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        <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:06:34 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Spiders</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:42:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Blessed Odin in Valhalla, I hate spiders.<br /><br />I think it's an aversion most people share.  That, and snakes.  Humans don't like something they know will cause them grevious harm.  I saw one of the little bastards crawling around the corners of my bathroom tonight, and I thought to myself, "Damn, we have a lot of spiders in this house."  I like spiders because they kill everything else I hate, which is a lot, but I still don't like the ugly little bastards because, well, they're ugly.  And sometimes poisonous.  And ugly.  <br /><br />Speaking of Valhalla, I'm reminded of a bit from Neil Gaiman's "The Sandman" series (which, if you've never read it, means I don't like you).  Towards the very end, when the protagonist, The Sandman, Morpheus, is killed, a series of mourners from real life and mythology come to pay respects.  One of them is Bastet, the cat goddess of Egyptian mythology.  She is seen before the procession as a haggard old cat-woman, and though the meager prayers of the few who remember her name, is restored to her former feline glory, if only for a few moments.  It reminds me of a few lines I read in a story, which went along the lines of;  "Do you know how to kill a god?  You stop believing in him."  It's almost sad to think the wonder and fear of the old world is being systematically and methodically replaced by rational thought and the sciences.  I'm at odds with myself about that -  I love having things explained, though I equally love the mystery of the things we cannot comprehend.  I've heard once upon a time that humans have the need to put a meaning to things they cannot explain.  Death, ghosts, coincidence, happenstance, et cetera.  It helps us come to terms with the world around us;  put an order to the chaos that we cannot control.  While it grants us some sanity, there is still the desire to completely comprehend the actions that take place around us, though I wonder what life would be like with all the mystery and wonder taken out of it.  If you believe in the Christian God, should it not also be viable that Odin and Apollo are as real?  The workings of nature;  what of the stars, and the heavens?  Life and death itself?  Humans have been sentient of their existence for only a second on the cosmic radar and I often find myself musing of our place in the grand scheme of things.  I'd almost like to think of ourselves as animals that have briefly fallen out of the natural balance, only to have woken up to realize that we are out of the natural balance, with half of us striving to reclaim that equilibrium, and the other half running away from it.  Neither path is wrong;  it's merely what we do.  DIg deeply, and ask yourself, where are you?<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>Apparently, I'm a mommy now.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:27:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Two weeks is a helluva hiatus to have here on DeviantArt:  over 70 new deviations to look at.  <br /><br />Well, for those of you wondering, mommy's little monster is here, and that's what's kept me away.  His coming was relatively easy, and for that I'm thankful.  I got induced at about noon on the 20th, after my OB decided I was having enough contractions to make it worthwhile.  She also said something about the baby's heartbeat, but the little bastard turned out fine.  I've never watched so much Law & Order in my whole life...  I tried going au naturale, but it got to be too much for me in the end, and I opted for the epidural.  It was the single strangest sensation I've ever had in my whole life.  My lower left side was completely numb, but the right half was only halfway there, so I could still feel the contractions coming on, and I could flop my leg around a little.  Munchkin slid right on out, too;  I hear "push push push push oh look I can see the top of his head" straight to "push push push push hey Erin look up here he is."  His grand entrance was made at 11:45 pm, with 15 minutes to spare to still make it on my sister's birthday.  Bitch better be happy, that's the single most expensive birthday present I'm EVER gonna get for her.  <br /><br />Parenthood is something my husband and I are both getting used to.  It's definitely a huge upheval.  Things have been going well so far, and I hope I'll be able to learn how to juggle work and family life well.  I don't want to go back to work at all, but I can't afford to stay home longer than a month, so I'll have to go back one way or the other.  I think I'll be one of those sappy bitches that sniffles and sheds a few tears the first day I leave him with the daycare lady.<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>For my tattooist buddies...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:54:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Any one of you have Pulse's RCA jack decks installed on your machines?  I just ordered a few in, and for the life of me, I can't get 'em to work.  I'm fairly certain it's because my machines hate me and I'm an idiot, but instead of getting the RCA cable from Pulse, I picked up a bomb-ass Monster cable (cuz my hubby works at Guitar Center and I got it cheap), so I don't know if that would have something to do with it.  <br /><br />Hints?  Help?  I'm a bit lost.  