Still on the Edge in Sumas

Back in Sumas again; spent most of the week in Seattle. Not for work, but for Mark's chemo...first session now over and done with. Mainly now its about bracing for an ever-weakening immune system.

The new additions on the Apocolypticop are working brilliantly. Lights on the front and top add a new aura of festivity. Lots of added interest from the public, or so it seems to me. Every time I think the artcar is done I find more stuff to screw on; no exception now, the "stuff" pile still grows.

Still hoping to get started on the van renovation soon...in between work-at-home duties for pay, and caring for Mark duties as assigned.

With Mark's illness on front burner, I seem to experience ever growing paranoia over most everything. Not just how the future will look, or even if I'll live in Sumas, or where...but about how I'm perceived, who really cares, what my point is/points are when I write about whatever...

For example a few days ago I sent out an email announcement about the Longhouse, and received no replies at all, except from a confused guy short on anger management skills out of Saskatchewan. My porn password program locked up his computer. There were a couple replies from some close friends and I guess that's enough.

That's a whole nuther topic for later...what is it about dirty pictures that makes people perfectly willing to step on you while pursuing their own selfish pleasure? Turns out most of the hits on this website are for the porno/dick shots. I guess I can live with that, but only if you at least try to access some of the other content here. If not, then you only fuck yourself.

Of course, the announcement was in fun. Of course I want to have more than just a dry, "come to the Longhouse" type of email message. Of course I had to incorporate a story, and some non-story related topics as well. Of course it was completely confusing and off-topic. I simply do not know or care how to treat a reader with due regard and respect when it comes to staying On Topic. So inevitably, it leads us to, "What does it Mean"? Which I have to reply with, "Beats the crap out of me, Baby."

Labels: oh baby gay sex dick me yeah that's it...etc etc

My truck was stolen out of a parking lot in Seattle last December. The thief busted out the ignition, which is now at a friend's auto shop being repaired. Meanwhile I've been driving the Apocolypticop to work.

Last week I had to drive into the back of the building to drop off my desktop computer for routine maintenance. The cops at the office were suitably amazed, one uniformed guy in particular saw it two days in a row, and after pointing out how wierd it is, tried diplomatically to ask germane questions. What is the car about? How long did it take? And, don't the words, "World's Gonna Pay" sound threatening? (This question, three days after the city of Boston freaked out at a cartoon character's middle finger). Okay...its about fundamentalism, gender equality, testoserone, war, and above all, me, of course. I think its year six. And no, I don't see anything remotely threatening on the car. Given the context of the rest of the artcar...plastic rockets with testicles? Sperm made of googley eyes? Hello? Did he notice the peace sign on the hood? People see what they want to see; this cop simply noticed the "dangerous" aspect; the rest of it didn't register--much like what happened in Boston--a non-threatening character making a traditionally threatening gesture. Where is our ability to filter context? Mostly cops seem to see the car as a positive thing. In fact, most of the responses these days are fairly upbeat. Lots of people scratch their heads, but that's okay. Hell, that's the point...getting art out in front of people who otherwise never have reason to ponder anything.