I honestly didn't think I would get this far.
I thought the difficult part would be the word count. Like writing an essay you don't care about. But the difficult part is physically and emotionally abusing my protagonist. I DONT WANNA.



...but I have to.

Angelo D'Acampo: Don Elton. We're experiencing a severe lack of experimental teenaged lesbians since the goth wave of the 90s grew up. This could effect our productivity in the future if it results in a generation gap.

Don: I assume you have a solution?

Angelo D'Acampo: I might. You know how teenaged girls like kissing *posters* of mass marketed heartthrobs? Well look at this.



Don: You are a genius, Angelo. A fucking genius. Your father, Cher rest his soul, would be proud.

Angelo D'Acampo: Thank you, boss. If this won't get stupid teenaged girls to experiment with each other, I don't know what will.

I have decided to kick myself in the ass and commit to NaNoWriMo. Any friends who are doing the same, I'd love to exchange critiques with you, if you are into that. Otherwise I am going to post snippets here every once in a while.
Of course I want this "novel" to be my ticket to millions of teenage dollars and my own private Croatian island to use as a base for setting up my bloodless coup over ownership of Liechtenstein (I can do better justice to those people than that lousy prince!). However, if I am to have a hope of finishing it, I must of course make it extremely self indulgent. You've been warned.

Title:
The Memoirs of Prince Sebestyen di Baritariae
(A Memoir)

See. I told you it was self indulgent. But trust me, there is more to it than rudely shaped topiary gardens, absinthe hallucinations, and melancholy royalty. There's also Cold War mentality!

I raise you three cupcakes!

Herman Hesse believed in the power of psychological faces. The faces you make which may or may not resemble the physicality of the people in your life, the faces in your mind, the gods in your heart. But nonetheless they are there. You, your mother, your lover, your god.
I drew a picture recently, folded it up, and placed it reverently into a coffin beside what was left of a family member who had always encouraged my art.
I need to get back to making art at every waking hour, even when I'm not necessarily supposed to. Its a good habit. And I have so much to do. Even if I were granted two days for every one I had left on this Earth, I would not have enough time to accomplish all that I want. Its time to fill every waking hour.

(secret admission: I now have two Desperate Housewives icons. Don't tell anyone.)

Advantages of being of a Hellenic faith:
• no one kills in the name of our gods (anymore).
• followers are by and large literate, and can interpret and quote texts with sensitivity and judgement.
• consensual love is a form of worship and not shameful.
• Clash of the Titans is SOOOO much cooler than The Passion. And you can watch it on holidays with the kids!

"Sodomitical"

yeeah.

Just did some housekeeping of my friends list. If you read my journal even though you haven't updated yours in more than a year, let me know, I'll add you back!

Sad to have just seen one of my favourite illustrator friends of the past seems to have disappeared somewhere in Wales. I hope she went off to the goblin kingdom to become some kind of duchess.

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In other news, I was in a car accident on Labor Day! No one was harmed, only cars. Very strange experience - be careful around small towns you don't know well!

Off to the city today for English tutoring. Fyodor and I are considering the possibilities of Russia, since jobs in the CZ seem to be dying down for the year. But who knows, right? Fingers crossed.

Writing thank you cards, and remembering how wonderful the wedding and reception was. I miss my global friends so much. It was magical to have them here, from London, from Australia. To have some real kindred spirits around for once.
There are some times where it just works. Magically, a group of people from Italy, Singapore, Finland, and London all come together in Prague to do art together. At the end of that fortnight I couldn't even imagine what life was like before it, or what it would be like without those people. The thought seemed ridiculous.
And in Sweden, the entirety of the Endless congregating. Our costumes were a good metaphor for the momentous collection of oddities.

With all the people I know, I should be acquainted with someone capable of furnishing us with an international artist commune in the form of a Victorian mansion, right? Right?? Come on, people!

Love and well-wishes, etc. Will be off riding horses, pretending I'm Ludwig II, and looking for hippies.

Honestly now.. Which New York City based croquet club would you rather play with?


NYC Croquet?


Or Hellfire Mallets Club?

Suitable though their whites may be, WE have ladies with bustles! Bustles V. Muscles! Join the dark side!

