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championships & cider & campfires

Posted at 03:32 AM on October 18, 2008
First thing's first.

I was the winner of last week's Etsy Challenge for the photography section with my photo, Upward Spiral, and am now in the weekly winners championship or something equally as prestigious-sounding.  In short, I'm competing against the winners of all of the sections last week.  The winner doesn't actually win anything except recognition, but I'm quite happy with that.  I'm barely staying on top and could use your help.

You don't have to register for or sign up for or be a member of anything.  You simply click here, scroll down to the slide show and voting box, click the bubble next to 'Upward Spiral', and click 'vote'.  I think the voting stops Monday.

Go now.  I'll wait.

The onset of autumn is a magical time of year for me.  Summer always leaves me in a sluggish stupor, and autumn's biting night air pierces my clothing and stings my skin -- reminding me, for at least a moment, that I am alive.

It's the same reason I like the smell of exhaust or the prick of a tattoo needle or the squish of mud under my shoes while tromping through a pumpkin patch to get the pumpkin no one else wants.  All those things shock me into becoming aware of myself and my surroundings.  And myself in my surroundings.

Last week, I was fortunate enough to snag one such unwanted pumpkin.  My friends Rick, Scott, and Jesse and I met up at a local autumn festival, complete with cider, hay rides, campfires, bluegrass band, and a pumpkin patch.  We only saw the pumpkin patch part of it by way of a couple of campfires because it was foggy and frigid and we didn't get there until it was closing, but it was worth it.  Scott managed to find a pumpkin so large that it was specially marked at $2 above the price for 'extra super large' pumpkins.  I could have fit at least 6 of my heads in there.  If I had 6 heads.  And even though I have several of my own pumpkins in my garden, I became instantly very attached to a small, collapsed little pumpkin covered in mud.  Scott bought it for me, and I named it Earl. 

Earl is now perched on a shelf above my bed.  Once I'm finished with all my custom orders, I'm going to make Earl a scarf and a hat.

Despite Earl's awkwardness, he balances very well, which is a very important quality as his post is right above my head while I'm sleeping.  Since these photos, he has turned more orange but still has not lost his veiny charm.

And, finally, my friend who owns Mayhem Arts, a shop selling her photography and handmade malas, which are like rosaries for yoginis, has 'tagged' me (whoa, could I have fit more commas in there?).  And I hate her for it.  But because she is my friend, I'll post the 7 facts about me.  However, I refuse to 'tag' other people and force this upon them.  This is my compromise.

1) If I have to breathe hot air, I get claustrophobic and mean.  This means no hiding under blankets, no laying with my face too close to my arm (or anyone else's arm or other body parts), and no riding in cars that blast hot air from the main vents.  Not even in winter.  I will roll the window down and freeze your ass out until you turn it to the floor vents at a more moderate temperature.

2) I have never been to a corn maze.  But I intend to rectify that this year.

3) I can, and have, eaten a whole container of hummus in one sitting.  My current favorite brand is Sabra, and I've dropped a lot of cash on them over the last few weeks because I've forgotten how to make my own.  Does anyone have a good hummus recipe?

4) I never wear underwear.  On a related note, I hate the  word 'panties'.  And 'pussy'.  Ew.

5) I never owned any belts as an adult until about 3 weeks ago.  Now I have at least a dozen.  The same thing can be said if you substitute 'scarves' for 'belts'.

6) When I was a child, I wanted to be a vampire or a hitman when I grew up.  This got me sent to the school counselor, who would come and get me off the playground during my lunch recess to talk about this and other things -- like my crush on one of my classmates' moms.

7) I can't stand getting dirt or food under my fingernails but love the feeling of skin underneath my nails.

What are 7 interesting things about yourself?

 Also, check out my shop for winter ninja gear and festive amigurumi sperm!

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Reply MayhemArts
11:16 AM on October 18, 2008
Good stuff...it's unfortunate that you hate me, but now I know never to make you wear panties and stuff you into a small warm box. see, totally worthy post. On a common note...my big goals in life as a child were to become a stripper or a serial killer. HA!
Reply Lanee'
06:03 AM on October 19, 2008
i read it and i liked it. oh shit, i'm almost as cool as katey perry or whoever.
Reply PunkerSlut
12:15 AM on November 08, 2008
1.) I've been clinically deceased about a dozen times in these twenty-two years. <br> <br>2.) I had sex with 74 women in the month of January 2007. (And a bit of early February!) <br> <br>3.) I'm very self-about my feet for many reasons. <br> <br>4.) I'm the most self-inflictingly-conscious person I have ever heard of. I do everything I can to learn as much as I can about matters that are not trivial, and pertinent to the going-ons of the world... However I also know shitload of useless facts, <br> <br>5.) I'm a pretty funny guy, but I don't tell jokes. I tell stories, and they always seem to entertain people more than jokes which are INTENDED to entertain. <br> <br>6.) I've never even smoked weed before. Parents were junkies, so I don't fuck with drugs... I barely drink even. I'm addicted to tattoos. And women, however... <br> <br>7.) I normally don't have enough time to answer questions over the internet to people I do not know... But your link from your SG profile caught my eye as I was on my phone, getting ready to fuck off for a birthday dinner and birthday beer, but said phonecall proved that some of my friends are very unreliable and lame. So because of this rare chance, I thought I'd do something I don't normally do, hence... This typing. <br> <br>You lucked out, friend. <br> <br>Good post. Take care. Much love. <br> <br> - Christoph, AKA Slut from The Wrecktals (http://www.myspace.com/TheWrecktals), AKA SonofaPunk on SuicideGirls
Reply PunkerSlut
12:18 AM on November 08, 2008
Ignore the errors... I'm retarded and doing a billion things at once.