Never been great tuning my machines and tinkering with electronics (or any other machinery). <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/c/confuse.gif" width="18" height="15" alt=":confused:" title="Confused" /><br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>Wing Dang Doodle</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 21:26:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ After putting it off for more than a year, I finally bit the bullet and bought a laptop.  Brand new MacBook, and it's a pretty sweet writeoff.  I got a big scare the other day after the old Gateway clunker at the shop refused to start up, so I figured I'd better get my own before it's too late.  All my good shit is on there; Photoshop and all my reference pics.  Yays for the Mac!  I highly recommend one to anybody.<br /><br />Although, it's not like I really had money to get one... sure, it's on my credit card, but I wanted that to be paid off by the end of summer, before the baby comes.  Ah, well, whaddaya do?<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>It's a boy!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:31:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My lil' fetus has a lil' hot dog.<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>Warm-ish</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 14:53:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ At least it's a little warmer out now.  Having such a long, chilly spring makes me wonder how the summer will turn out.  I'm excited to have a grill on our back patio, as well as a house.  BBQ's and backyard games to ensue.<br /><br />Work's still been well, though I can't keep track of my money anymore.  I've got many things to square away at work before the baby comes and I'm starting to freak.  A few pictures are hiding on my camera that need to make their way up here, and eventually I'll get around to it.  Having a baby on the horizon, however, is forcing my creative juices to stagnate on the back burner.  Ah, well...<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>Snow!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 09:59:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And lots of it!<br /><br />We've got a BLIZZARD WARNING today!  Yippie!  Hooray!  <br /><br />I love any excuse to go home early.<br /><br />South Dakota in March/early April is always a trip.  I love it here.<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>Presents?!  I LOVE presents!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 10:29:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ang, you're a lemon-flavored lollipop in a buffet of soupy diarrhea.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <a href="http://angculture.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/angculture.jpg?2" alt=":iconangculture:" title="angculture"/></a> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br />Yet again, she's made my day by sending me a care package of pregnancy books, stickers, and nametag stickers with such titles as "Queen of the Porcelain Throne" and "Tired".  Man, I should get pregnant more often.  I've had more people wish me well and give me cool shit than any other birthday party or Christmas get-together in my whole life.<br /><br />I've had a lot of female friends to fall back on lately, and I'm oh-so grateful.  I remember when my friend Amber got pregnant, I was nowhere in sight.  I'm inclined to believe it was more because she needed time and space to sort things out, but I still feel a little guilty for not talking to her until her son was 6 months old, and here she is walking me through my first pregnancy.  She's definitely looking for "parent" friends to do stuff with, and she knows damn well I'm going to be stuck in the same position she is, so more's the better.  <br /><br />It's like being invited over to the dark side.  Well... Not invited, so much, as suddenly, one day, you find that you're already THERE, with a room full of crazy parent ladies chortling quietly to themselves because they know exactly where you're headed.  <br /><br />Work-wise, I've fallen into the depths of hell.  I haven't been following up with any of my customers and getting any drawings done in my free time.  I suppose it'll be kind of like practice for when the baby's here, because I won't have time to do anything other than wipe its ass and feed it, let alone do my work or clean the house.  I've turned down several larger projects because I know I'll never get anywhere with them, my head's so damn foggy.  It's hard to cope with, since I'm the major breadwinner and I'm letting money basically slip through my fingers.<br /><br />I can't smoke like a chimney or drink myself halfway to oblivion to relieve my stress, either, so that only compounds the issue.  Damnation!<br /><br />---------------<br />When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over. ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh, my goodness....</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 11:17:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm freakin' pregnant.  <br /><br />We went to the clinic today to double check, and sure as shit, here we go.  It'll be our first, and I must say, I'm freakin' out a little here.  I'm sure my husband is too, so at least we're freaking out together.  He's excited, and so am I.<br /><br />'Tis a bit of a shocker, though.<br /><br />---------------<br />Buy local.  Buy American-made. ]]></description>
