It Is So Religious

Elegant Choice graciously agreed to recreate the priapic Jesus sculpture formed entirely of crystals. Head: grossular garnet; crown of thorns: kyanite; arms, legs, and torso: fire agate; hands and feet: prehnite; peen: cactus crystal!

Hello Again to Babyfaced Dino, the Dino with a Baby for a Face

P.S. I don't know why this one is displaying so tiny; you must blow it up for the fattest effect!

She Am Home Again, Considerably Richer in Mountain Feelings

I had a whole obnoxious photo essay planned, beginning with a picture of me emerging cougar-like out of a cave and ending with a picture of a priapic Jesus sculpture formed entirely from crystals purchased in Manitou Springs. Unfortunately, Elegant Choice deleted all of the good pictures off the camera because he is terrible, so you will have to make do with these. Here is a picture of a super-symbolic mural found in the Denver airport:

I couldn't find a title, but no doubt it goes something like Zombie Rainbow Hitler Stabbing a Dove in Some Ruins. Or perhaps simply Dovestab.

I was posing like a bear in this one, but that doesn't really come across, considering that the light has somehow turned me into a heavily-makeupped man from the seventies. I appear to belong to the cast of Bonanza. I'm thinking author photo, people.

Smiling is the worst, but maybe you like it.

Colorado was delicious, and now I am home!

Back in a Week, My Puppies

I haven't talked much about the project I'm working on, because I always forget, but I am flying to Colorado for a week tomorrow, and if the plane goes down, I don't want you to say, "That Tricia, she was nice I guess, but since she wasn't working on anything interesting when she died, I feel less inclined to mourn her." The first three sections of the manuscript are poetry, but the last section is a little poem-comic, a little piece of COMETRY, and it has a mad scientist in it:


and he has a laboratory:
but I can't tell you the rest! You'll have to wait and see.

ETA: Whoops, I accidentally posted the wrong version of the laboratory picture. I ended up not liking that window.

FAKEPORNOSFROMTHEPASTCOMIC

Even my worst enemy must admit that my eye for period costume is astounding.

FATHERCOMIC

Those of you who are acquainted with me in real life know that a weird thing about me is that my father is a Catholic priest. (The Church makes rare--extremely rare--exceptions for married ministers of other faiths who convert to Catholicism. My father was previously a Lutheran minister.) Happy FATHER'S Day, am I right? Anyway, the thing about priests is, they love to frighten kids! Oh, and that thing on his nose is a Breathe-Right strip, which he is never seen without.

TOPOLCOMIC

GOURDCOMIC

MISTER HITCHENS=SO SWEATY

Christopher Hitchens and I have clashed horns by night before, and I have walked away discouraged. Never again! Knowing what I now know, I am confident in declaring myself WINNER OF ALL TIME, ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT TROPHY-TOUCHER, TAKE THAT HITCHENS YOU SWEAT TOO MUCH.

MOMCOMIC

Disclaimer: In real life, my mother does not look like this! In real life, my mother is the nicest-looking. This is her undead alter-ego, MOMMY NO-NO, who emerges whenever my mother attempts to warn me about a DANGER.

Is This Picture Legal? I Fear That Imagineers Will Come for Me in the Night

Did I mention that I went to Disneyworld for my birthday? It was my first time, because Disneyworld was FORBIDDEN when I was a child--along with many other things, such as March of Dimes candy dispensers, because to chew that gum was to chew the unborn. Remind me to tell you about my upbringing sometime. Anyway, I went for revenge, and it tasted so good. Don't worry, I wasn't killed! I prayed to Saint Rebecca, patron of not getting killed at Disneyworld, and I totally didn't. And it turns out that: