naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I'm not just made of wolf teeth, no matter what my icon says! I make you look at pictures of me now! Because it's been, like, a couple of years. I mean, there's probably some of you who have no freaking idea what I look like. That is how long it's been. And I've started feeling really weird about it. I've also gained a lot of weight, so I feel like my old pics don't represent me particularly well. So, these are unretouched except for contrast, and desaturating a few.

Sargon took about half of these, including the silly ones, so, props and many thanks!

Pretty.

I think I look really pretty here, while still looking reasonably like myself.

The rest. )

Never Alone 3

Probably the best likeness in the bunch.

The eyeshadow is Orglamix Absinthe with a tiny bit of Vert in the eyelid crease. I love this color. I have, like, six other colors that I ordered at the same time, but this is the only one I've worn. Looks really good with dark eyes, I think. No lipstick/lip gloss, obviously.

It's weird to me to look at pictures of myself. In my mind's eye I look totally different. Big tattoed guy with piercings and insolent tee shirts. Tihs cute, silly, kittenish person is . . . not me. Good representation of my physical appearance, poor representation of my inner self.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I'm not just made of wolf teeth, no matter what my icon says! I make you look at pictures of me now! Because it's been, like, a couple of years. I mean, there's probably some of you who have no freaking idea what I look like. That is how long it's been. And I've started feeling really weird about it. I've also gained a lot of weight, so I feel like my old pics don't represent me particularly well. So, these are unretouched except for contrast, and desaturating a few.

Sargon took about half of these, including the silly ones, so, props and many thanks!

Pretty.

I think I look really pretty here, while still looking reasonably like myself.

The rest. )

Never Alone 3

Probably the best likeness in the bunch.

The eyeshadow is Orglamix Absinthe with a tiny bit of Vert in the eyelid crease. I love this color. I have, like, six other colors that I ordered at the same time, but this is the only one I've worn. Looks really good with dark eyes, I think. No lipstick/lip gloss, obviously.

It's weird to me to look at pictures of myself. In my mind's eye I look totally different. Big tattoed guy with piercings and insolent tee shirts. Tihs cute, silly, kittenish person is . . . not me. Good representation of my physical appearance, poor representation of my inner self.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Chi)
We've bought a house but aren't living there yet. It's like having the world's biggest Christmas present with the world's most assembly required waiting for you to open it.

I think about all the work I have to do and I want to bury my head under my pillow and lie there until the cat falls asleep on my ass. At the same time, I want to see it when I'm done, and I won't be able to do that if I don't get in there and freaking paint.

In reseraching insomnia, I ran across something truly horrific. Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you fatal familial insomnia.

What a horrible way to go. Oh my god.

Mine is thankfully not that bad. Tazendra helps by lying on me like a little lead weight until I fall asleep. She is an angst-sponge.

Cut for pictures of me snuggling my cat. )

In other news, if you liked the old "Dystopia" LJ viewing scheme, but don't know how to apply it to journals created since its obsolescence, or have switched over and can't switch back, there's a way to fix that! I love Dystopia, and am very glad I found the workaround. They just make it damn hard to find, as the usual viewing options pages doesn't list it anymore. Go here to choose it. They are no longer specifically supporting it, meaning they don't test new layouts and so on with it, but you can still choose it!

Artwise, I've got a massive backlog of stuff to post, which I suppose is good, and will keep me from going silent during the worst of the move in a couple of weeks. We'll start on Monday with more bones. I've got boxes to post pictures of, but I'm still wrestling with myself over when I am going to take commissions again. This hasn't been a good year for me, art-wise, and I am reluctant to take on any more than I already have. Posting box photos always rouses interest, and I hate to not be available when that happens.

I think that's all I have in me right now. I'm going to brush my teeth and turn in, and hope the cat can work her de-stressing magic on me. I'm way too wound-up. But, you know, most of it's in a good way, so that's all right.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Chi)
We've bought a house but aren't living there yet. It's like having the world's biggest Christmas present with the world's most assembly required waiting for you to open it.

I think about all the work I have to do and I want to bury my head under my pillow and lie there until the cat falls asleep on my ass. At the same time, I want to see it when I'm done, and I won't be able to do that if I don't get in there and freaking paint.

In reseraching insomnia, I ran across something truly horrific. Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you fatal familial insomnia.

What a horrible way to go. Oh my god.

Mine is thankfully not that bad. Tazendra helps by lying on me like a little lead weight until I fall asleep. She is an angst-sponge.

