I need to do a FUCK line item here.
This will be my fucking 9th Burn and my 7th (since Dec "00) year of the Pottie Project. I am the shit queen of Burningman, and there is nothing I'd rather do.
(And since I write better while intoxicate, so be it, mutherfuckers.)
Here's the status of the Pottie Project:
I am this >< close to upgrading my computer so I can move forward with printing the Pottie Signs. 60 pages, copied into 1000 total. Then collate and attach to visquine, which I'm cutting.
I'm pretty tickled about this. I love this time of year.
I've been striping/stripping visquine for the signs. I have 220 rectangles cut so far. I need 1000+ to meet demand. I'm watching silly movies while cutting and sorting.
I just washed/dried 20 yards 45" unbleached musling to make the scarves, and printed a 85 point stencil of "THANK YOU FOR GIVING A SHIT" to be xfered to card-stock to make ~20 t-shirts spray painted.
Old DPW tradition,
I recently fucked up the index finger of my primary hand (right) due to a cat bite. I'm staring down the barrel of permanent nerve damage, but hope for the best. I'm taking picnogynol. I don't have a right hand grip anymore. I'm rehabiliitating myself to the rest of my hand. And grew a fingernail on it so I can at least use it as a tool.
I'm sorry. I'm whining.
I can hold a megaphone though, and a steering wheel.
It really sucks when it's a struggle to write. But then, it's all in perspective.
I love you Fishy.
This IS the fucking Hokey Pokey.
This is what "it's all about".
I love you all,
Sometimes I just tickle myself.
12 years of doing the porta-potties wrong.