Deep In The Forrest

Chelly put this up over at "However" , and I tried it out myself. It was a cool tool called "Mr. Picassohead" that you can use to make your very own Picasso inspired creation ... Just like Mine. I give you, "The Face Of Man"

My thoughts ran wild the week following the big Inkwell gig. I was a cat, prowling and working on the strategy for my next move. Indeed however, work beckoned and I was staring at a long week ahead of me. Of course, I enlisted the equally expert plotting skills of my "best mate" Tamra... after all, an evil duo can't go around just 50% evil. So, on I worked, impatiently awaiting the weekend, when I would undoubtedly have my chance to proceed with "Operation Free Willy". I'm just kidding, I didn't call it that. Hey! I'm a nice girl, remember? {*snickers*} "EOU" was having a show in Nashville as it turned out, so that sounded like our golden ticket. We immediately got on the horn and put our heads together to get a little group on board to go. LDP's other guitarist, and long-time friend of Rich's, Gray (the owner of the Yukon) would be key if we wanted a vehicle to accommodate a group. So we spoke with Gray, who already knew EOU was pl...

"Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." ~Woody Allen Metal music and tattoos are somewhat like Spaghetti and sauce, usually mixed in together somehow. So, it was only fitting that the bands would book a big show down at a tattoo shop downtown formerly called "The Inkwell". The Inkwell had been the setting of quite a few shows, since it had the space, turned out to be a semi-popular setting for it. On this particular night, they had scheduled an event which consisted of a big group of bands, all anxious to play their gig. We had a good crowd going that night too, most bands have their 'regulars', friends and/or family that tag along so the scene was set for a good show. However, as most people who have been a part of bands, or dealt with bookings you know that if you're set to go on at 9:00, you probably end up playing sometime closer to 11:00. This night was all that and more. Something happ...

Oh, o.k. i'll go ahead with the next installment. Here goes: The Printing Industry was paying the bills, pretty much. I was proofreading agrichemical and pharmaceudical labels that were on their way to be printed and distributed to the delight of farmers and pill-popping socker moms everywhere. Not really my bag, the proofreading although I always enjoyed English and Grammar. I majored in Art and Recess, so my heart has never been full of anything but passion and creativity. Some time down the road, the printing industry ride would end due to the 'corporate' politics and the fact that the head proofreader, Phil had taken a general disliking to me; I didn't fit in with his "perfectamundo-hippie with OCD who runs marathons" mold, so when the opportunity arose, he made sure along with the creepy department manager that I was history, and so I would soon be onto a whole new path. But wait, yes... the story. Back to the story, you're right. My apologies. The ...

I think it's true that a diamond doesn't know its worth, because everyone admires its beauty from time-to-time, but maybe its taken for granted that it is so special in its own way. People are blinded by the way it glistens, or makes them look good, but never take the time to allow it to come to the realization that it is so special just because theres no other one cut just like that one. My best bud Tamra, is one of those, with a cut like none other, she doesn't know how wonderful she is or how the world is a better place because she is here. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't the time fly? Just seems like yesterday that we were cruising with Big E. The two "Blonde Mamas" as Bo used to call us, causing trouble everywhere, the prank phone calls and general mayhem that we enjoyed inflicting... Where does it all go? We became nicknamed 'The Evil Duo'. Maybe i'll make everyone wait another day for the Mr. J saga, and instead tell a wicked t...

Started out on a lark, and ended up being a mini-series! :) If you haven't yet read the story of how Aunt Jackie met and meshed with Rich the guitar god (a.k.a. Mr. J, Rich, 9 etc) then you can read them all right here. That's right. They say nothing is free but go ahead, indulge yourself-no charge: 1- More Than A Filling (A Preamble) 2- Chapter 1 - The Dark Before the Dawn 3- Chapter 2 - Strippers, Video Cams & the Unholy Crud 4- III. Pardon Me, Do you Have Prince Albert In A Can? 5 - IV. Won't You Prey For Me? 6- Chapter 5 - We're On the Highway to Hell So, your assignment is to read the saga (in order, which makes it more affective)... The links above should get everyone caught up... I'll give everyone an easy A. Maybe I won't give you that book report after all. :) XOXO Aunt Jackie

More parties came and went. Rich would be at many of them as well. We continued to support the local music scene, going to most of the shows. Occasionally, big names like "The Melvins", "Cannibal Corpse", "Nile", "Dick Delicious and the Tasty Testicles" among others would make appearances and of course everyone would go. I hadn't used the number or the e-mail addy that Rich had given me yet. Wasn't giving him really the time of day, but he continued to hang out near us, always talking to me at all the shows, being such a cool guy. Legion of Divine Punishment's members, including Rich, all lived in a big two-story house together. You can only imagine the seedy debauchery that went on. They had a swimming pool, so there were pool parties, strippers [and other 'ho's', which I won't mention any names, cuz if I get started i'll say something i'll regret] that visited and sometimes lived in the house, everything that...