Cut for pictures of me snuggling my cat. )

In other news, if you liked the old "Dystopia" LJ viewing scheme, but don't know how to apply it to journals created since its obsolescence, or have switched over and can't switch back, there's a way to fix that! I love Dystopia, and am very glad I found the workaround. They just make it damn hard to find, as the usual viewing options pages doesn't list it anymore. Go here to choose it. They are no longer specifically supporting it, meaning they don't test new layouts and so on with it, but you can still choose it!

Artwise, I've got a massive backlog of stuff to post, which I suppose is good, and will keep me from going silent during the worst of the move in a couple of weeks. We'll start on Monday with more bones. I've got boxes to post pictures of, but I'm still wrestling with myself over when I am going to take commissions again. This hasn't been a good year for me, art-wise, and I am reluctant to take on any more than I already have. Posting box photos always rouses interest, and I hate to not be available when that happens.

I think that's all I have in me right now. I'm going to brush my teeth and turn in, and hope the cat can work her de-stressing magic on me. I'm way too wound-up. But, you know, most of it's in a good way, so that's all right.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Christmas Spartaaans!)
From the OSFW Christmas party, a small battery of pictures.

OSFW Christmas Party 03

Merry Christmas . . .

OSFW Christmas Party 02

. . . you FUCKERS!

That's me, [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, and [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob. Also known, apparently, as The Boob Brigade.

OSFW Christmas Party 01

Me and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, we are silly.

And because it's been requested, pictures of my tit, and attendant piercing:

TIIIT! )

OSFW Christmas Party 04

And on that nicely pagan note, I shall leave you to get back to your day.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Christmas Spartaaans!)
From the OSFW Christmas party, a small battery of pictures.

OSFW Christmas Party 03

Merry Christmas . . .

OSFW Christmas Party 02

. . . you FUCKERS!

That's me, [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, and [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob. Also known, apparently, as The Boob Brigade.

OSFW Christmas Party 01

Me and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, we are silly.

And because it's been requested, pictures of my tit, and attendant piercing:

TIIIT! )

OSFW Christmas Party 04

And on that nicely pagan note, I shall leave you to get back to your day.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
Sifmas 01

Merry Sifmas, all!

Click for amusing pictures of the other two, as well as a super-cute cat cuddling picture. )

And one more I simply must inflict on you, just so you have double your daily cute dose. Sargon caught me sleeping in a sunbeam with Fish.

Snugglefish

It does not get much better than that, folks. It just doesn't.

I've done a lot of animal snuggling, lately.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
Sifmas 01

Merry Sifmas, all!

Click for amusing pictures of the other two, as well as a super-cute cat cuddling picture. )

And one more I simply must inflict on you, just so you have double your daily cute dose. Sargon caught me sleeping in a sunbeam with Fish.

Snugglefish

It does not get much better than that, folks. It just doesn't.

I've done a lot of animal snuggling, lately.

New Year!

Jan. 3rd, 2008 04:57 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kiss Kiss!)
Sorry I've been absent, guys. As you can see, I've been busy:

Dog Years 02

Further cuteness and hilarity. )

Boozehounds 03

Here's to a better new year!

New Year!

Jan. 3rd, 2008 04:57 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kiss Kiss!)
Sorry I've been absent, guys. As you can see, I've been busy:

Dog Years 02

Further cuteness and hilarity. )

Boozehounds 03

Here's to a better new year!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Poke)
Had a really great convention this year; sold some art, saw lots of old friends, made new friends, and got to parade around in costume for hours at a time. I even came in way under budget – I think I made more than I spent for once.

I even got climbed on by a lemur:

Lemur 05

The whole set of Conestoga pictures is here on Flickr, if you care to see them. You can also view them as a slideshow.

For now, some highlights!

Wenches 08

That's me and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob, and [livejournal.com profile] celticmistress.

Gimme more! )

Again, go take a look at the whole set. It's great fun.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Poke)
Had a really great convention this year; sold some art, saw lots of old friends, made new friends, and got to parade around in costume for hours at a time. I even came in way under budget – I think I made more than I spent for once.

I even got climbed on by a lemur:

Lemur 05

The whole set of Conestoga pictures is here on Flickr, if you care to see them. You can also view them as a slideshow.

For now, some highlights!

Wenches 08

That's me and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob, and [livejournal.com profile] celticmistress.

Gimme more! )

Again, go take a look at the whole set. It's great fun.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (SAMURAI FACE!)
I'm just spamming you with random pictures.

Later on you get pictures of wild animals, but today you get pictures of me being silly as hell.

AND.