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                <title>Books</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 12:18:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One of the things I like best about DeviantArt is the super cool people that are on here.  My friend <a href="http://angculture.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/angculture.gif" alt=":iconangculture:" title="angculture"/></a> was kind enough to dig up an old Dr. Seuss book from a used bookstore and send it to me all the way from Nova Scotia.  I've got a little piece of my childhood back, all thanks to the kindness of a near stranger.  My heartfelt thanks go out to her, and perhaps I will be able to return the favor someday.  <br /><br />Go check out her gallery, too, there's a lot of fun, random stuff in there.  <br /><br />Thanks again, crazy lady!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br /><a href="http://angculture.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/angculture.gif" alt=":iconangculture:" title="angculture"/></a><br /><br />---------------<br />Buy local.  Buy American-made. ]]></description>
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                <title>muh</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 09:55:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not much of a painter yet, but boy, is it fun.<br /><br />---------------<br />Buy local.  Buy American-made. ]]></description>
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                <title>Rest.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 21:04:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I spent the last two days not leaving my house, the majority of which time was spent on the couch.  I wasn't terribly sick, per se, but I must have needed some rest because I didn't want to do anything.  At all.  Nothing is precisely what I did until a few hours ago, when I started drawing a few things.  <br /><br />I thought for sure after the holidays things would wind down and I could take a breather, and even though they have, I must have been more exhausted than I realized.  I don't like missing work unless I'm at death's door, but if I come down with a serious case of DILLIGAF I suppose there's nothing more to be done than stay home.  I'll be useless otherwise.  <br /><br />Having so much time to think has made me realize something I've been wrestling with the last few years -- growing up.  Getting older doesn't bother me one bit; it's natural, it happens, and you can't fight it.  Growing up, on the other hand, involves dealing with responsibilities.  Hard work, decision making, and humility in the face of success.  I don't want to do it, but it's high time I start staying home and working on my shit like I'm supposed to.  It'd be a lot easier if I had my office set up, but that's just an excuse not to grab the pencil and go.  An outcome of failure has been divined if I do otherwise.  I have a lot of people expecting a lot of shit out of me, and unless I put down the bottle I'll never get it done.  The bottle, the crochet hook, the DS and the Wii.  Not the paintbrush.  Oh, no, not the paintbrush.  Paintbrush can still make me money.  Heh.<br /><br />I've got a few things to upload that I'll hopefully get around to in the next few days.  It's going to be a busy weekend at work.<br /><br />---------------<br />Buy local.  Buy American-made. ]]></description>
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                <title>Elation!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 08:44:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!" /> BATTLESTAR GALACTICA SEASON 4.5 TONIGHT!!!!   WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!" /><br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /><br /><br />I am SUCH a nerd.  <br /><br />I think I'm going to name my dog acter Col. Tigh....<br /><br />---------------<br />Buy local.  Buy American-made. ]]></description>
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                <title>This is stupid.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 11:49:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Second day in a row I've done nothing at work.  While that frees time in my day to work on drawings and tidy my office, it's depressing to know this is the third day this month I've made absolutely no money at all. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/noes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":noes:" title="Noes!" /><br /><br />None.  Not one red fucking cent.  Bills are coming due, and soon, not to mention I need to squirrel away at least another $3000 to cover for my income taxes that are due in less than three months.<br /><br />'Dis PIZZIN me off!  I KNEW I should have brought my DS to work today.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rage.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":rage:" title="Rage" /><br /><br />---------------<br />Buy local.  Buy American-made. ]]></description>
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                <title>Quieter times.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:38:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Thank gods the holidays are over...  I know they're fun and all, and I love that time of year dearly, but jaysis it takes a lot outta ya.  Besides, I've missed eight days of work already, and that's not gonna help my pocketbook.  I don't get paid vacations anymore, and I need to catch up a little bit.<br /><br />I also need to clean out the office and start painting some more....  there's woefully little in my album.  I've got a few more pics to post up here as well, whenever I get my bitch ass around to it.<br /><br />Went and got myself married a few weeks ago, and life is awesome.  Now I need to suffer through the hassle of changing my name.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />  Not that changing my last name is a bad thing, it's just a pain in the ass to do it, because you need to change EVERYthing.  Cell phone, social security card, passport, utility bills, credit cards....  Bah!!  <br /><br />Everyone else had a good holiday, I assume?  Well, if you didn't, go fuck yourself.  You're a scrooge.