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I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.

1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed. Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes. Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul

11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.

21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter

31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.

41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations. My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.

51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.

61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?

71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives. They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered. The End.

Current Mood: cranky
Current Location: the house
Current Music: Jeff Lynne's ELO - All My Life

We went to EC Tattoo at the corner of Midway and Rosecrans. This is where the Mother Unit got her wolf, and she had already told Eric they'd be back with her daughter to get a tat for her birthday the next day. He had to shrink my picture down in order for it to fit on my foot, and I also asked him to change the pink hues to green. Yeah. If pink ever ends up being permanently attached to me in any way, shape, or form, I'll just have to steal and army tank and drive into the condom-infested ocean to end it, then and there.

Eric's translation of the image into what he would be putting on my foot was nothing short of spectacular. I even love the placement of it, where the tail seems to be curving around my ankle bone. It took him a little over two hours, but it was well worth the time!

( Reptile! )

There were a few instances during the tattooing, I thought I was gonna pass out from holding my breath. I had always heard that foot tattoos were exceedingly painful, so I was as prepared as I could be. Eric's music helped a great deal. He had a Spotify mix inhabiting every atom in the shop, serving up an eclectic collection of Rap, Hip Hop, Funk, Pop, R & B, and Soul. Music always makes things better, unless it's Justin Bieber... About halfway through the inking, Eric sprayed something cool on my foot and began to rub it in. Then he began inking again. This time, though, I didn't feel anything. Anything. I figured I'd either achieved a Zen state from the first 45 minutes or so, and was now channeling the Tattoo Buddha, or I had had a stroke. It was neither. That spray Eric had used could probably be used to help women, or Brian Quinn, in labour!

Here's a picture of the tat without my fish-white foot and rotated for a better look.
( skin ink )

Why did I want a lizard? Not for the reason some might think. My first experience with a wild animal was with a garter snake at the age of five. I was walking in the woods next to our house with the Mother Unit, when we came upon a green garter snake. It was young, around a foot long. Mama picked it up and let me hold it for a few minutes before we placed it back down and carried on. I fell in love with the feel of cool, soft, reptilian skin on that day. That experience was what set me on the road to respecting, honouring, and adoring the natural world around us. As I got older, I began to feel a particular kinship to reptiles, because of their typical relationship with humans. They are unfairly judged as ugly, dangerous, slimy and, in some cases like the story of Genesis, downright demonic. Given my lifetime experience with humans, I've often felt like I was playing the role of the reptile - outcast and misunderstood, based mainly on my appearance. When I decided on getting five tattoos in 2000, I was determined to make the lizard on the foot happen as soon as I could.

Matt didn't get his tat yesterday, because he didn't have the image he was keen on getting. I helped him this morning collect a variety of African Greys in different shades and position for Eric to reference in creating the image Matt wants. He went over to EC Tattoos about an hour ago. As for me, I have to go to the dentist at 3 o'clock, wearing the Mother Unit's pink bedslippers, since I was instructed not to wear shoes for at least five days. It's kind of ironic that the only shoes I can safely wear are the colour to which I strongly objected in the original lizard image.

So yeah, the 47th birthday was full of surprises and an overall atmosphere of camaraderie I would never have expected in a million years. At the end of the day, I hugged both Mama and Matt, and thanked them for the good company, good food, and awesome gifts.

I also spent the rest of my night thanking everyone online who had sent me birthday wishes. Sometimes acknowledgement is the only thing a person needs to feel good. Everyone made me feel like a ridiculously special person yesterday and, for that, I'm grateful beyond my capacity to accurately verbalise.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: Home
Current Music: Madonna - Frozen

When I was a kid, when my birthday rolled around, I was usually thrown a party with all adults, 'cos that's kind of what happens when you're an unpopular only child. But I loved them all the same, and was always thrilled and grateful for any presents. I was pretty low maintenance. When the family would ask me what I wanted for my birthday, as I got older, the answer was usually music, first in the forms of 45s and 33.3 RPMs, then later in CD format. But I was never one to really expect anything.

