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We were home momentarily long enough for me to change out of my uniform into a social distortion tee and a pair of blue jeans...then we went to the movies to see Zombieland, which turned out to be a great time. Now I'm home, the wife's laying down because she's developed some kind of spontaneous gastric problem, the kid won't go to sleep but has stopped crying...and here I sit at the computer beside her...listening to some Robin Trower, wondering when the hell I'm gonna be allowed to nap. I have clinical rotation at the hospital across town in the morning, but at this rate-I'm not gonna feel like it.

Ah, the aggravation of early fatherhood...I hear it only gets better.
Let's hope.
The kid's crying again.
Good night, folks.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/26965831/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/26965831/ Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:46:55 PDT
Seeing my daughter for the first time brought a tear to my eye. I didn't know how I would feel seeing her in the flesh...my own blood right here in my arms.

My baby girl is the most beautiful person I've ever met in my life...it's crazy. As much as a good thing as this is, I feel that my wife doesn't have the same feelings right now. I've been looking up postpartum depression, trying to understand what she's going through. I've had my share of depression, sure...try to hide it most of the time. I'm able to let a lot of it go by helping people at work. (EMS)

This is different though. I'm seeing a lot of the feelings that I have inside personified in my wife, who is normally a rather happy-go-lucky individual. A regular spitfire, and half the reason I fell in love with her in the first place. All that, though-isn't in place at the present. I've been supportive, letting her sleep as much as she can-I know her body's been through its limit with the pregnancy and birth. Been doing most of what I can while I'm here...laundry, taking care of her/the baby, trying to help her out as much as I know how...suppose I'll just have to bear it and help her get through it.

Over the past couple of days, I've seen her in a spiral though. I don't enjoy seeing her like this, and it's starting to rub off on me now. Every time Gabrielle cries I can tell she falls apart. She keeps crying, saying she feels guilty, that she isn't doing something right, this and that. I keep trying to reassure her that she's doing just fine, but she won't believe it.

Hopefully all this will pass soon. I know her hormones and body has to readjust, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they will sooner than later.

In light of everything, I feel the most perfect love when I hold my baby girl. She has the most amazing eyes. The eyes of a child...really are windows to the soul. Maybe my own.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/23615315/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/23615315/ Mon, 09 Mar 2009 18:22:58 PDT
Oh! Hey everybody, just wanted to say that YES! LIVING I AM! I'm wishing everyone a happy beginning of spring when it starts, and I'd like to say that I've finally started getting back into art a bit. I've uploaded some photos that I took today, hope you all enjoy them. I plan on uploading some more artwork to my gallery later in the week as well.

I'm running off now to work on a couple of drawings, maybe an inking or two. Later peeps.
-Justin.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/21948232/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/21948232/ Fri, 12 Dec 2008 14:05:11 PST


Bettie Page, whose saucy photo spreads helped get men through, and then end, the sexual repression of the 1950s, died of a heart attack in Los Angeles. She was 85.

A straight-A high school student and graduate of Vanderbilt University, Page worked stints as a teacher, secretary, fur coat model and stage and television actress before a police officer and pinup photographer discovered her on the beach at Coney Island in 1950. She soon moved on to racy S&M-themed photos with a brother-sister team team who "cut her hair into the dark bangs that became her signature." The photos became the subject of a congressional investigation and, page said, led to harassment by federal agents.

Page posed in a Christmas-themed Playboy centerfold in 1955 (image NSFW). Heffner told AP Page "had a tremendous impact on our society... an iconic figure in pop culture who influenced sexuality, taste in fashion."

Soon after, she became depressed, and two marriages in quick succession ended in divorce. Page was diagnosed with schizophrenia and sent to a mental hospital. She later had a religious conversion. After living for years on Social Security benefits, Page benefited from an image revival the Times described thusly:

David Stevens, creator of the comic-book and later movie character the Rocketeer, immortalized her as the Rocketeer’s girlfriend. Fashion designers revived her look. Uma Thurman, in bangs, reincarnated Bettie in Quentin Tarantino’s “ulp Fiction,” and Demi Moore, Madonna and others appeared in Page-like photos.

There were Bettie Page playing cards, lunch boxes, action figures, T-shirts and beach towels. Her saucy images went up in nightclubs. Bettie Page fan clubs sprang up. Look-alike contests, featuring leather-and-lace and kitten-with-a-whip Betties, were organized

Page also came to be worshipped on the internet. Fan sites widely circulated old pictures, typified by those below, which mix racy S&M shots with tamer beach-and-bikini material. These pictures give a sampling of the sort of pictures that were, according to AP, " quickly tacked up on walls in military barracks, garages and elsewhere, where they remained for years."

Later in life, Page refused to be photographed, saying she wanted to be remembered as she had looked in her heyday.

The next time you see a naked picture on the internet, or some good bondage porn, think of Bettie Page. She specifically requested it! In addition to making it all possible. (So hot!)

To visit this site's original page, go here:

[link]

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/21055184/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/21055184/ Sat, 18 Oct 2008 22:44:50 PDT
I need to tell someone how special they are to me. I need to tell someone how much I care about them.
I need to feel someone understands me.
I need to feel I care.
That is my wife.

Waking up, having to rush, brushing my teeth, having a wash, toasting some bread, lacing my boots, locking the house, back to my roots.

My day begins in such a blur, I'm not even sure I do the things I do...robot-like in my repetitive action. Did I turn all the lights off? Is my shirt buttoned straight? I kiss you good-bye, tasting stale and smoky lips-with just a hint of mouthwash.