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br /><br />---------------<br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Whistles the Wind</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 23:09:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Whistles the wind<br />Blowing my way<br />Sweepin' me back,<br />back here to stay<br /><br />Can winners be losers?<br />Runnin' the same track?<br />Some head for glory,<br />others we crash....<br /><br />Well, it breaks my heart<br />To see you this way<br />The beauty in life, <br />where's it gone?<br />And somebody told me<br />You were doin' okay<br />Somehow, I guess they were wrong"<br /><br /><br />My family is certainly going through a few changes.  Father recently started going to AA, and that's a huge thing for all of us.  He's always been a positive, giving, energetic person that somehow got caught up in ... well, life, I guess.  Things turned down a crap-ass road for him a few times and being away from his kids and the safety of a home brought him to an alcohol-ridden haven.  He's living with my fiancee and I for a while so he can get on his feet again.  My father's been a huge inspiration in my life, and to see him end up in such an awful place filled me with more sorrow and disappointment than I could ever express in words.  Being able to have him stay with us and help lift him up fills me with more joy than anything in the world.  He's never been prone to alcohol abuse before now, so it's important to all of us we help get him on a brighter path.<br /><br />How much I drink has also come in to question, at least to myself.  If there's one thing I've learned from my parents, it's what NOT to do, and I pray I have gained enough wisdom in my almost 30 years to avoid all the pitfalls they've dropped into.  I never want alcohol to be a problem.  It's fun shit, that's for sure, but I never want it to be a crutch, or an escape.  It messes with your sleep cycles and kicks the shit out of your liver after a while.  Alcohol has been a part of my life for a very long time, indeed, so I'd better have enough respect for this wonderful substance that I don't abuse the gifts my ancestors have given me.  It's there for the enjoyin', and that's where it better stay.<br /><br />So!  In the spirit of the season and wishing my father be in better spirits than he is, I want to get him a dog.  He adopted one a few years ago that was supposed to be my sister's, and I want to get him another one.  If there's one thing that'll make him come home and keep his shit in line, it'll be a little buddy.  I hope I have enough money to get him one.  There's still things that need to be squared away for my wedding and bills that need to be paid, but my gods, the look on his face if I get him this dog would be absolutely priceless.  I miss having a dog anyway, so it'll be just as awesome for me to have one around again.  <br /><br />On the subject of business, it's been awesome.  I thought for sure the shop would be much slower than it has been, but such is not the case.  I never imagined starting in a new tattoo business would stay so profitable.  Money's not the only thing driving me, but that's how I pay my rent, both at home and for my business.  I work with two great people!!  Winter's usually our slowest time, and while there has been a noticeable decline, we're still going stronger than many other places.  Gives me warm fuzzies.  All we need to do is keep this up for at least five more years.  I figure by that time I'll be sick of the assholes I work with, and either my wrist or shoulder will have given out by then.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />  I do indeed love what I do, and am glad I'm good at it.  I'm no Picasso, that's for sure, and I certainly don't have any formal artistic training.  I do, however, want to take care of the customers I have, and do the best job I know how to do.  I'm stickin' to simple shit for now, which is fine.  I don't have the attention span for 1/2 sleeves and backpieces, but if I can make someone's day by giving them their first tattoo and doing an awesome job, that's all I need.  I have the rest of my life to get good at whatever the hell I want to.<br /><br />Aaaaaaaaaaaaand.... I need more coffee.  Or Bailey's.  Probably both.  I'm feelin' pretty good right now.  <br /><br />I'M GETTING MARRIED IN TWO WEEKS!!<br /><br />That's awesome.   <br /><br />I'M awesome.  <br /><br />So is he, actually.<br /><br />On that note, everyone have a wonderful weekend.  <br /><br />BOOYAH!!<br /><br />Oh, PS, I bought a new camera.  Never recovered the one that was stolen, but fuck it.  It's still a tax writeoff.<br /><br />---------------<br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Thieves!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 17:31:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm of the mind to believe one of my customer's friends stole my digital camera yesterday.  Swiped it right off the bookshelf in my office, most probably when I was outside having a cigarette.  That's what I get for leavin' my shit laying around, but for fuck's sake, I just bought the godsdamned thing!!  Even though I still get to use the numbers for a tax writeoff at the end of the year, it doesn't make me feel much better.  I bought an extended warranty for the camera, but I'll bet all the rice wine in China it doesn't cover theft.<br /><br />Now I get to call the police and do all sorts of awesome paperwork.  Thank the gods I had enough sense to keep the receipts and warranty information for it, plus I've got a friend working at a pawn shop I can rely on to keep watch for it.  <br /><br />This pisses me off.<br /><br />I am livid.<br /><br />LIVID!<br /><br />Is there an emoticon for livid?  I'll love you forever if you find me one.