Saturday, February 17, 2007

Eyes Without a Face

I did a bad thing tonight. I read over a few of my posts from the last week. I know better than to do that. It's like looking down at my thighs when I'm running for the first time after a hiatus. It's too much. It makes one want to stop running and writing altogether. Just in case you were wondering, yes, I do own a thesaurus, I actually know how to spell, and at one point in my life, I at least knew some basic grammatical rules. In my defense, I have to choose between sleeping and a well crafted blog post, and I don't want to make my daughters' lives any harder than they already are. So, all I can say is, I'm sorry, but you can expect more of the same in the future.

Tonight, though? Tonight, I will give you a break. I haven't done one of these in a while, and with Stinky around, the material is piling up. So, in the interest of purging, I'm doing another "More of Stinky's Self-Portraits" posts.

These first few are more typical of a thirteen year old girl.

These last three are kind of creepy in that dark, purposely over-exposed, noirish way.



Killer said...

It seems like Stinky has a future in film making.

Remiman said...

I know you are smart and literate.
Perfection is for the afterlife. Here and now...let's just enjoy each other.

Mr Atrocity said...

Fear not about writing under the influence of extreme tiredness; I seem to be doing it as routine at the moment. I like the unfiltered access to the mind of the writer, it has a directness and freshness that a carefully turned piece of prose never has.

You should persuade Stinky to go and photograph other people, she has an eye for it.

booda baby said...

Don't you love seeing what a beautiful character your kid's turning into/is? Yay yay and more yay. I think I'd be very sad to see my child look ... well behaved.

She's sooooo glamorous in black and white.

Churlita said...


I don't think she'll be working for Disney ever, though.


Amen. Yeah, I don't have time to do it perfectly, so I better just relax and accept my half-assedness.

Mr Atrocity,

Yes, but you don't seem to screw your posts up grammatically the way I do.

Maybe she'll outgrow it, but Stinky doesn't seem to be interested in photographing anyone else but herself. Luckily, thirteen only lasts one year.

Booda Baby,

I don't think anyone will go around calling Stinky "well behaved looking". Even when she was a child, half of her photos were of her making goofy faces.

Thanks. I think most people look glamorous in black and white.

dmarks said...

I am not very happy with this blog post, for the sole reason that I am succeptible to earworms. Now I have that old Billy Idol song from the post title in my head and I can't get it out at all.

"...hanging out by the state line, turning holy water into wine..."

Churlita said...


I'm sorry. I will warn you right now, though that I'm really good at putting bad songs into people's heads. Everybody has a special gift and that's mine. Why couldn't mine have been math?

dmarks said...

Thank you so so much. I'm still "hanging out by the state line turning holy water into wine". It's a nice day for a white wedding, isn't it?

Churlita said...


I know your're trying to get back at me by putting the same song in my head, but it isn't working...Yet.