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the Dome

Tonight I am sick, but I am still going to a Falcons game with some of the Baby Robots. Whenever I participate in sporting events, I feel like a foreign exchange student:

I am willing and enthusiastic to participate in your sporting match! I am both joyful and confused because of the inevitable cultural subtleties that I missed while being raised by a humble Estonian cow-dentist. My teenage gypsy mother left us when I was a baby, and my father was too busy working as a cow-dentist to teach me about sports. I would also like to meet Dolly Parton and the Great Whale Shamu, who I hear has mystical powers and lives in one of your gigantic water zoos. Go sport team the Atlanta Falcons!

Mostly I know that I should hold my screaming and jumping inside until others around me have given me the correct signals upon which to gauge my enthusiasm. 

Look at me in my fancy hat on the internet, y’all. everettsteele: Hey look, one of our projects, Breed City, is featured on Atlanta’s Scoutmob. Huzzah! Click the photo for the full article and interview. Bonus points for recognizing the two paper masks we’re holding in the picture.

Look at me in my fancy hat on the internet, y’all.

everettsteele:

Hey look, one of our projects, Breed City, is featured on Atlanta’s Scoutmob. Huzzah!

Click the photo for the full article and interview. Bonus points for recognizing the two paper masks we’re holding in the picture.

No matter what they say 

We’ll wear a jolly crown
Buckle up, we’re wayward bound
We’ll come back for Indian Summer
We’ll come back for Indian Summer
We’ll come back for Indian Summer

Happy Sunday. I’m off to the pride parade.  pic by Jason Pierce Mallory

Happy Sunday. I’m off to the pride parade. 

pic by Jason Pierce Mallory

We got bikes. Regular ones, not big-wheel-little-wheel bikes like you probably expected of us. Actually, Ev got a bike. I dug my filthy, 8 year old Schwinn out of storage, and guess what? Bikes are awesome.  I know. Bike people with their precious bikes, and their precious physically fit hearts, and their precious bike art, and their precious bike-themed-knits, and their precious robust, well-behaved rescue dogs, and their precious clean garage floors. My goal is not to become one of them, but, by involving myself in their universe, to smudge their overall image by biking around town with a bad attitude and sweaty gamer hands.  Hopefully exercising for hours every day doesn’t change my complicated disposition.  

We got bikes. Regular ones, not big-wheel-little-wheel bikes like you probably expected of us. Actually, Ev got a bike. I dug my filthy, 8 year old Schwinn out of storage, and guess what? Bikes are awesome. 

I know. Bike people with their precious bikes, and their precious physically fit hearts, and their precious bike art, and their precious bike-themed-knits, and their precious robust, well-behaved rescue dogs, and their precious clean garage floors.

My goal is not to become one of them, but, by involving myself in their universe, to smudge their overall image by biking around town with a bad attitude and sweaty gamer hands. 

Hopefully exercising for hours every day doesn’t change my complicated disposition.  

(Source: synodik)

This is a picture of Harrison Krix. He is a bad ass. See that incredible Mass Effect costume? Guess what suckers, Harrison Krix made that. It looked even better in person too.  Here I am wearing a one piece with eyeliner all over my face like someone who is NOT excellent at making costumes. Fortunately no one cared because I was dressed like Cheetara and that’s apparently all that matters. Thanks for your low, low standards, society! Ev is currently playing a Mass Effect 2 demo and IT LOOKS INCREDIBLE. I think it’s going to be the next thing I get from Game Fly, which means good bye social life, hello sweaty gamer hands. Oh yes—here’s a link to my Write Club Atlanta piece from last night. Enjoy my awkward attempt at sci fi short stories, kids.

This is a picture of Harrison Krix. He is a bad ass. See that incredible Mass Effect costume? Guess what suckers, Harrison Krix made that. It looked even better in person too. 


Here I am wearing a one piece with eyeliner all over my face like someone who is NOT excellent at making costumes. Fortunately no one cared because I was dressed like Cheetara and that’s apparently all that matters. Thanks for your low, low standards, society!

Ev is currently playing a Mass Effect 2 demo and IT LOOKS INCREDIBLE. I think it’s going to be the next thing I get from Game Fly, which means good bye social life, hello sweaty gamer hands.

Oh yes—here’s a link to my Write Club Atlanta piece from last night. Enjoy my awkward attempt at sci fi short stories, kids.

Excessive Sally Jupiter photos from DragonCon 2011.  Today I’m off to Wheel Barrow Fest in Reynolds town. Thank you, the South, for having the kind of persistant redneckery that I can totally get behind. This wheelbarrow-based gathering will surely be a blast. Atlanta has turned from a punishing inferno into what scientists are calling the most perfect place of all time. Whenever I write about the weather I think of that R.E.M. song.  hi hi hi. hi hi.  By the way, fellow vegetarians, do you ever dream you’re drunk and eating hamburger patty after hamburger patty in secret like some kind of alcoholic, homeless, shame-filled Hamburgler? Because apparently I do.

Excessive Sally Jupiter photos from DragonCon 2011. 

Today I’m off to Wheel Barrow Fest in Reynolds town. Thank you, the South, for having the kind of persistant redneckery that I can totally get behind. This wheelbarrow-based gathering will surely be a blast.

Atlanta has turned from a punishing inferno into what scientists are calling the most perfect place of all time. Whenever I write about the weather I think of that R.E.M. song. 

hi hi hi. hi hi. 

By the way, fellow vegetarians, do you ever dream you’re drunk and eating hamburger patty after hamburger patty in secret like some kind of alcoholic, homeless, shame-filled Hamburgler? Because apparently I do.

Bunny and Christopher Lloyd on Flickr.He secretly took me to the future, y’all.

Bunny and Christopher Lloyd on Flickr.

He secretly took me to the future, y’all.

P9021157 by scenemissingmagazine on Flickr.He’s called the Stig.

P9021157 by scenemissingmagazine on Flickr.

He’s called the Stig.

P9021189 by scenemissingmagazine on Flickr.I look like a giant next to this girl. I’m 5’2.

P9021189 by scenemissingmagazine on Flickr.

I look like a giant next to this girl. I’m 5’2.

P9031421 by scenemissingmagazine on Flickr.Harrison Krix of Volpin Props and me dressed like a janky Cheetara.

P9031421 by scenemissingmagazine on Flickr.

Harrison Krix of Volpin Props and me dressed like a janky Cheetara.

Thinking Your Way Through Traffic in a Brain-Control Car

So… if I envision a myself driving at top speed off a bridge in a rage-fueled car-tasrophy on 75/85 South, like I do every day, will this device murder a bunch of folks? Maybe that will teach you to have two major highways converge, Atlanta.

It was a sad night in the Atl

FALCONS

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days

since you took your love away

 WHA

I go out every night and sleep all day
since you took your love away

my husband explains with his hands

since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want

I can see whomever I choose

 Downtown

I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant

 Matt

but nothing

Sarah Christine

 I said nothing can take away these blues.

the Dome

‘cause nothing compares

snow in ATL

nothing compares

Rise up

To you. 

Future girls.

No nothing compares. Nothing compares

moviestar

To you.