<br /><br />EDIT:<br /><br />I DIDN'T WRITE DOWN THE GODSDAMNED SERIAL NUMBER FOR THE FUCKING CAMERA EITHER OMG WTF NOW I'LL NEVER GET IT BACK FUCK FUCK FUCK lol Shit, that sucks.  Now the pawn shops won't even know what to look for.  *cries*  Awwww man....<br /><br />---------------<br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Frozen god pee</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:59:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yep, it's freezing rain right now, and it was NEAT trying to get up my driveway this evening.<br /><br />For all the crazy weather South Dakota throws at me, I can't bear to leave.  Granted, most Canadians and anyone in Alaska (probably Russia too) can beat the pants off me in the "I own your ass" game of fucked-up weather, I like to say I survived 100 F degree heat with 70% humidity in the summer and -10 F and 35+ mph blizzards in the winter.<br /><br />I've been drinking a bit.<br /><br />My co-worker Dan decided it'd be a good idea tonight to load some Acid music type software stuff on his computer and record a commercial for one of the local stations we advertise on.   (jezus christ i can hardly type LMAO)  Its funny, at any rate.  A parody of the Dawson McAllestier (or however you spell that) program that (i'm assuming) is syndicated on radio.  Some talk show therapist type DJ taking calls from teens about their life problems.  <br /><br />Aw crap, now I've got the higgups.<br /><br />I should probably go now. EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE<br /><br />---------------<br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Camera</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 15:26:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *click*<br /><br />*click* *snap*  *click click*  *whirrrr*<br /><br />*beep beep*  <br /><br />*CLICK*<br /><br />Muthafuckin' YEAH, I finally bit the bullet and bought a spanky new camera yesterday.  It's a Sony Cybershot or some such nonsense, but it seems to do the job nicely.  Not too expensive, optical zoom, 8MP, close-ups look nice, pics turn out well in low light.  Perfect for tattoos.  Most of what I've uploaded lately has looked like crap thanks to the crap cameras I've been borrowing.  Be on the lookout for updates and re-loads.<br /><br />The forecast here calls for snow by Friday, and I'm beside myself with excitement and joy.  I need to buy a good snow shovel and some nice snow boots for shoveling the hugeass driveway I have now, but I'm still excited.  Maybe I will get my birthday wish!  snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow  C'mon, who's with me on this??<br /><br />I'm turning 29 this year.  I'm almost 30, man.  Surprisingly, it doesn't bother me at all.  I still act like I'm 12, but I don't overdraw my bank account and I'm all responsible 'n shit.  I fart in public.  How about you?<br /><br />I think I need to do two things:  <br /><br />re-read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and go through all my Calvin and Hobbes comics.  <br /><br />For like the nth time, of course.  I've read through both about eleventybillion times already, and they are major contributors to my style.  Unfortunately, I've almost forgotten my sense of humor.  That's bad.  My grammar has taken a shit, and now my linguistic, dry, and slapstick humors are ready to do the same.  I'm not talking a messy shit, either.  No specks or splatters or lingering farts that will remind you of what you once had.  Oh, no.  It's a clean, ghosty kind of shit that slips out of you and down the toilet without so much as a *splish*.  <br /><br />I'm still stoked about the rotary dial phone in my basement.<br /><br />Random, but necessary.<br /><br />Black Friday is nigh!!!<br /><br />---------------<br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Dead Winter</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 09:41:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 'Tis time for the annual slowdown, but my gods, I didn't think it would be this bad this soon.  My week looks like SHIT.  I've got hardly any good money-making appointments booked.  I'm sure that'll change by mid-week, but I'm crossing my fingers on that one.  I'm finishing up a few old projects and working on a few friends I'm giving a screaming deal to, so that limits my money-making time.  I need a lot of little shit to come through the door.  Lots of little girlies getting cutesy little thingies.  They make me lots of money.  <br /><br />Where are you, little girlies?!?!  Mama needs to hook up her internet service....  <br /><br />I am moved into my new house, and it is awesome.  Now comes the rearranging and putting away of things.  I need to go grocery shopping, too.  I've got a fridge full of beer and fried chicken, but shit else in the pantry.  BGAWK.<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Here we go!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 16:58:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Buying our house tomorrow.  Planning a wedding.  Avoiding work as much as possible, which is freeing me up for my personal life, but I'm definitely not making as much money.  It's the time of year for business to slow down, though, but I'm crossing my fingers that this winter doesn't suck balls.  <br /><br />I can't wait for the housewarming party. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)" />  Or the little room in the basement I get to call my own.  I have a great idea for a set of paintings, so I'm thinking I'll turn that into a winter project.  With any small amount of luck, I'll also be able to finish crocheting my ugly-ass blankie.<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>A place to call home...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:04:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ We're buying a house!  