Not my normal sort of writing...
There is some nasty imagery below, just so you are warned. It took me over 15 years to start writing this, and then a little over a year and a half to finish it. It’s extremely close to me, and I feel like I’m exposing something very ugly in myself by posting it. I also think it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever put into words. I guess that’s all I have to say about...
lynchianbedhead asked: I can give you anonymous hate mail! Wait- anonymous isn't on. Shit.
Anonymous asked: Hey Andrea, you're not particularly great. Signed, Anonymous!
jackscoresby asked: I'm getting hate-fucked by Anon in my inbox right now. It's awesome and hilarious.
justinefull asked: Good evening Ms. Andrea, I just took my dog out wearing long johns for bottoms. And now him and I are going to settle down for bed. Hope your night has some silliness too.
alifemaligned-deactivated201205 asked: I read your post a few days ago and it reminded me of this past August, when I finally met her in person. I flew across the world to meet the person I had this deep emotional connection to, the woman who I spoke to daily for over a year without ever truly seeing her... Traveling alone for half a day on a plane, without a word to anyone, a silent thrill no one knew of, and a mellow anxiety of not...
hennnypotter asked: PUBE! [: you're AWESOME!
girlgotreasons asked: What are you up to tonight lovely?
doctor-splatter-deactivated2012 asked: Hello. I stumbled onto your project, and I just wanted to tell you (again) how incredible your work is. Every piece was a stunning moment of magic. On a side note, I miss Northern California. :-(
Ask? Tell? Distract? Don't hold back. →
thestrangelands: It’s silent as I walk. There’s something eerie about walking through a silent hospital, it doesn’t matter how many times you do it. It’s not natural, and it makes everything seem haunted. They’re tricky, hospitals are. You can get close to the person you’re looking for—sometimes even the next room—but it’s rare to arrive right where you want to get. They’re too busy, too many...
Psh! Fast-forward to the 21st century. White is a symbol of the purity of your...– My mom, on the subject of non-virgins wearing white wedding dresses. Have I mentioned how much I love my mom?
Remembered from yesterday:
US Customs guy (looking at my ID): Can you take your hat off, please?
Me: Oh, yeah, of course.
US Customs guy: Heh. Nice hat hair.
Okay, I'm back home.
What did I miss?
Holy ultra heavy sigh, Batman.
Leaving one kind of home to return to another. I can’t wait until they’re both in the same place.
Inspiration of the week: Never in my life (This is a queued post, as I am out of town. I’ll be back on Sunday, so I may not be able to reblog anything until Sunday night or Monday.) Love!
The Strangelands: The Bus Driver →
thestrangelands: “Hey, keep it down back there!” Jim yells. He knows they won’t—they never do. Yelling back at them is part of the routine, though, just like it all is. Hit the switch for the warning light, put the vehicle in park. Hit the switch that makes the signs hiss out on the side and makes the red lights… I love how all of his stories are tied together, regardless of the theme...
deuscain: Ferrying the damned souls off to their personal Hells… Not a great job but at least it pays the bills.
I am fed. I am showered. My dishes are done. I got all the shit I needed to get finished finished. I have my passport. I have my boarding pass. My bag is packed. All that’s left now is sleep (Ha! As if!), a 4:45am cab to SFO, and a few more hours of waiting. Good night, Tumblr. I probably won’t see you much for the next six days. And tomorrow: Hello Canada!
A bunch of you already know about this, but...
…some of you don’t. So for those who don’t, here is some sort of vague information: On October 5th I finished a 365 Days self portrait project, and yesterday I finished posting all of the alternate shots. There are great ones and less great and some are just plain crap, but I am quite proud of the project as a whole. Other than my initial announcement, I never mentioned it here...
Is there anything so desolate as a 5:30am bus stop after waking up in a bed as empty as a 5:51am bus?
STS submission from Jordan! Jordan would like to point out that he did not make this today, but actually made it back in 2002. He also says, “I’m glad it’s found a small voice.”
The Bus Driver
dovryn: Story time Saturday. Read More
namur replied to your post: Story Time i want to play what is this You should play! You can read up on what it is right over here! If you’re not into clicking on links, here’s the short version: Tell me a story in whatever format you want. It can be based on the word or phrase I gave (this week: bus driver), or not. I don’t care. Post it on your own blog with the tag...
Inspiration for the day: Bus driver
Games Occupy #1
bustedpuppet: Tonight two of us from the games-for-activism think tank attempted to interview campers at Occupy Oakland to learn about issues that they are facing that game-structure activities may be able to help. We spent most of the evening at Snow Park talking with one very tired camper, “Brad.” He didn’t realize how much he had to say about problems with the camp’s internal struggles,...
jscottgrand: Nestled in my lap, your knees tucked beneath you in a worn shirt that smells of me. Me, drowning in you. There is a hint of thigh there and creamy white leg, marred with the imprint of rough hands and fingers still slick with excitement. You read me a story, as we share a cigarette and a jelly jar filled with whisky. My fingers keep rhythm with the lilt and meter of your voice, as...
everythinginthesky: A piece of yellow police tape, cut free, drifts amongst the 8am traffic. Touching gutters, brushing along against taxis, wrapping itself around parking meters. Creating little crimes scenes with a kind of lazy affection.
distant-signals: Wet black streets and the wind at my back pushing me forward, as if I’m not already hurrying enough. Leaves spread along the pavement like gently tumbling stars drawn by a childish hand - all oranges and yellows, awkward and asymmetrical shapes imperfectly scattered across this midnight galaxy. I’ve been off work for only minutes, finally fleeing the dead side of a disastrous...
Kotex tampon recall. Please share. →
internerd: -rosasparks-: oldtobegin: nuestrahermana: zombiejihadi: Headline reads: “Kotex Tampons Recalled Due to Bacterial Contamination” and continues: “During the manufacturing process, the tampons were contaminated with the bacterium Enterobacter sakazakii, which can cause UTIs, pelvic inflammatory disease, and potentially life-threatening vaginal infections. There is also a chance that...
Even giants shake and fall, echo thunder crashing, when winds storm unrelenting through their blessed peace. There is no shame in your leafy tremblings; My love you are not made of steel nor would I have you be.
thestrangelands: Another Story Time Saturday story that will be added to my NaNoWriMo novel. Unforgotten He stands on the rail of the bridge, looking down at the water rushing beneath him. The rain stings his face as it hits him, and obscures his vision so much that he almost can’t see her there, waiting. Almost. “Dean? Honey? Please get down from there.” He turns to face his wife. “I’m...