So yesterday happened. It got to a kind of shitty start with a visit to the doctor to find out I have some sort of mystery mass on my liver, and more tests need to be taken to discern if it's a danger. After that, though, the Mother Unit and Matt went into full-on "Let's surprise the flying fuck out of Tin for her birthday!" mode.

We got home from the doctor, and Matt came from upstairs to meet us, carrying a box wrapped in tinfoil. When I opened it, this was inside.

( imagery, and more imagery! )

So I got a lot of learnin' to do, Lucy!

It wasn't over yet, though. They then took me to D.Z. Akin's so I could wallow around in the best omelette I've ever eaten - a three-egg lox and cream cheese omelette, with extra cream cheese. Holy fuck, that is so good! Of course, I couldn't eat all of it then. I still have about half of it, so it should all be gone by tonight. Seriously, if you ever get a chance to have a lox and cream cheese omelette, don't pass it up. It could be a mortal sin.

A couple of hours later, we got back to the house and I figured the rest of the day would be pretty mellow. I reached out to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, and began to play around with an upcoming scene from the Work In Progress.

I was wrong.

Matt informed me that they were going out again in an hour or so, as he was going to get his tattoo. He and the Mother Unit insisted I go along, because I was going to get a tattoo as well. What? The Mother Unit had gone the day before and gotten a howling wolf tat on her shoulder (pictures will be forthcoming, when she'll let me take one and share it). They knew about my Living Tree idea, and that I wanted a lizard on one foot and an Ankh on the other, for a final total of five tattoos. I decided to go with the lizard on my right foot, and began hunting for pictures to give the artist an idea of what I wanted. This was the lizard I decided on.

( David Icke's worst nightmare )

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: Home
Current Music: Imagine Dragons - Monster

If you get the Stones reference, good on you, mate.

Right now I have two tattoos. I want a total of five before I'm finished. The first tat is of a red & black Triskele, which is a Welsh symbol. The colours I chose to honour someone who doesn't even exists, but who nevertheless helped me from a wholly drowntrodden life.

The second is of the Shriekback symbol. I'm a firm disbeliever in band logos for body art, they just seem so ridiculous; however, this symbol has several meanings. First off, of course, it's the Shriek symbol. Secondly, it was designed to represent the unending loop of energy. This tied into their song "Everything that Rises Must Converge." Another reason is that it's not something people see regularly, especially around here. This allows me to educate a little bit. I later found out that the inner core of the band and their coterie of fans all possessed the tattoo somewhere on their bodies.

The other tattoos are one of Nathor, the Bird Goddess on my breast bone. The other two are also hand tattoos, both being of trees. One tree will sport a leaf for each good thing, a thorn for each negative one. The other tree will appear to be dead, but have one red or blue blooming red rose that will cover the tip of my middle finger. The only person who will know what this means will be mean. Suffice to say, it will represent the most important moment of my entire life.

I'm trying to stay on the positive side of things, instead of being perpetually morbid about everything. It's hard to do, when your greatest hope is that the Mayans ended their calendar for some fantastical upheaval that will render humanity extinct. There are only a handful of things that make me second guess my greatest wish. They are:

I want to see the entire Hobbit film

Shriekback and Jeff Lynne are both coming out with new music in 2013

I want to engage in a major travel undertaking come Spring, when I can drive again

I want to see my third book published.

I'm sure there are more things on this list, but it's late and I'm not thinking straight.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: home
Current Music: Jeff Lynne - Let It Rock

Random pictures recently taken.

( Toby, Chester, Smidgen, Geico, and the Tat )

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: home
Current Music: CCR - Run through the Jungle

I want more tattoos, but not the ones I originally planned. I'm really getting into the hand tattoos since the Everything that Rises Must Converge tattoo turned out so well. What I really want now are what I call Leaf Trees inked onto the insides of my hands, displaying both leaves and thorns that will represent people and events in my life. Only I will know what the leaves and thorns actually mean. The trees will begin at the heel of my hand and there will be a gnarled branch that snakes up each finger and thumb. Leaves and thorns will be added, and more will be added as life goes on, requiring more indicators of souls and moments that help define who I am. The branches will be black, the thorns, red, and the leaves blue and green. I drew a sketch of what I have in mind. Of course, it will be a lot prettier and delicate, being a work of art on the part of the tattoo artist. I'd love for Sean to do this. I think it'd be right up his alley and I have faith that he'd create exactly what I have in mind for the Leaf Trees. Here's the sketch I drew of what I want on both hands.