We're getting married on the winter solstice (finally)!  I've had a very hard time concentrating at work lately for all the other shit I've got going on in my personal life.  <br /><br />Things will soon be awesome, however, when I finally get out of that damned apartment and into the little room in the basement I can call my very own.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Shiver me timbers, 'n such.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 09:07:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today is international talk like a pirate day!  Get to it, folks.  Swab yonder poopdecks and grab the rum!<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>WHAAARRRGBL</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 08:55:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so bus-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy<br />oh, so busy-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy<br /><br />so busy and dizzy and HEY<br /><br />I'm trynna buy a house.  Buried under work.  Dancing in traffic.  Can't wait for Halloween.<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Voiceover Master Don LaFontaine has died.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 09:13:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sadness!  He was like, the best movie announcer guy ever.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  One of those strong, familiar voices that will never be matched.  Ah, well.  At least we got to see him on a cheesy Geico commercial before he passed away.  Cheers, fella.<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Again, my customers are awesome.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 16:25:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was being a smartass with one of my customers when she asked me how much her tattoo would cost.  Through email correspondence, I told her the price would be two chickens, a donkey, seven marbles and a silver thimble.  After finishing her tattoo today, what does she hand me?<br /><br />Two little toy chickens, a little toy donkey, and a baggie with seven marbles and a silver thimble.<br /><br />That's gotta be the best godsdamn tip I've gotten in a long time.<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>That was a dog?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 16:41:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The customer I tattooed today brought his great dane by a little later in the afternoon, and I could have sworn it was a horse.  I mean, I know danes are fucking huge dogs, but goddam.  Hehehehe.  It was sweet.  I miss our dogs, so whenever I get the chance I love making other people bring me theirs to pet for a while.  It was a nice little treat.<br /><br />Looking forward to tonight!  Lots of friends coming back into town, gonna plan dinner tomorrow with my mom.  <br /><br />Have a decent 4th weekend, too.  Don't drive drunk.  Saturation patrols suck, and I plan on getting past them by riding my bicycle.  ZOOOOOOOOOMMMMM The Peadlin' Fury rides again.  Now go blow some shit up and make me proud!!<br /><br />In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is strength, and in water there is bacteria. ]]></description>
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                <title>Hungry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:44:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't change my mood from llama!!  I'm not llama right now, godsdemmit.  Fecking llamas.  Spit on you!  <br /><br />I'm hungry for chicken fried rice.<br /><br />I bought a bicycle and have been riding to work over the past week, and my thighs feel like .... well like I'm a doughy, out of shape smoker that hasn't exercised properly for years.  It's getting better every day, though.  Today I had a cop follow me partways to work, probably cuz I was riding on the sidewalks and didn't walk my bike through an intersection.  Like I give a damn?  I'm not riding my fucking bike in the street in this town, not a fucking chance.  If there's a better way for me to die quickly, I'd sure like to know.  The drivers in this town are fucking maniacs, and it's bad enough that I have to zing a couple blocks through downtown in the morning.  Fuck that noize.   <br /><br />The bike's doing well.  I haven't thought of a name for her yet, though I frequently call her "Beast."  It's really not even that hardcore or tough a bike, but I think she's awesome.  I figured I might as well take care of exercising and save gas at the same time.  It's not like I really live very far from anything, and I only do serious shopping about once a week, so there we go.  Bonus points:  you can't get a DUI while you're on a bike, so I've been making good use of that fact.  ....although it is a little difficult finding a bar with a bike rack outside, let alone anything else to chain it to.  That's a godsdamn $500 bike, I don't want to lose it.<br /><br />Champagne to my true friends, and true pain to my sham friends. ]]></description>