I go about my business, greeting patients, conversing with nurses, flying down the highway, moving bodies, wearing myself thin. I stop to eat around sundown. Then everyone is drunk. Everyone is depressed. They all want to kill each other. This whole city wants to die at the same time. I am not allowed to let them. In the wee hours nearing the end of my day, an old man falls out of bed. I feel pity, I feel anger, and I feel empty. Then he says "thank you" as he signs a refusal and I feel content and leave his house with a smile on my face.

I find myself staring off into space in the ER hallway...the alarm goes off on my cell-phone. I turn it off. "Damn, time to wake up." The sun comes back up. I fill out a stack of papers. I make a few phone calls. Then I remember you.
You answer, half-asleep. Mocking me silently with your yawn-stretched "hello". I am jealous.

Again, instead of "I miss you, too..." the words that form off my tongue are "Well, I'll be home soon. Sure. Love you." I come home, shaken from my shift. You talk about your mother. I drift and think about writing a song, then about showering. I hear you words...in sparse sections.
"said 'that cat is furry!"
..."told me to go to hell, so I was"
"milk" "cosmos" "new movie"
Then comes the one I love the most.
"Are you going to talk?"

It still blows my mind, how you have no idea what your husband does. What he sees. How he deals. How he means to tell you the things that you want to hear. How he wants to tell you that he cares. How he needs you to understand.

We argue about my job. I'm convinced that you hate me. Everything I say is another push in the wrong direction. You're stressed out. I make it worse. You don't understand how I can't take your life into consideration. I laugh to myself "There's a reason you can't wear size 13 boots"

You apologize. We make love. You make dinner. I make a song. We watch a movie. I fall asleep. You wake me up. The process begins again before dawn.
"Damn. I was having a good dream."

-Justin Massie 2008

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/18050281/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/18050281/ Sun, 27 Apr 2008 07:40:27 PDT
Good idea, yes?

I thought so, but apparantley my computer and I had a falling out that I was unaware of at the time. I install the RAM...computer doesn't boot. I take the cards back out, the computer boots fine. I give it several attempts, and probably around the 5th...compy stops booting all together. I checked the cards to make sure they weren't corrupt in another computer...the RAM cards are just fine...but my computer still doesn't want to boot...no matter what cards, original RAM or not, are installed. I never had a problem last time I gave it an upgrade...however, this time around met the death of Compy 386.

In closing;
I am past the greiving stages and I'm trying to move on. I've been borrowing the internet here at work and various other places to check e-mail and things of the sort...but I suppose I'm shopping off and on for a new computer. I did scrap the RAM, GeForce2mx, and the hard drive so I could maybe re-use some stuff for somebody else...hopefully I can still pull all of my programs and files I need off the hard drive. I think of it sort of like a pet though. I've had that computer for WAY longer than I thought it would last...I have tried to take care of it the best I can, I'd like to think that I gave it a good life. It's been with me for a good 8 solid years. I think its time to put it to rest...considering how ill it was behaving this past year, its in a better place now.

All digital art/photography is going to have to be put on pause for the time being...but that still gives me my penciling to work on and more attention I can pay to music and writing, where time is found. If anyone reading has good suggestions on desktop PCs, give me a shout-as I'm going to have to break down and save up for another sometime in the near future.

-Justin.
*light a candle for Compy*

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/17358050/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/17358050/ Sun, 16 Mar 2008 06:09:23 PDT
Needless to say, I haven't been doing any kind of drawing or anything. I have a few ideas for funnies, but I don't really get the downtime at work to do anything related to art-and when I'm home I get so tired from working that all I want to do is sleep it off. I'm starting to think that EMS isn't what I should be doing. I have a degree in graphic design, and I'm a musician...a photographer...a cartoonist...BUT, for the past year or so I've been nothing but an EMT. It starts to grate on ya after awhile; running your ass off for 911 dispatchers and company dispatchers all the while watching the clock spin seemingly out of control. One day, its February 2nd-the next; its March 16th. Oh, and I'm at work right now.

I just feel like I've started to lose touch with my friends, my family, and myself as well. I need something in my life...that something is time, but I guess that's the story for most people in this world.

Thanks for listening to me rant, just letting all know that I AM still alive. Peace,
-Justin.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/15617487/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/15617487/ Thu, 22 Nov 2007 08:49:34 PST
We do our jobs because we love them, deep down whether we act like it or not. Its not everyday that goes by where you get a "thank you" or even a smile from the people we help out daily, but when we do its always a nice sign of recognition. We spend most of our time away from our families, when most others get the underappreciated chance to spend everyday at home, at least in part. I'm thankful for all who DO appreciate the chances they are given, and use them wisely.

For all my buddies back on the road today, please be careful-and try to catch the game in between calls.

For everybody else, remember that this isn't just an excuse to preform mass-murder on poultry, but also a day of giving thanks. Do you have anyone that you are thankful for? Maybe you should tell them so. Just try not to let it happen only once a year. And, if you're eating turkey today, go ahead and stuff your face.

-Justin.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/14870111/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/14870111/ Mon, 01 Oct 2007 12:30:53 PDT
I'll fill you all in on my life later on.
-Justin.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/12194215/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/12194215/ Thu, 15 Mar 2007 13:46:06 PDT
This guy is AMAZING. Truly.

Here's his D-A gallery:

[link]

What are ya waiting for? GO!

Later,
-Justin.

p.s. also...I got my new vehicle today. A sweet little Dodge Ram V8Magnum...that is all.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/12105169/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/12105169/ Thu, 08 Mar 2007 11:54:45 PST
Later guys,
-Justin.

]]> ~dracheflugel http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/12081919/ http://dracheflugel.deviantart.com/journal/12081919/ Tue, 06 Mar 2007 14:36:02 PST
justinmassie2004@yahoo.com

Later folks,
-Justin.

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