I helped my family move on my very first birthday. I'm sure it was too early for me to realize the gravity of the situation (both my birthday and moving). Since then, I have never stayed at the same school for more than three years, never in the same state more than 6. Though I can remember falling deeply in love with places rather than people, I have always had to say goodbye to them. The historical estate I would sneak into across the street. The peach trees in America's South. The garden and the sapling my father planted. He told me then - When you're grown up, you'll climb this tree onto our deck. It never happened, of course - we had to move.
When it came time to leave for college, I went to the university furthest away from my home, across the sea, on a different continent. I said goodbye to the USA and hello to an entirely different culture, though deceptively similar in language. There, I never stayed in the same place for more than 1 year. How I wanted, desperately, to stay, but fate threw another goodbye in my path and now I am back in a new town.
Wanderlust has marked my adventures, and I think it is the best way for me. Thanks to modern technology, I can keep in touch with chumrades across the globe, but do not be fooled - it does not lessen the pain of saying goodbye. That's something I must remind myself of every time.
"Don't worry," I said to London, "I will be back." but it's not true. When I go back, it will not be the same Me. Nor the same London.
I hold all these places, and the people they have brought, in my heart. Each place has molded me, aged me.
The South built me from Child to Being.
New York changed me from Pauper to Prince.
London turned me from Artist to Dinosaur.
What will Prague do? When I visited, I became infused with Love, as a poet might be, just by himself. I had to lay down on the pavement. But living is much different from visiting - it can be even better.

I hate saying goodbye - but I know it must be said. To stay for too long in any one place would make me suffer.

I am getting married so that no matter what happens, I will not have to say goodbye to Fyodor.

Hello hello hello hello.



Have a viking!

I might be getting a job working for the US government.

No, seriously.


Off to an interview today for volunteering to teach English in NYC. This will hinge on whether I have a job in the near future (as mentioned above) as right now I do not have the funds to go into the city for nothing.

All this in addition to planning Fun Times for 4 guests from overseas, two wedding celebrations, two wedding ceremonies, and I hope some kind of honeymoon.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to curl up with my 1960's Playboy and dream of simpler times. Is there anything better than 1960s Playboy? Probably not.

http://community.livejournal.com/baritaria/8088.html
Just a few days before the deadline for the Baritarian Fanart Contest! Please submit - I know you guys are amazing artists!!
You win doodles just for entering, for Pete's sake!
xxx

First the sad news... my computer still has not come, so not only will Bunbury not meet the Marquis of Queensberry 'til next week, but I may have to post ANOTHER page of filler on Baritarian Boy. Which would break my heart a little.

Now the good news...
Vampire Deluxe! got a pretty awesome review over at this very upstanding and classy literary blog!
The Black Letters
I've already composed the first page of Zombie Deluxe! in my head... heeeh.

And in other news... new thingummies!

Etsy Buy Handmade lawrencegullo

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Woops! Almost forgot your art! Here - have some superheros!



Its like a cross between Jem and steampunk? Sure, why not!

Prepare yourself for my very best Harold Lloyd impression.


Croquet anyone? After the success of Fyodor's Edwardian Picnic in Central Park, (attended by the likes of Mr. Burton, the Countess, Miss Montgomery, Miss Darcy, Kevin the Rice Queen, Mr. Spiro, Fyodor, and myself) we have decided to create a regular Edwardian-to-30s croquet club. The tourists seemed to enjoy it, and even the police stopped by to tip their hat and say 'good show!'

If you're looking for a club with a genuine prohibition atmosphere and the best jazz band this side of the 20th century, I highly recommend attending Wit's End on the Bowery. On July 25th I'll be doing portraits as well (if I find time inbetween swilling cocktails and doing the Charleston).

Just to remind everyone, there is a Fanart Contest going on at Baritarian Boy, and you win some request art just for entering!!!

Also - if you are in the NYC area, I will be doing portraits at the Dances of Vice Anniversary Party. I have a suspicion it will be dark and crowded, but I can't resist the opportunity to draw time travelers! Never could!

xxx etc
Freddy "He's a Riot" Flowerdew

Poll #1430019
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Who's coming to visit?

A write-in option would play merry havoc with my concept, but I'm so gosh darn curious as to what people would write... maybe for the special 10th issue anniversary

OK.. if you were to attend a workshop given by me, what would you want it to be on?

Puppetry? Drawing? Comics? Animation? Fashion Illustration? Governing a small Principality?

I have a few ideas, but not sure what would be most desired. And the opportunity is there! So help would be appreciated!

xx
thanks!

I got a little shoutout by the brilliant creator Boy Blue Productions Kenan, who did a great roundup of some interesting artists at MoCCA.

"vampire deluxe is a witty, sexy, and stylishly illustrated treat; a decadent comics confection. my only complaint is that it isn’t longer."

Sweet.
I'm well chuffed my comic is described as "sexy"!

So the news is that I have roughly 3 comics left of this first printing. Thank you so much to all who purchased, an I hope you enjoyed the comic! I'm at this moment trying to get a store or two to carry a bundle so I can print off some more.

I have set aside two for Mikal and Silver, who expressed interest in it but haven't paid (totally cool - I will hold them for ya since you both are neat)

Has anyone else either paid and not gotten their comic, or wanted one and haven't been able to pay yet? If not.. who wants these last three?

love, bites, and fetid corpse freshness.

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Who's it going to be?

I got inspired.



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Who's it going to be?

Jack the Ripper's good looks are based on Ray Frensham, the whores are inspired by the epoque charm (see what I did there?) of my favourite Swedes Lina and Lisis!