No, Not the Whip! Anything but the Whip!

( Good lord, the House writers are reading fanfiction. )

For those of you here in Georgia, today is your lucky day! My tees are now available not only online, but also at Kazuma Gallery in Brunswick, GA! So stop in if you're in the neighborhood, and check out the double awesomeness that is both Kazuma Gallery and my tees!

Slave Daisy recently underwent some serious psychotherapy, re-evaluating what we wanted out of life, as a group and as a web site. After a lot of soul-searching, we feel we've come out the other side a changed collective, with new goals, new roles, and yes, even a new 'do.

Now, instead of just selling tees and buttons, Slave Daisy is determined to bring you a myriad of cool products from a variety of awesome artists that won't drain your wallet. Not only that, our blog will contain recommendations/reviews for other neat-o products by desginers and artists we adore that, again, won't suck your savings dry.

Keep your eyes peeled as we add more artists and goods over the next few months!

Per Miss r0cketsh0es's request, here's my current playlist that I like to listen to when I write slash/BL/whatever you wish to call gay romance. The list was pretty extensive and included songs that I just generally liked to work, so I narrowed it down to one song per artist and songs more specific to the subject matter, [in my mind, at least, XD] but if anyone wants the omitted songs, let me know.

I'm hoping this works, since a couple of the files are bought off of ITunes. If they won't DL, I apologize. Anyways, in no particular order, [actually, it's alphabetical by artist, I think,] here's my playlist:

- So Pure by Alanis Morissette*
- Will You Smile Again by ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
- Everybody's Stalking by Badly Drawn Boy
- Say GoodnightBeat Crusaders
- The Calendar Hung Itself by Bright Eyes
- Without Your Love by Cake
- Everything to You by Cobra Verde
- Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows
- Hold On to Me by Courtney Love
- Just Like Heaven by The Cure
- Fake by The Frames
- Losing Your Affection by Future Bible Heroes
- Rhythm and Blues Alibi by Gomez
- Juicy Ass by Home
- Malt Liquor by Hope for Agoldensummer
- Evil by Interpol
- Hot White Cum by Liz Phair
- Black Cadillacs by Modest Mouse
- Two-Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel
- Closer by Nine Inch Nails
- Wonderwall by Oasis
- Closet by Pete Yorn
- Hey by The Pixies
- True Love Waits by Radiohead
- You Can't Always Get What You Want cover by Rusted Root*
- Wow by Snow Patrol
- I Turn My Camera On by Spoon
- Call Me, Call Me by Yoko Kanno

*Purchased from ITunes

Finally, Slave Daisy has launched!

Sort of.

Although we’re currently only offering my tees and buttons, keep your eyes peeled for designs by our darling Mia come August. Also, please be patient with us as we work out any bugs with the site, ordering, etc. as we get the ball rolling. Any feedback you have for us is greatly appreciated, so feel free to drop us a line at slavedaisystudios@gmail.com.

For the curious, I've moved my personal blog to Blogspot. I'll still keep this LJ journal as my fangirl blog, [whenever RL allows me the time to actually fangirl,] but if anyone's interested in my day-to-day blather, that's where I'll be.

I decided to move it to Blogspot since my professional blog is there, as well as a few other boring reasons, but it's open to anyone's comments, so feel free to drop me a line there if you so choose.

Also, many apologizes to my friends here on LJ. RL is uber-crazy right now, so I haven't had much time for the better things in life, [i.e. - fangirling and keeping up with all you beautiful people.]

Okay, so I highly doubt any of you have seen/remember/give a flying fetch about the newish Dyson Slim vacuum cleaner commercial, [the one where these people are cleaning and their vacuums are all making small-child-toy squeaking noises,] but for whatever reason, it kills me dead every time I see it. I think it's the noises. Seriously though, if my vacuum cleaner actually made those noises on top of the fact that it's lime green and has sparkles embedded in the plastic, [no really, I have a lime green, sparkly vacuum cleaner,] I would vacuum every single day.

Every.

Single.

Day.

And yes, I am sober right now. In case you were curious.

Also, I had heard some talk about "Heroes" ripping hardcore from Alan Moore's "The Watchmen", so I sucked it up and read it to see what everyone's talking about. [For the Moore fans in the audience: I understand why Moore's such an important figure in comics, but if someone's going to shove their ideologies down my throat, I'd rather it be veiled enough that I can ignore the preaching if I want to. Like how I didn't realize Aslan in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" was a Christ figure until I was over twenty. So basically what I mean is, I don't really care for Moore.] When all's said and done, I actually liked "The Watchmen" and [and!] I feel that all the whiners and bitchers and moaners are just being silly. The only similarities that I really saw between the two are the standard superhero cliches that are unavoidable in the genre. Yes, there's the whole "blowing up New York" thing, but really. Come on. Everything surrounding that is so different in each series that aside from location, there's no comparison.

Of course, I might just be plugging up my ears and going "LalalaLA!"but I don't see it.

Also-also, I got to read the first volume of Lunar Boy and I'm in love. Now all I need to do is raid Jarrett's archives for the web comic and I'm a happy girl. Jarrett's an awesome guy with an awesome comic, so check it out. Buy the book. Spread the love!

I was running around downtown Savannah today taking pictures of architecture and such to add to my morgue and to get some ideas for the environment in my new comic, "Stuck in the Middle With You," and I happened to stumble across this:



It made me think of r0cketsh0es, so I had to snap the pic and then, because I needed a break from writing "Stuck in the Middle," I decided to make an icon out of it. Pity I'm not that good at making icons, but whatever. Had fun anyways. XD



As for why I needed the break is because, sad to say, I am stuck on the middle of "Stuck in the Middle." I've got the whole first book plotted out, and I know exactly how to end it, but the second book evades my grasp. Oh r0cketsh0es, why did you have to go to a con this weekend! I need a good brainstorming-over-beers session! D:

Okay, so I was enjoying the opening for tonight's Boston Legal, when it busted right through the fourth wall and I busted my gut completely. ( Not really spoiler-tastic, but whatever... )

Coolest thing EVER happened to me at work today. Okay, so those of you out there who never tasted the pure joy that is the éclair for two at Six Pence Pub here in Savannah won't thing this is all that spectacular, but it totally is, I swear. The EFT, [or The Baby, as my friends Matt and Mia call it,] is about the size of a flour-sack baby they make you haul around for a week in high school to learn what it means to carry something the size and weight of a sack of flour for a week. It's stuffed full of rich custard and has melty chocolate slathered on top. The EFT is truly a thing of wonder.

So anyways, I was working at this used book store called They Book Lady, when this nice tourist couple comes in. We chat for a bit, the wife buys a book, the husband agonizes over several purchases but decides not get anything, and they leave. About ten minutes later the husband comes back to get the books he wanted after all and we chat some more. He mentions that they're eating at Six Pence just around the corner and I tell him that if they have room for dessert, they need to get the éclair for two. I extol its virtues, we chat a bit more, and then the husband leaves once more, one hundred dollars poorer but rich with knowledge of the EFT. Again, time passes, people come and go, when to my surprise, the nice couple appear once more with a take-out carton in hand, which they give to me. Apparently, when they first got their EFT they cut out a section of it just for me and that, my dear friends, was what rested in the take-out carton.

These people were pure gold, I tell you what. I never did learn their names, but I know this for a fact: there should be more people like this couple in the world.

That way I'd get more of The Baby for free. XD

But seriously though, after having dealt with some of the crappiest people ever this past week, this little ray of cream-filled kindness and sunshine made my day. What can I say, I'm a sap. ^_^