Could ignorance be bliss?

Today my boss tries to look up her dentist in the yellow pages, and ends up in E for "Escorts" instead. "They can put this stuff in the phone book!?!" she exclaimed. "Isn'tit illegal?!?"

"Only if they offer sex." I replied.

"Well, what is this then? This one offers role play. What's that?"

All these images of being tied up with leather thongs came into my head. I sighed and said, "I don't know."

If she only knew that you can call one of those services outside of Disney, and order up Sleeping Beauty. Or Belle. I wish I didn't.

Happy St. BJ's Day!!!

For those of you who don't know, today was St. BJ's day, Feb. 12. St. BJ's is sort of the male version of St. Valentine's Day. Ladies, you can do this tomorrow still--St. BJ's isn't a well-publicized holiday yet. Here's what you do:

Put on your sexiest high heels and tight jeans or a pretty dress.
Make your guy a steak and potatoes meal (or his favorite meal), yes, while you wear high heels.
After dinner (and after, or possibly during) hockey, Olympics, basketball or whatever, get on your knees and give him a good, wet, cheek-enhollowing blowjob, until he comes.

Now, you may find this sexist, but St. BJ's day will definitely ensure a fantastic Valentine's Day. Believe me, you won't get dinner at a chain restaurant or heart-shaped sponges or a vaccuum cleaner after that.

sex on sight.

The first thing I do when my boyfriend comes over is kiss him, and drag him to the bedroom. Sometimes we're so excited about getting our jeans off, we forget to take our shoes off first.

I recommend this highly. One good reason to have sex with your guy when he first comes over, is that horny men can say and do stupid things. That's a real turn-off for me...

Another good reason is to let off some steam yourself. Are you really going to spend your entire time just thinking about getting into bed the whole time? Or worse, not thinking about that, and getting cranky because you are just so damn horny?

The best reason is this: Sex on sight is just so plain hot. You've been waiting for this for a while, just letting loose as soon as you see each other leads some real earth shaking.

Review of MySpace

The good thing about my space is that if you want to do more than blog, if you want to meet and network with people without reading random blog after random blog, you can do so. You can browse for "friends": people in whatever demographic/area/age etc. You can join blog groups and subscribe to blogs,without "blogrolling" etc.
You can look for people on blogger with the same interests as yourself by clicking on different words in your profile. However, I have never found anyone on blogger with the same interests as me listed--at least not in the same way.
I also like the counter on myspace: you can see how many people looked at your blog each day, week, etc. And other myspace members can subscribe to it.
Myspace also has craigslist style classifieds.
What I really don't like about it is that only myspace members can comment. It's common practice these days. They say its to control spam, I say its to get more members. Also, the thing is riddled with constant ads. I know I have one on my blog now, but its nothing compared to myspace. They flicker, too. It makes me want to have a "seizure" and "accidentally" destroy my computer.
Will I come back to love-suki? Maybe. The myspace people are kind of young, and don't all blog, and I don't get comments from non-myspacers, which is kinda annoying.

New Year, New Blog.

In the tradition of moving more than once a year, I've moved:

My URL:
http://www.myspace.com/happy_lucky_suki

My Blog URL:
http://blog.myspace.com/happy_lucky_suki

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

Growing Up Crazy.

Remember when you were a child or teenager, and you thought that all adults were out of their minds? I mean, there's the smoochie aunt or the drunk uncle or the mallrat mom and the golf-mad dad. The science fiction fan cousin who walked around with a propellor beanie? How about that wacky vegan who has to bring her own food everywhere, and make everyone feel bad about eating turkey on Thanksgiving?

Did you think they were all nuts? They were.

I am pretty sure now, that when one grows up, part of it is becoming completely crazy. I have refused to do it so far--I'm 34 now--but I don't think I'll be able to hold off for much longer. For a little while I thought I was going to be able to choose what kind of crazy I was--shall I be a voracious and compulsive shopper like my mom or a workaholic like my dad? Shall I be one of those crazy creative types--who is completely unstable and disagreeable, except for the fact that they write or paint sometimes.

The other day I was reading a great book called The Midnight Disease, which is about hypergraphia, and what it means to writer's block. (I've had writer's block for quite some time. I was never very prolific in the first place--not with what I consider "real writing" anyway. Real writing is novels, screenplays, short stories, articles, etc., anything that one would show an editor, anything one could sell.) Hypergraphia is a "mental illness" where one compulsively writes. Dostoevsky had it, and so did a number of other famous and prolific writers from around the world. And poets. It can be caused by epilepsy in the temporal lobe, or by manic-depression. The book was written by a woman who was in a mental institution, and surrounded by writers. She decided that one needs to be a little crazy to write. Duh.

I really don't think I have any choice in the kind of crazy I shall be. I shall be one of those cranky artists, I believe. The stereotypes are true--oversexed and drunk and lazy and agitated. Yeah, it sounds interesting and all, but it's not that fun. I really don't want my nuttiness to hurt other people, like mom's and dad's hurt me. But I don't think I really have much choice in the matter.

What kind of crazy will you be when you grow up? Comments welcome.

Reproducibility

My dad, an engineer, always got on my case about reproducibility and consistency in my art and writing when I was a kid. He would basically tell me that if I couldn't make work of the same quality and style over and over again that I was not a real artist and writer, my stuff would never be salable--I would never be paid for my work.
That is probably not a fair standard for a child or teen, who is exploring different media, learning how it all works, and making mistakes.
Having been in editorial, I have to say it is true in the adult world of writing and illustration. You basically have to be able to churn out the same good stuff in the same style over and over again--give them what they bought or thought they bought when they saw your samples.
I remember one day at Marvel we got in some pages from an artist, and the editor flipped out. He was pink with rage--which was very difficult as he was a dark Italian man--and on the phone immediately. "I paid you to draw like you!" he yelled, "and not practice being Steve Ditko ON MY TIME!" I looked at the art--it did look like Ditko had done it, and not like the rest of the book.
The same is true for editorial, of course. Readers come back to see the same thing all the time, and at the same intervals. I probably lost many readers when I was unable to write a daily blog anymore. And I probably lost even more when I switched from consistently writing about sex and love to other things. But what can I do? My work has always been a reflection of my feelings and my exploration of the world. I wonder how Charles Burns or Matt Groenig thinks about his work that makes him able to consistently churn out the same stuff?