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July 27, 2004

Psst...hey You.

Oh and there's even more...

A virtual Ebay extravaganza.

Enjoy.

Posted by Veronica at 11:02 AM

July 24, 2004

Selling my Soul...Cheap!...on Ebay!

Me, three years ago...doing my very first picture for ebay. It cracks me up. Look how short my hair is...and what the hell am I doing even trying to do "natural" looking makeup?

This was my first step into becoming an entrepreneur, as the bidding started at a mere 9 bucks and jumped up to a selling price of $78 as my Mom and I screamed over the phone in joy. It worked. I was quitting my day job.

Now, you can see my stock of pretty, frilly Betsey Johnson dresses up on ebay...click here! The money is going towards getting a hot lil silkscreening kit so I can lovingly make you Danger Dame and Revolver tees, and I know you want that, right?

So bid to your hearts' content, my Pretties.....

And three weeks from now...I'll have fabulous new items added to Danger Dame...just you wait!

Posted by Veronica at 10:19 AM

July 23, 2004

The Horrors of Crossing Betty Crocker with Bettie Page

Today is the official one year anniversary of this nasty cake. And it is yet again, the birthday of the boy I made it for....Paul McG!

I started to make this cake in my horrible oven, and on that day, as much as I bumped it with my hip like the Fonz, it didn't want to work...so I just put tin foil over the soupy batter, put it in the basket of my bike and biked to the East Village to meet up with other friends before Paul's party. We finished cooking it (well, we finished cooking whatever wasn't splashed all over the basket of my bike). It was such a disaster the five friends decided to add just whatever trash candy seemed to be in the house at that time. Which included Sweeties spelling out his name and Gummy Worms. Ewwwwww.

And I really do like Paul. Alot. Paul if you ever read this, I hope you forgive me for the cake. I hope the cake is not the reason that you mysteriously have to "work" about 1,500 miles away from me today. I've learned my lesson. I have mastered my oven over the past year. The Easy Bake oven is now my bitch.

Come back, Paul. I've got a landing strip of cupcakes in my kitchen with your name all over it.

...And not spelled out in 4 year old gummy worms this time.

And a belated birthday hug to Jason, who lives half way across the country, but not because of my cooking.

Posted by Veronica at 09:32 AM

July 22, 2004

In Sickness and In Health

I was a very sick girl. Strep throat.

I know. I let you down. You want to break up with me. You want to leave me for someone who posts in their journal everyday.

The tail end of the strep throat action was not bad...as my voice was even huskier and I took to putting on Sarah Vaughn's Whatever Lola Wants over and over and singing it around my apartment. Draping myself across furniture. "Whatever Lola wants...Lola gets. And little man, little Lola wants you...."

Then this little Lola got to see her favorite band in the whole world, The Psychedelic Furs. It was phenomenial. I had goosebumps for the entire hour they were on. If you don't know them...that must change this instant. But be careful, there are magnets in the lyrics that will lure your poor self in...don't say I didn't warn you. Ah, smoky voice in a smoky bar...

Random thoughts...

While languidly lying in bed for a few days, I listened to the chirping of the baby birds living under my air conditioner (it's apparently the most popular place for birds to live). When I was a little girl my Grandma used to tell me to take the leftover strands of hair out of my hairbrush and put them on my windowsill for the birds to find in the Spring and Summer. She said that birds can use it for building their nests. It's like gold to them.

I like the idea of trading locks of my hair for their songs. I like the idea of the birds of New York City growing up in strands of my hair.

Posted by Veronica at 04:37 PM

July 13, 2004

Happy Birthday, Z!

Zina Brown, the second we stumbled into each other's lives, I knew we would be friends forever. And on this happy anniversary of the day you were born, I wish you beautiful journeys, may your free-spirited heart never cease throwing off such powerful light, and may your dreams continue to come to life springing brighter and more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

Thank you for bringing me into abandoned, dusty factories to watch as your vision of the world of GK2 came to life. Thank you for going cross-country, sleeping on floors, working twenty hour days, and giving your heart and soul to help make Revolver's trailer. Thank you for always believing in the secret dreams that fuel all of us.

I still love you even though you snagged the "From Hell and Back" shirt first. It looks better on you anyway.

Sending lots of punk rock love to you on your birthday, Zebra!