Following the Fleshfest, so much happened. It wasn't long before the loss of my neice, which threw our family on its ear, not to mention my big Sister, Vickie who was changed forever as one could imagine by losing a child. I continued down the wretched path of playing house with Chris, who was on a downward spiral and had nearly taken me right along for the ride. At one point, he had some friends of his (a couple, with a toddler) who had no place to live-and he took it upon himself to move them into my tiny 1-bedroom apartment, even though I wasn't even supposed to have him staying there much less any others. I continued to hide this from my landlord until I finally went off the deep end and couldn't take the living situation or any of their behavior any longer. With Tamra's help, we called up my landlord and explained the situation, and told her that we wanted them out of my place and fast. She was unbelievably understanding, as well as helpful. I was finally free of h...

Alas, I have survived my Root Canal, and i'm swift to be on the mend. So how about story time eh? You can relate, right? Having extremely strong Fillings Feelings about someone? (Sorry, my mind is still numb along with the entire left side of my face-lol). Well, Mr. J makes the whole world brighter with his big smile, his hearty laugh and the fact that he rarely takes anything seriously which is near-about the only way we can survive this bumpy ride we affectionately call "Life". I met him at a time in my life when I was not really looking to get involved with anyone, still traumatized by the last relationship which nearly snuffed out the tiny remaining embers of my soul. I'd been burned bad, wasted valuable years of my life and didn't quite know which road to take next. Dead is what I felt, dead to the world and dead to the knowledge that any goodness remained on Earth in the form of human life ( Sometimes I still have my doubts about that! ). [left to right:...

Come Mondays, everyone wishes they were doing just what Mr. J is doing here in this little photo, eh? This was a snapshot of my guy slurping up the suds on New Year's Eve... ahhh he loves his brew! I'll put him in a drinking contest one of these days with Barnze, Cappy and Drunk Punk and see who comes out on top! That would be a sight wouldn't it?? At any rate, I'd like to thank everyone for such warm wishes on my upcoming tooth trauma, which will be Wednesday at 1:00 p.m. CST (U.S.A.) if you wanna think a positive thought for me at that moment. Looking forward to getting that over with! After the whole Root canal, I get a crown and all that... guess it will look like it never happened... hopefully. On to other matters... we had four more songs mastered up over at Sun Studio this past Saturday, of course I stayed home and moped since I wasn't feeling well but Rob the Drummer says that they all turned out top notch. Will hear them tonight when I get to band practice....

Been a little out of sorts since Yesterday, Dentist had me on some Erythromycin (antibiotic, I guess thinking of the tooth and preparing me for the root canal) and I think it had me feeling ill. Left work early, came home and slept until Mr. J got home, he brought me something-I didn't have an appetite at all, went back to sleep, slept until late, woke up turned over and slept until late this morning... So I haven't been able to be round the computer too long, but i'm a bit better now... Not quite sure what to make of it, but I sure stopped my round of Antibiotics... feel much better without them! Will be back later on with maybe more interesting stuff. Guess I missed Cappy's radio broadcast this week... sorry for that as I tuned in last Saturday and enjoyed myself immensely. Hoping to catch Drunk Punk's radio show again soon too! So think of me during my time of tooth ailment, and my best thoughts to you and yours.

Well, it's official. I'm having a 'root canal'. My visit to the dentist went fine... at least TODAY. That is, because all he did was look at the problem, tell me that it was in bad shape and offer me the solutions to my problem. The issue of course, being a broken molar that I have let go for far too long. The visit went a little something like the following. I get to the office, fill out all the 'necessary paperwork', and get my insurance information in order. While i'm waiting, I eyeball a magazine to pass the time, thinking about all the dental horror stories, all the while, hearing this kid-must have been about 9 or 10 years old, in the back making the worst gagging and hurling noises you've ever heard... like something was just strangling the life out of him. "Oh, that's encouraging... terrific... I gotta go in after this kid... 'Doc Holiday' sounded better on his dying breath." (ok, try to ignore it) Finally, I get to go in, a...

I'd like to tell you the story of a time when I dreamt of meeting and actually got to meet and date Paul Stanley of Kiss. Looking back now, I don't really know what it was about Paul that I had taken a liking to, but I was head over heels (mind you, this was when I was in my early teens). The story, in fact, of my dating Paul Stanley would be a far more interesting tale, filled with alot more juicy details and unbelievable stories... unbelievable, because well that story didn't happen. Which is why I can't really tell it. Instead, one fine evening while a friend and I were playing around Beale Street, which is what we normally did on weekends, I met and settled for Steve Stanley. You may be asking yourself... "Steve Stanley, now is that one of Paul's semi-famous cousins perhaps?" The answer to that is invaritably "No." Partly because Steve Stanley isn't worth being urinated on by Paul, and also, Stanley as i'm sure you are aware, is not P...