Because I did not spam you with cat pictures on Friday, we will declare this a belated Caturday, and celebrate with pictures of my primary felines.

On to the pics!

NYARRGH ZOMBIE 01
Me, proving that even at 30 I still cannot sit still for a picture.

More! Click if you dare! )

And, just because it amuses me, this picture, taken of me painting a cat design with an actual cat in my lap. This is what I look like on a good day. Ponytail, paintbrush in my teeth, paint on my hands, a cat in my lap, and something creative spread in front of me.

Kitty Help

Cat Help is pretty much essential to all creative endeavors.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (SAMURAI FACE!)
I'm just spamming you with random pictures.

Later on you get pictures of wild animals, but today you get pictures of me being silly as hell.

AND.

Because I did not spam you with cat pictures on Friday, we will declare this a belated Caturday, and celebrate with pictures of my primary felines.

On to the pics!

NYARRGH ZOMBIE 01
Me, proving that even at 30 I still cannot sit still for a picture.

More! Click if you dare! )

And, just because it amuses me, this picture, taken of me painting a cat design with an actual cat in my lap. This is what I look like on a good day. Ponytail, paintbrush in my teeth, paint on my hands, a cat in my lap, and something creative spread in front of me.

Kitty Help

Cat Help is pretty much essential to all creative endeavors.
naamah_darling: A gray cat with a white chin squinting as though she smells food. (Fish)
Video of the Fish is coming later, and also video of the Mocus.

For now, I leave you with some pictures (including one of me with NO PANTS ON) before I head for bed, because it's Friday, and because the Fish enjoys her fame.

Fish Glare 01

THAT is what I see unexpectedly when I look up while I'm painting. The shelf I use to store my old paints has no back, and through it I can see Fish, sitting on the back of the comfy chair, her eyes gleaming green as absinthe. She is like a little hell-sprite.

Behold:

She is a very scary Fish. )

We got no shortage of cute around here, no sirree.
naamah_darling: A gray cat with a white chin squinting as though she smells food. (Fish)
Video of the Fish is coming later, and also video of the Mocus.

For now, I leave you with some pictures (including one of me with NO PANTS ON) before I head for bed, because it's Friday, and because the Fish enjoys her fame.

Fish Glare 01

THAT is what I see unexpectedly when I look up while I'm painting. The shelf I use to store my old paints has no back, and through it I can see Fish, sitting on the back of the comfy chair, her eyes gleaming green as absinthe. She is like a little hell-sprite.

Behold:

She is a very scary Fish. )

We got no shortage of cute around here, no sirree.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Dangerous Booty)
Well, that was an awesome weekend.

Dinner at Carrabba's on Friday was great. I'd been warned away from them a few years back, and now I wish I hadn't listened. The food was very good and the service was excellent.

Sunday Sargon and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and her husband and I all went to the Muskogee Renfaire and hung out with [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob and her boyo, and way, way, way too much money was spent.

I won't detail everything I bought, but I will give you a quick look at most of it:

Frippery

Yeah. I came wearing nothing but the shirt and the pants. You can see I sort of did some damage to the bank account, but that's a really fun waistcoat jerkin piratey type thing, and it demanded I complete the ensemble with some accessories. Totally not period, but totally cool anyway. Besides, Lady Peril is clearly a time-traveling pirate. She doesn't need to be period. I also got a gold thingy that is even more excessively awesome, but I need to get pictures of it on.

I plan on acquiring more pirate clothing in the future so that Lady Peril can have her choice of attire when I go to conventions, renfaires, and to the corner store. I turned around and became a rennie. Shit.

I also bought a sword for Sargon, which is cooler by far than anything I bought for myself, and there will be pictures of her, too, never you fear. Also more pictures of me in the other stuff I bought, and out of it, and in various combinations thereof. For the first time, I have clothes that make my ass look fantastic. I'm giddy with delight. I think I just wasn't made for modern fashion.

Now all I need are new boots, which means saving my money for a custom pair. Joy. Ah, well. I have a birthday coming up.

For now, in lieu of actual content, have this:

Bustketeers 01

[livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob, and me.

We are The Three Bustketeers!

But if I'm going to draw a musketeers analogy, which one of us is Athos, which one is Porthos, and which one is Aramis?

That's a stumper.

If there was a quiz, I would probably just end up as D'Artagnan's cheese-colored horse.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Dangerous Booty)
Well, that was an awesome weekend.

Dinner at Carrabba's on Friday was great. I'd been warned away from them a few years back, and now I wish I hadn't listened. The food was very good and the service was excellent.

Sunday Sargon and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and her husband and I all went to the Muskogee Renfaire and hung out with [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob and her boyo, and way, way, way too much money was spent.

I won't detail everything I bought, but I will give you a quick look at most of it:

Frippery

Yeah. I came wearing nothing but the shirt and the pants. You can see I sort of did some damage to the bank account, but that's a really fun waistcoat jerkin piratey type thing, and it demanded I complete the ensemble with some accessories. Totally not period, but totally cool anyway. Besides, Lady Peril is clearly a time-traveling pirate. She doesn't need to be period. I also got a gold thingy that is even more excessively awesome, but I need to get pictures of it on.

I plan on acquiring more pirate clothing in the future so that Lady Peril can have her choice of attire when I go to conventions, renfaires, and to the corner store. I turned around and became a rennie. Shit.

I also bought a sword for Sargon, which is cooler by far than anything I bought for myself, and there will be pictures of her, too, never you fear. Also more pictures of me in the other stuff I bought, and out of it, and in various combinations thereof. For the first time, I have clothes that make my ass look fantastic. I'm giddy with delight. I think I just wasn't made for modern fashion.

Now all I need are new boots, which means saving my money for a custom pair. Joy. Ah, well. I have a birthday coming up.

For now, in lieu of actual content, have this:

Bustketeers 01

[livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob, and me.

We are The Three Bustketeers!

But if I'm going to draw a musketeers analogy, which one of us is Athos, which one is Porthos, and which one is Aramis?

That's a stumper.

If there was a quiz, I would probably just end up as D'Artagnan's cheese-colored horse.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (WTF)
I promised you the nightmare honeymoon story, and you're going to get it.

We were staying in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, a small artsy tourist community in the heart of the Ozarks. It's a wonderful place, and I try to get out there every couple of years just to look at all the pretty stuff.

Eureka Springs is home of the historic Crescent Hotel, built in 1886 and now fully restored to its former glory. It's utterly gorgeous, captivatingly so. It is also haunted.

I will state for the record that I am no great believer in ghosts. I don't categorically deny the supernatural, but I do believe that most experiences I and others have had are explicable by more mundane means.

That said, I do believe the trip was cursed.

The first night I was hit with an allergy attack so bad I could not see to drive. There was no 24-hour pharmacy in town, so we had to drive 20 miles through blind-curving Ozark mountain roads to the nearest Wal-Mart. In pitch darkness. No streetlights. Total dropoffs on either side. In the pelting rain. I had to go along, because my driver can't navigate by himself, and if he got lost, I knew he would never find his way home.

The ordeal was enough to wear me out completely. We got back to the hotel and crashed. Inasmuch as you can "crash" in a room with a portrait that stares and stares and staaares at you, and a rocking chair that isn't quite empty, even when it is.

The next day was fun; we walked around town, bought some stuff, had a good time. When evening came, we got dressed and prepared to go downstairs to dine in the gorgeous ballroom.

As I went down the stairs – walking, mind you, not running – I tripped over nothing at all and went pitching ass over teakettle. I only narrowly avoided breaking my neck. As it was, I twisted my ankle quite badly. I, of course, was sitting on the landing laughing my ass off, while Sargon worried over me.

We limped down to the dining room, had dinner anyway, with my foot in a chair and an ice pack on the ankle. The food was awesome, but the dining room was creepy as hell. It was completely empty, and in the slanting yellow sun, it seemed to have the cast of yesteryear.

We were alone in the dining room, which was silent. Both Sargon and I distinctly had the impression of other diners, other people, the way you do when you're in an empty place that has seen a lot of people move through. I could swear I remember hearing music, but that may just have been the pain.

At any rate, no ghosts, just a place with a lot of old memories very close to the surface. Very close. The place is utterly beautiful, and utterly creepy, and was even more so before they restored it, shortly after we honeymooned there.

It wasn't until a couple of years later that I heard from a friend (who hadn't even heard about the ankle incident) that, on that self-same stairway, a woman had fallen and broken her neck on her honeymoon. It was suspected that her husband, a doctor, had pushed her.

Yeah, that's the Twilight Zone music you're hearing.

I haven't had any luck tracking down the source of this legend, because the folks at the Crescent really, really don't like talking about ghosts, or bad things that have happened there. This is either because they are covering things up, or because they want you to take one of their ghost tours. Either way, probably shrewd, since mystery is good for business.