If I have any extra money left from my second retroactive cheque, I'm getting this done on both hands as soon as humanly possible. There's a deep psychic need for me to have this done..

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: home
Current Music: Battlestar Galactica ~ Razor

Today was our trip to Asheville. Aunt Tudi, Steph, and I hit the road a little late this morning, but still in enough time to make it to Liquid Dragon by the time they opened at Noon. The artist on duty today was Sean, and he was perfect for a number of reasons. First off, I'd noticed on the site that he leaned toward green hues in his art, and the tat I wanted is primarily green. Second, he turned out to be a Pagan, a follower of The Green Man. Third, he wasn't much younger than I, so we grokked on that level. He came out about the Paganism almost instantly because he noticed my Triskele tattoo, pendant, and ring. He asked me if I were Irish and I told him I was actually Welsh and Scottish primarily. We flew from there. We hit it off so well that, before he started on Steph's tattoo, he called me to the back to show me a piece of art he's currently working on, which is a rendering of Lugh, the Celtic sun god. It was astoundingly lovely.

It took about thirty-five minutes for Sean to ink me and we chattered like two auctioneers the entire time, mainly about the religious hypocrisy of people in the Upstate and the financial hypocrisy of people in Asheville. He had some intricate work to do on me, especially with where I wanted the tattoo, so I'm sure I tried his patience right from the get-go, and I was his first customer for the day. At least he got some good conversation out of it, besides the payment for the tattoo. Because of where I wanted the symbol and the size it was, there were some alterations that had to be made to the thickness of the perpetual motion zig-zag so that, when the inevitable bleed occurs, the symbol doesn't become this unintelligible blob. Sean had to take a little bit of artistic license in order to generate the needed changes. I will also need to go back for a couple of wee touch-ups, once the ink settles down. Once that's done, I'll take a picture of the truly finished product.

All that said, here's the Everything that Rises Must Converge logo, in a good Shriek-y reptilian green.

( taking the bandage from the eye )

Steph got a tattoo of her dad's name on her left leg with an accompanying cross. She seemed really happy with it. I don't want to say much about it, 'cos I think she's wanting to keep it on the down low until the right moment. Once I get permission, I'll take a picture and post it.

That mission was accomplished, but the remainder of the mission will have to wait for another day. After we visited a couple of shops on Lexington, Aunt Tudi's heart couldn't take anymore walking up hill (and my knees weren't very happy with me at all), so we stopped short of anything else, got in the car and left downtown. Stephanie had to be home by a certain time, so I didn't have time to visit the Gnomon and hopefully meet the creator of the garden, whom I think I went to middle school with. I won't know for certain until I'm face to face with him. I also did not get a chance to talk to the manager at Malaprops. I'm hoping for a better chance when we return home in the very near future.

I found a DVD about Asheville for Aunt Tudi for super cheap, and she was able to bring part of our home back down here to the Armpit of Hell. She's watching it as I write this. At almost the exact time I found the DVD, she found the Ultimate Fridge Magnet for me. It's white and red writing on a pitch background, and it says "I hate everyone. Please make note of it." That pretty much says it all. Aunt Tudi wrote my name in silver marker at the bottom of the magnet, like the declarative statement was signed by me. And it may as well have been.

We've already decided to go back as soon as we can. We hadn't been home in almost two years. In just those two years, so much has changed. I don't want us to encounter so much change after expecting things to be a certain way (like our favourite restaurant being gone!). One thing that hasn't changed, though, is the Ashevillian sense of outspokenness and irreverence. To best communicate this, I present the following photie.