Such a cold day today, unusually so after it was in the 60s only a few short days ago. Unusual, but not really for Memphis. I'm feeling homesick again, which is something that usually only people thousands of miles away from their home and family feel. People on business trips overseas, or people traveling thousands of miles, or those who are at war while their loved ones are at home. Not me, I am only 30 minutes away from my parents, and still somehow I feel a universe away from "home" today. Everything occurs to me through music, and scents and my senses. I'm daydreaming of the drifting years, and how being 15 myself just doesn't seem like more than two days ago. Much the same as it having been so warm just over the weekend, but now a frigid 28 degrees (F)... It's just how fast life is passing. I Thought about my old classmates, how most of them are 'all grown up' with children, children who are now as old as I still feel. Old loves, who have childr...

Happy Monday everyone. This may shape up to be a very busy week, especially nearing the end of the week I might not be able to be near the ole blog much-as I have to do some end-user training on a new application, so I will post when I can, and visit you guys when I can. I felt like a cartoon today, and one of my favorites is this Warner Bros cartoon of the "Michigan J. Frog" (my cartoon persona I always say). Enjoy it, and have a wonderful week. x Via: VideoSift

I love quotations, and this one is good advice for anybody i'd say. "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Emerson I'll be back later when i've had more caffeine or somethin! :)

Well, happy Friday everyone. We (I) made it through our (my) first full week at work since the holidays only to have a holiday coming up this Monday in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday . That's right, a 3 day weekend upon me-What WILL I do with all of the extra time? Hmmmm. Thought i'd throw a little cartoon I found online at http://www.almeidacartoons.com (it didn't say copyright, I'm telling you where it is-I just thought it would be slightly funny for the afternoon). Casual Friday... oh how I love Casual Friday, because I struggle all week with what to wear that can pass the office attire test, and it is so hard sometimes. I'm not quite the shopper other women are... despise shopping!! So Fridays are the days when I can throw on my jeans and feel [somewhat] comfortable. I hope that everyone had a great week... and that you have an even better weekend. My thoughts go out to Chelly , who has been sick with that Flu bug for the last couple of day...

Well, how many people can boast this? According to our always bright-n-cheery Memphis news channel, seems as though we're reaching new heights in excellence. Last night a gas-station homicide marks Memphis' 8th murder of the year. That's right, it's January 11th and there have been eight (8) murders so far. Read full story "Overnight shooting ends in city's 8th murder" Only 8!?!? What's the matter guys, sitting down on the job?? Where were you the other 3 days? Just plain disgusting, and i'm sure many of you can identify what with all of the shootings, stabbings, rapes, robberies and general mayhem that is going on everywhere. We should bring back "certain death-type punishments" such as executions at gunpoint, or my idea of 'eye for an eye'. Maybe it would make some of these useless wastes of human flesh actually think for a second with the tiny pea brains that were given to them... Sorry to start the day off with a bang (no pun ...

Little late, but better than never... I had a somewhat busy day so I didn't really get to post anything of interest. Thought maybe Wednesdays could often be "Video Day" for me, as the mood strikes I guess. Today's video is by one of my favorites, Siouxsie & The Banshees with "Peek-A-Boo". Enjoy!!

Ok, consider me tagged by Drunk Punk... I'll ditto his comment that nobody should HAVE to be tagged, and I am willingly listing the 6 Weird Things About Me... you can put yours if you'd like too. That IS if I can think up six (here goes): 1) I can play piano by ear, although I have never taken lessons. 2) I have an obscession with animal-noses... I have to touch them and tweak them. 3) I have mysteriously sweaty feet. At the end of the day, socks or no socks, or even if i'm wearing sandals, they absolutely reek! I have to go straight & wash them or Mr. J has a fit. 4) I enjoy the feel of a tattoo needle, it doesn't hurt, it exhilerates me. (love the smell of the parlor too). 5) I was actually part of a "B&E" (breaking & entering) once with my best friend Kathy, when she coerced me into going into her "then crush's" house while he wasn't home. 6) I can do 'Automatic Writing' (google it if you don't know what it is). Sin...

