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.
Funky.
9 comments:
It seems like Stinky has a future in film making.
Churlita,
I know you are smart and literate.
Perfection is for the afterlife. Here and now...let's just enjoy each other.
rel
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.
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.
Killer,
I don't think she'll be working for Disney ever, though.
Rel,
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.
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..."
DMarks,
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?
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?
DMarks,
I know your're trying to get back at me by putting the same song in my head, but it isn't working...Yet.
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