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                <title>George Carlin has kicked the fuckin' bucket.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 08:39:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Champagne to my true friends, and true pain to my sham friends.<br /><br />'Nuff said.  This world will never be the same without that foul-mouthed old bastard.  Here's to someone tellin' it like it is.  Raise your glasses to him tonight, and drop the f-bomb as much as you can in public places.  Yeah.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>WTF, hehehe...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 09:57:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Champagne to my true friends, and true pain to my sham friends.<br /><br />In a bold move, one of our competitors parked a car covered in their stickers in our parking lot this morning.  Pretty ballsy, especially considering we've done nothing to them.  No direct attacks, no slander on radio or other advertisement, and we don't direct our customers away from anyone, especially if they're more comfortable somewhere else.  <br /><br />I am, however, extremely amused that our competitor actually did this and I'm gonna be laughing all damn day.  We're obviously a threat to them, so hey, whatever.  We've got better customers, anyway.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" />  Posted a great blog on MySpace, so I hope it generates a little more love for our Electric Crayon.<br /><br />For those of you not familiar with tattoo shops, particularly of the old skool variety, there's some damn dirty tactics pulled to generated business.  We don't play those games, and while we are offended someone wants to try to drag us in, we're still not playing.  We'll just fuckin' laugh at your sorry ass 'till you go out of business.  <br /><br />RAWK!!  I'll keep ya posted on what happens.  *snicker*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Flood</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:23:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Champagne to my true friends, and true pain to my sham friends.<br /><br />Gettin' restless upstairs again!  Feels good.  I don't suffer dry spells, it's just my laziness gets the better of me and I don't do shit forever.  My clients' project list gets longer and I get lazier.  <br /><br />Thunderstorms today!  It's about time.  If it's gonna be cloudy, the sky better do something.  <br /><br />Woot.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>IT'S GO TIME, BITCHES!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 07:21:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Champagne to my true friends, and true pain to my sham friends.<br /><br />My shop is finally open.  My two partners are ready to rumble, but I unfortunately still need to collect a few things before I can start working.  That's all right - at least the phone's hooked up and I can lure people in to begin drawing and designing.  Fuckin' huzzah!  I get to tattoo again!  In my own place!<br /><br />God, that's fuckin' sweet.  I have my very own room.  It's neat.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh fer the love of Pete....</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 22:39:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Champagne to my true friends, and true pain to my sham friends.<br /><br />Well, that fuckin' does it. <br />
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I got fired on Monday.<br />
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How could you possibly get fired from a job you love?  A tattoo parlour!!  And the firings!  Yoinks!!<br />
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Yeah, well... someone narked us out.  The piercer and I are planning on opening our own place in a few months, and a competitor purposely shoved a red hot barbed hell's fireplace poker up my asshole by telling the owner.  Said competitor asshole is jealous because we're stealing one of his peoples to come with us, and he's not invited.  <br />
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So now I'm out of a job for two months, and I'm bouncing off the walls, trying not to get too depressed about the fact I might not be able to pay the rent, buy gas, or put food on the table.  Unfortunately, my husband doesn't make enough to cover the spread, but thank goodness he's doing all he can, or we'd be in trouble.<br />
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In the meantime, I'm hoping my temp agency calls me back about an assignment to tide me over for a while, and I'm trying not to hit the bottle too much.  There's plenty of shit to stay on top of, so it's not like I've got nothing to do.<br />
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Onward!!  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Celebrate!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 08:23:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I should have posted this yesterday, but I didn't, so too bad.<br />
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Celebrate today anyway!  Everybody needs a reason to party.  <br />
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Yesterday was the repeal of Prohibition!  In 1933.  So find a glass, get some beer, and knock one down.  Celebrate even harder next year when it's the 75th anniversary.<br />
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Slainte!!  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />Like I say, there's no "I" in team.  There is a "me", though, if you jumble it up.  --Dr. House ]]></description>
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                <title>Where the effen h are all the people?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 17:32:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well we artistic types are so misunderstood<br />
While everyone's a critic they don't know when something's good<br />
Just let us have our space and freedom to create<br />
And when the work is finished we'll tell you if it's great<br />
--Stuart Davis<br /><br />I took almost a week off to help my sister with her wedding, and in my absence, it seems all of my hometown doesn't want a tattoo right now.  That's not good, considering how much money I dropped on that wedding project.  I'm flat broke, buying my husband a new cell phone, and the first day of the work week today did not bode well with a blank schedule.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  Sadness!  <br />
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I figured having the extra time to myself today, seeing as how I had no clients, would be best spent drawing and creating.  PFFFT.  Lunch at Old Chicago, one traced outline, and two scribbles later, I'm glued to a trade magazine, drooling over all the things I should be learning how to do.  <br />
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I should draw more Bun-Bun and Mr. Ted cartoons.<br /><br />Like I say, there's no "I" in team.  There is a "me", though, if you jumble it up.  --Dr. House ]]></description>
                <author>*TabrisLee</author>
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                <title>Harvest Hooplah</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 18:28:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well we artistic types are so misunderstood<br />
While everyone's a critic they don't know when something's good<br />
Just let us have our space and freedom to create<br />
And when the work is finished we'll tell you if it's great<br />
--Stuart Davis<br /><br />My husband and his band buddies had their last official show last night!  It was a wicked good time.  <br />
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Work's been slowing down a little bit, but I'm keeping myself more than busy trying to wrap my head around full sleeve ideas and other goofy things of the tattoo nature.  Not too much into the bigger pieces - they take so much out of me....  I don't think a lot of people realize that focus and creative energy can't be turned on and off like a switch, and if there's three months that go by between sessions working on a bigger piece, it's hard to swing yourself into the groove that made you inspired enough to give a damn about the thing.  <br />
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Ah well.  C'est la vie.  Maybe someday I'll be able to change my mind.<br />
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On a more positive note, I finished an evil duckie!  He's got a good ducky buddy on the other side of the leg that we'll be finishing up sometime soon.  I also get to draw up a big 'ol bowl of mac 'n cheese as a memorial piece.  Bitch wicked.<br /><br />OSUWARI !! ]]></description>
                <author>*TabrisLee</author>
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                <title>Autumn</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 23:14:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well we artistic types are so misunderstood<br />
While everyone's a critic they don't know when something's good<br />
Just let us have our space and freedom to create<br />
And when the work is finished we'll tell you if it's great<br />
--Stuart Davis<br /><br />It's a hard time wondering how much of my energy I need to devote to my job.  It's not even artist's block, I just have other things I wanna do.  ADD?  Or lazy?  Hunh.  I wish working your fingers to the bone, chasing a dream you'll never catch had a little more to show for it than a half-rusted truck, a small apartment and a slowly deteriorating grasp of English grammar.<br />
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Yay cigarettes!<br /><br />OSUWARI !! ]]></description>
                <author>*TabrisLee</author>
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                <title>Family</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 23:50:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well we artistic types are so misunderstood<br />
While everyone's a critic they don't know when something's good<br />
Just let us have our space and freedom to create<br />
And when the work is finished we'll tell you if it's great<br />
--Stuart Davis<br /><br />Every now and then I find myself regretting coming straight home after work and locking myself in the "office."  While there's a million and a half things I want to accomplish at any given moment, sometimes it's more rewarding catching up with family and friends.  Unfortunately, those sometimes turn into more than a few times a week, but hey.  Family's important, too, even if they are just your friends.<br />
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Thunder rolls oh so gently in the background, and it puts a smile on my face.  The ground is begging for rain.  Not only that, it's a pleasant sound.  I love storms.  I know I'm going to sleep well tonight.<br />
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If you haven't caught up with someone lately, go out for a beer or coffee soon.  It'll make you feel better than you realize, regardless of the work time you think you're missing.<br /><br />OSUWARI !! ]]></description>
                <author>*TabrisLee</author>
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                <title>New at this.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 23:47:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Oh world, the world, the wicked world<br />
We're marching to hell<br />
We know what we're doing<br />
We're marching to hell"<br />
                 ---Osaka Popstar<br /><br />Mmmmm!  This is neat!  People are looking at my stuff!<br />
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I've finally gotten over myself and started posting things for the public to see, even the crap-ass throwaway sketches I've got laying around.  This is fun!!  I like checkin' out what other people are doing, too.<br />
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If anyone's got props or constructive criticism to give, feel free!   <br />
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Love, peace, and chicken grease.<br /><br />OSUWARI !! ]]></description>
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