Sick of looking at thy neighbor?? Tired of the crime and the punishment?? Things tough all over where you're living?? Maybe you're just sick and tired, and want no more hassles of your current citizenship or country?? Well now you have no more excuses... you can just buy your own country. Seems The World's Smallest Country Is For Sale , go for it! I would if I had the dough, but it's doubtful I can afford. Great chance to design your own flag and tell people where to go... :)

Is it not general knowledge (or even law) that you are supposed to 'dim' your lights in the event of oncoming traffic? Or even when you're behind someone, with your high-beams on that you respectfully 'dim' them (and especially not ride their ass in this manner)?? Even if it is not law to dim lights for oncoming traffic, which I think it is, not doing so is extremely rude, annoying and blinding to the other drivers. I've been blinded numerous times by 'oncoming morons' as well as morons who are tailgaiting me with their high-beams on. No matter what I do to try to 'alert them nicely' to the situation, nothing helps. I have fantasized having some strange 'Go-Go-Gadget Blinder-Reverser!!' attached to my vehicle to make the obnoxious driver sorry they set foot on the road that day, but i'm sure it wouldn't matter [I've got this invention in the works though, so watch out!]. When I was learning to drive, I remember this being taug...

I felt like advertsing this morning, and if anyone pops by here first and doesn't know yet, FOURDINNERS is back with a brand new blog. (Papa's got a brand new blog, that's right!! :) j/k 4D)... Well, here is the link. I've been over and I like the new look... give him, Caz and Jaxxxx a shout! Four Dinner's Drunk Punk Blog!

About Aunt Jackie, but were afraid to tell her you just didn't give a damn lol ;) Yes I'm up late as usual, and just took a 'notion' to fill out one of those mind-numbing quizzes that people send you in your email from time-to-time... Jessica has had some of these on her MySpace.com site here lately... I went and found one that was especially long, so i'm sure that some of you will give me shite about having time to throw this down and actually answer it all, but hey, it's all good. Besides, it seems that everyone is asleep around the old blogland lately so nobody will probably notice it and I can squeek by with my little annoying quiz... [snickers under breath]. So here goes (warning, yes it's long and probably... mind numbing): Full Name: Who wants to know?? Birthday: June 22 Birthplace: Memphis , TN Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Reddish Brown Height: 5’ 8.5”...

Well, "Sun Studio" that is. Yes, this very night (now morning), we had four of our recorded songs mixed and mastered at Legendary Sun Studio . This is my first real experience in a real studio with people who have recorded the likes of Elvis Presley, U2, Beck, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, B.B. King, Gene Simmons, and so many more! Not done yet--just four of our songs so far, but it's a start. Hard for me to describe what we sound like, or if we sound like anyone (maybe you'll get to hear some of it someday)... Seems to me that it is different sounding, what we're playing, but I just love music and all I know is that I enjoy playing... put me behind my keyboard and i'm happy... so is it Rock-n-Roll? Blues? Heavy stuff? Maybe... maybe all that and more... but it's not Country music (which was the ultimate dream of my Mother and Father... they baited my crib with radios and played records since before I could speak-much less sing, hoping that i'd be Nashvi...

Just felt like lyrics to a song today, it's Friday and I give a little relieved "Sigh". Have a great weekend, my fellow aging children. "Songs to Aging Children" by Joni Mitchell Through the windless wells of wonder By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one People hurry by so quickly Dont they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Some come dark and strange like dying Crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings of crying So much said in listening Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me Songs to aging children came This is one

Before I Get Too Deep. Does anyone else experience it? The 'after-holiday-what-the-hell-day-is-this' syndrome? I, being out an extra day for the holiday have been all screwed up. Thought it was Tuesday, then I thought it was Thursday yesterday, so today (yesterday's tomorrow) would be Friday. Nope it's just Thursday... which is just fine with me. Mr. X and I have been trying to get back on track (literally) to the tune of waking up at 5:00 a.m. for our first-morning cardio/fat blast workout, and then still doing our weight lifting 3 days a week... In the midst of this we're cutting down on carbs. After lifting, however, you need--and can have the carbs. Believe you me-i'd lift 9 days a week if I can eat my carbs!! So no flavored coffee for me today, no candies (as if I didn't have enough of this stuff during Christmas time). It's hard getting completely back in the swing... But when your clothes begin to loosen and fall off-it always makes you feel 110...

We're all feeling it, right? Getting back to reality and still feeling lagged after the holidays, some of us, like me, not feeling so hot. Lots of people have been sick lately. I'm still trying to catch my second wind, and have battled some sinus pains with our weather fluctuations, seems everyone stays ill around here... Lovely, lovely Memphis. It's dangerous out there, everywhere, so no matter what neighborhood you're passin through, be careful and show em who's boss! After all of the regurgitation of holiday muck, how could anybody even think about 'how many days until Christmas'? But some evil thing made me look. So I can now tell you that as I write this, there are 355 days until Christmas. { sigh... deep breath } Ok, enough's enough right? :) We're all in it together with high hopes of this year being far greater than the last year. Maybe it will not dissappoint, we'll try to think positive anyways. Thinking positive is supposed to be the ...