( the bumper sticker car )

When we got in, we only had one message, from UPS in the UK. The lady needed some information about whether not the items in Barry's package had been owned by anyone else, and if the shipment was a gift or something else. She left the phone number to call as well as her email address. I'll be emailing her with the information she needs here in a little while. Hopefully my being gone won't postpone B's receipt of the box on Tuesday. I'm going to ask her that specifically in the email I send her.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: home
Current Music: The Four Seasons - "December 1963 (Oh What a Night)

Thanks to everyone who commented on my post about not belonging. I actually meant to turn off comments, but forgot like an idjit. I figured I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. And, really, I don't. The only thing I have to say about the situation is that I left the group last night. I'll just go along my merry way, alone. The whole thing is kind of making me a laugh a little, because I do feel a bit like a pariah, so I understand how Cadmus is as much a part of me as he is his anchor, Barry. I've placed my unbelonging on this hapless character, and made him vicious and malignant partially as a result.

I'm watching the fourth season of LOST off and on today, in between getting ready for major errands tomorrow. One of the things I'm planning on doing today is waxing my eyebrows. That is a Major Task, especially since I've let them go for so long. I'm about to become Unibrow, which is unacceptable. Why my mother had to give me her Sasquatch gene is beyond me.

Oh, and I'm so excited. I'm getting my hair trimmed for the first time in over two years tomorrow! I'm gonna get all the split ends taken off and have my hair shaped to accommodate my super long bangs, in an effort to get it all the same length eventually. I'll take pictures for posterity's sake once the deed is done. And, on Friday, I'm heading to Asheville, to the Gnomen Garden to see if the Christopher Mello who created this garden is my Chris from middle school. After that, Steph and I are off to get our long-intended tattoos. She's getting one to honour her father, and I'm getting one of this:

It's gonna be on my left hand, and it's gonna cause a stir because of the cross. People will wonder if it's upside-down, if I've finally converted to xtianity like most of my friends have, what does the crazy zig-zag ending in an arrow mean? They can wonder all they want. All that's important is that this symbol remain close to me no matter where I am, how old I grow, or what the Universe has in store for me. I could lose all my music and files the day after I get the tat, and there would still be a sense of permanence to the greatest inspiration I have ever encountered. When I am writing, I can glance down at my typing hands and see the symbol, and know that I am on the right track. That's all that matters to me. So I am going to do it while I have the chance.

I'm off to get a different box for Barry's stuff. The box I have is way too big and I know I'll be charged for dimension as well as weight, so I'm trying to be as economical as I possibly can. I wrote a letter to accompany the stuff, and I was hoping to get some feedback in a private forum, but that didn't work out like I had planned, so poop. I'm hoping the letter is okay and that it'll bring a grin to that Vampiric face of his.

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: home
Current Music: Massive Attack - Smalltime Shot Away

Aunt Tudi and I went out to pay bills today. While we were out, we stopped by the local Circle K to get gas and a 99-cent slush (they're on sale right now!). Now this Circle K is less than two miles from the house. Beside the Circle K is a strip mall. Imagine my surprise when I saw the new business in the strip mall - a tattoo parlour called Lady Liberty Tattoo!

Tattoo parlours were against the law in most of South Carolina, save for the Charleston and Myrtle Beach areas, because they're tourist traps and SC lawmakers can overlook their moratoriums on what they deem unseemly activity, if they can make a quick buck. When body art started becoming a sensation, and the powers that be witnessed people crossing the border in droves to go to places like Asheville to get their tattoos, myself included, the law against tattooing was brought into question. Eventually, sometime in the first decade of the 21st Century, the law was repealed and tattoo parlours were allowed to set up shop.

I started seeing tattoo parlours pop up in various areas in Greenville and Spartanburg, but never thought I'd ever see one in Duncan of all places. This village is a tad too staid for such inking shenanigans, or so I thought. I was very pleasantly mistaken this morning, and it almost made me run off the road in shock.

When I'm ready to get the other tats I want, though, I will still go to Asheville to get them. It's something of a pilgrimage for me, and I don't see having a spiritual inking experience in South Carolina. I despise this state so much, I can't get around my feelings in order to get inked here. I hope Lady Liberty Tattoo does well and spreads body art beauty all over Duncan, but I'm afraid I can't be one of their customers.

Current Mood: impressed
Current Location: home
Current Music: Various Artists - Light Blood, Gallop Polka, Op.139

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A Rare Survey Sighting!
47, Part 2
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Tattoo You
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Leaf Tree Tattoos
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