Anyway, we came home early because I couldn't walk at all, and the doctor said it was about the worst a sprain can be without snapping something or breaking something. I couldn't walk for a couple of weeks. It pretty much sucked, but it makes a great story. Especially the part where I went plummeting down the steps and my dress flew up, flashing my naked ass to the world. (What?! Why the hell would I wear panties to dinner on my freakin' honeymoon?)

And now, for the actual reenactment:

No Naamahs were harmed to make these photographs. )

Now, I promised you a chance to tell your own horror stories.

I want [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and her husband to have something really goofy to read when they get back. And this is also my way of ensuring that, you know, they're having a good time and will come home totally safe.

So, let's have it. What's your worst honeymoon story? Did your wedded bliss start out with a bang when you blew a tire being chased by the Wild Hunt? Did your spouse turn into a tentacular sea-creature and try to unscrew your head like a bottle cap? Did your mother-in-law also stay the night?

Tell!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (WTF)
I promised you the nightmare honeymoon story, and you're going to get it.

We were staying in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, a small artsy tourist community in the heart of the Ozarks. It's a wonderful place, and I try to get out there every couple of years just to look at all the pretty stuff.

Eureka Springs is home of the historic Crescent Hotel, built in 1886 and now fully restored to its former glory. It's utterly gorgeous, captivatingly so. It is also haunted.

I will state for the record that I am no great believer in ghosts. I don't categorically deny the supernatural, but I do believe that most experiences I and others have had are explicable by more mundane means.

That said, I do believe the trip was cursed.

The first night I was hit with an allergy attack so bad I could not see to drive. There was no 24-hour pharmacy in town, so we had to drive 20 miles through blind-curving Ozark mountain roads to the nearest Wal-Mart. In pitch darkness. No streetlights. Total dropoffs on either side. In the pelting rain. I had to go along, because my driver can't navigate by himself, and if he got lost, I knew he would never find his way home.

The ordeal was enough to wear me out completely. We got back to the hotel and crashed. Inasmuch as you can "crash" in a room with a portrait that stares and stares and staaares at you, and a rocking chair that isn't quite empty, even when it is.

The next day was fun; we walked around town, bought some stuff, had a good time. When evening came, we got dressed and prepared to go downstairs to dine in the gorgeous ballroom.

As I went down the stairs – walking, mind you, not running – I tripped over nothing at all and went pitching ass over teakettle. I only narrowly avoided breaking my neck. As it was, I twisted my ankle quite badly. I, of course, was sitting on the landing laughing my ass off, while Sargon worried over me.

We limped down to the dining room, had dinner anyway, with my foot in a chair and an ice pack on the ankle. The food was awesome, but the dining room was creepy as hell. It was completely empty, and in the slanting yellow sun, it seemed to have the cast of yesteryear.

We were alone in the dining room, which was silent. Both Sargon and I distinctly had the impression of other diners, other people, the way you do when you're in an empty place that has seen a lot of people move through. I could swear I remember hearing music, but that may just have been the pain.

At any rate, no ghosts, just a place with a lot of old memories very close to the surface. Very close. The place is utterly beautiful, and utterly creepy, and was even more so before they restored it, shortly after we honeymooned there.

It wasn't until a couple of years later that I heard from a friend (who hadn't even heard about the ankle incident) that, on that self-same stairway, a woman had fallen and broken her neck on her honeymoon. It was suspected that her husband, a doctor, had pushed her.

Yeah, that's the Twilight Zone music you're hearing.

I haven't had any luck tracking down the source of this legend, because the folks at the Crescent really, really don't like talking about ghosts, or bad things that have happened there. This is either because they are covering things up, or because they want you to take one of their ghost tours. Either way, probably shrewd, since mystery is good for business.

Anyway, we came home early because I couldn't walk at all, and the doctor said it was about the worst a sprain can be without snapping something or breaking something. I couldn't walk for a couple of weeks. It pretty much sucked, but it makes a great story. Especially the part where I went plummeting down the steps and my dress flew up, flashing my naked ass to the world. (What?! Why the hell would I wear panties to dinner on my freakin' honeymoon?)

And now, for the actual reenactment:

No Naamahs were harmed to make these photographs. )

Now, I promised you a chance to tell your own horror stories.

I want [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and her husband to have something really goofy to read when they get back. And this is also my way of ensuring that, you know, they're having a good time and will come home totally safe.

So, let's have it. What's your worst honeymoon story? Did your wedded bliss start out with a bang when you blew a tire being chased by the Wild Hunt? Did your spouse turn into a tentacular sea-creature and try to unscrew your head like a bottle cap? Did your mother-in-law also stay the night?

Tell!

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