Overcast With A Chance Of DOOM!

I’ve posted all the photos of Doomie in Austin: HERE!

I have just finished uploading the photos from Doomie’s trip to New Orleans and linking to locations, stories, and maps.
Go here to see them! and let me know if you find any broken links.

I will be in New Orleans this week, taking a break from taking a break. I plan on walking around, taking reference photos, jotting down ideas for Writhe & Shine,  hanging out with old friends, and hopefully making some new ones! I’d love to meet you and so would Writhe, Shine, and Doomie!

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Click on this image to see the photos of Doomie meeting a bunch of crazy people at the MadMax Party!

Yesterday I received a note in my mailbox that a registered package would be waiting for me at the post office this morning. I was so excited that I ran outside and started looking for the postman! Unfortunately, he had been gone for 2 hours. I had to wait.

What could it be?

I’m waiting on some new T-shirts and a batch of stickers for Emerald City Comic Con, but I’m also hoping to receive the Writhe doll from South Africa and the Shine doll from somewhere in Ohio. Which one of those four packages could it be???

I doubt it’s the stickers. I haven’t even paid for them yet. It’s probably not the T-shirts. The printer would have told me that they shipped them. It has to be one of the dolls. I hope it’s one of the dolls.

I’ve been waiting to hear from them for so long. Writhe was in South Africa for a number of weeks and had a bunch of great pictures taken of him with his new friends. It had been a long time since the Host had said she sent him off and it does take a long time for packages to make it across the seas. It could be Shine. His trip has been kind of rocky. His photos from New Zealand are in Limbo and there has been nothing but bad news since he got back to the States. I think he may have turned into a Bad Luck Charm. Hopefully, I can get him back and take him to New Orleans with me to get him cleansed by a witch.

I hope it’s Writhe.

I hope it’s Shine.

I hope it’s Writhe.

I hope it’s Shine.

I want to stop worry about them. I want everything to be OK and have them back so that I can start the project over again. I don’t want them to be lost or stolen or kidnapped. I am amazed at how trusting I was to have these dolls sent to complete strangers. I put faith in humanity and especially in people in the goth scene.

I think I’ve always been unquestioning about goths. I’ve always viewed the people scene, the people wearing black with the crazy hair and the tattoos and the piercings, as some sort of loose knit brotherhood. If I pass by someone on the street that looks like they go out to the goth club on occasion, I feel that I can trust that they are a decent, above-average-intelligence person who will do the right thing, have common sense, and not be a complete dick. I immediately put them on the same level as I put myself and consider them part of my Pack. I’m not saying that I am willing to go as far as hand them cash, give them my password, or let them search through my pockets. But I have, at various times, offered my couch to one I didn’t know, offered myself as a reference to help them get a job, and even let them take me down dark alleys in foreign cities to meet their friends.

And I’m still here. Yes, some people in the scene are douchebags. Yes, there are certifiably crazy people and drug users and sexual deviants. There are gosspiers and lecherous old men. There are alcoholics and burnouts. There are liars, cheaters, swindlers, and religious nuts who have all decided to become part of the goth scene. But you know what? They’re all part of the pack and I would much rather call them part of my pack than most of the other people on this planet.

When I sent these dolls out into the world, I only had hopes that my trust was not completely trounced upon.

This morning I jogged to the post office in the rain. I presented the note and my ID and was handed a bubbled mailer.

It was from South Africa.

Writhe had completed his jouney.

I never had any doubt on this one.

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C’mon, Shine. Don’t disappoint me. You can make it back home.