at home or dined out), gas to go places and booze. I’ve lost four pounds, ha! I KNOW all the stuff I’m donating to Scratch would sell, if I had the right audience. I’m going to try Psycho Sisters again this weekend, in Atlanta. Even just fifty bucks would do as much to buoy my hope (FUCKING HOPE!).

Anyways. I cannot WAIT to be surrounded by burning, burning LOVE this weekend. Creams and antibiotics are packed! It’s the art fundraiser for Alchemy, my home burn and favourite place to be. I love the way they do it: you pay ten dollars to get in.  That ten dollars, though, goes directly from you to the artist of your choice. However you want. So, on the ballot they provide you indicate “$5 to this, $2 to that, $3 to here.” Or all ten to one, or one dollar to ten artists. It’s fantastic – it’s how it SHOULD be. Art by the community, for the community, funded by the community. No jury of the few and grant nonsense.

Now, what to wear! It’s going to be hot, so as little as possible. Maybe this get-up.