This is a picture of the new car. My tag hasn't come in, I have had it less than 2 months. Someone has already rear-ended me.And today we got washed and are shiny. So time to document this one, in case its life is brief.

I looked for this statue everywhere until I found it at my boyfriend's mom's house, in the back yard. I thought it was Aprhrodite. Mark says it is Hera. I don't mind. I love the way she's weathered.

This past weekend, my boyfriend and I returned to New Orleans. We got a cargo van and managed to salvage quite a bit of my stuff, we think. A lot of things smell kind of funny, and further weather damage may become apparent. My boyfriend snapped this photo at my request in the cafe where we ate breakfast Saturday.

This is a picture of the inside of my apartment. I was in this apartment when this happened to it. I took this shot particularly to hilight the way the building has tilted. Look in particular at the door frame and the heater next to it.

This is another picture of the same apartment. I could only look in through the window, so this is from the same spot, looking to the right of the previous shot. In the first shot, you see bricks across the floor. In this shot, you can see the Noble Blue Tarp on the right that caught and contained much of the debris that might otherwise have been on my head. Yes, I was sitting right behind that tarp when this happened.

This picture was taken standing on what remains of my balcony, When I looked out of my apartment, this is what I saw. The squarish bit with the corrugated metal at the lower right corner is what remains of my downstairs neighbors' bathroom. The yellow building with the red door is part of a hotel on the next block. The rest... well, that used to be the building next to mine.

And finally, this is a view of my old apartment from the street. The point is, you see, one didn't used to HAVE a view of my old apartment from the street. To orient yourself, look at the blue bit. That's the tarp. To the left of the tarp was where I stood to take the other pictures.

I work in a haunted house. You spend hours working on makeup and costumes and special effects. We have "real" movie-quality special effects and professional makeup artists and costumers. But everyone remembers the chainsaw. Stupid chainsaw.

This is all but one of the chainsaws that we use every night to chase people around. No, I don't handle them. Those things get heavy fast.

All the chainsaws are turned on, here, I guess for their pre-show warm up. For some reason I thought they seemed rather ominous in a humorous sort of way. But you can't see them vibrate, so it doesn't really translate.

Oh, and because I love my boss, my haunted house is at www.fearworld.com