And you, Darling Reader... take a look into Z's world with some shots he took yesterday (while he happened to be breaking into yet another abandoned factory locally - how much do you love him!). His website is going to be up anyday. Just you wait...

Empire State TV

Abandoned

Posted by Veronica at 12:59 PM

July 11, 2004

Kiss My Pretty Scars

Okay, so I'm finally ready to talk about it. I've shared my cupcakes with you, I might as well share my scars. Bring on the gory details!

For those of you who don't know...on December 28th I was attacked by a big angry rottweiler while I was volunteering at a local animal shelter. He grabbed me with his teeth from the right side of my nose to my left eye and pulled until he ripped off the right side of my nose and under my nostrils. His teeth gashed an angry circle on my bottom eyelid and corner of my eye. Thankfully he had the good sense not to scar me on the same side as my beauty mark, otherwise I would have really been pissed.

This picture was taken in early March 2004, two months after the attack. I didn't want to post photos earlier than this, because uh, well, it really really isn't pretty. You can see the gashes under my eye. The surgeon said if the dog came a fraction of a hair closer to my eye, I might have lost it. I'm a lucky lucky girl (well, lucky for your average girl who gets attacked in the face by a rottweiler.)

And you can also see the slash at the bottom of my nostril on the left. There was a piece missing. It was severed entirely. The guy had to pull it back together and sew it. I was the the trauma unit for seven action packed, fun-filled hours, so they could put me back together. While I stared at the ceiling in shock. (And I didn't cry once, cause I'm one tough bitch!) And there is a perfect "V" scar holding my nostrils together underneath. At the time you could pull the tip of my nose away from my face.

Sexy, right? How much more do you love me now? **wink**

After about two months of that happening, my sweetie of a Mom called and encouraged me to keep doing my ebay selling (...sorry, Girls, never Danger Dame dresses, other random stuff). It just so happened that that week while thrifting for ebay, I ran across a ton of punk rock things which seemed to compliment the scars nicely.

Angry with facial scars. Does it get any better?

I just ran across these pictures from that time and figured I'd post them. I've gotten better over time and you can hardly notice them - unless you really know where to look.

And now you do. Lucky you.

Posted by Veronica at 01:06 PM

July 05, 2004

Cupcake, anyone?

Okay...so I've never made cupcakes before. This is my triumphant picture of making cupcakes with an oven that just switches either on or off. Which means the temperature just rises and rises and once it gets to a certain point I just have to switch it off and open the door to bring the temperature down. Me and my glamourous life.

The oven in my apartment is kind of like the Easy Bake Oven for adults, with the only difference being that the Easy Bake Oven is way better.

Spent the fourth of July listening to delightfully scratchy recordings of ol' Satchmo on National Public Radio, which got me insanely inspired as he overcame so much to live out his dreams. Then I delved into printing out investor packages for the film and making copies of the screenplay to send out to producers tomorrow. Perhaps I should just hold a bake sale to get the rest of the funding. mmmm.

Kisses and cupcakes to Karen and Jen in Houston and Dawn in Milwaukee for the beautiful letters you sent, and to Sacha for sending along a special 'lil mix cd and ads from the 40s. Thank you with colorful sprinkles on top!

Posted by Veronica at 03:33 PM

July 03, 2004

Happy Birthday, Beautiful

My darling Miss Cynthia...

We have officially been sister-friends for half of our lives (and we've been all the more fabulous because of it!) Wishing you sunshine and parasols, enchanted forests, castles with vines, and deer running everywhere.

I love you, Glitter Girl. Happy Birthday!

Posted by Veronica at 08:25 AM

July 02, 2004

My Little Girl

Tomorrow is July 3rd…which was always a special day for me, because it was the day that I met my little dog, Greta. The past six months have been some of the hardest months of my life because I miss her so much. I always try to be in good spirits, especially when I’m writing in my journal. But to be honest, it has been one of the most difficult times of my life. In a way, I feel like part of myself is missing since she died. She was with me almost every day for almost 10 years. She was the only constant in my life for all that time, as I was moving to New York, and going after my dreams. So many things changed over the years, and she was the only one that was with me, next to me, the whole time – throughout it all.

I’ve been missing her and thinking of her constantly, since the warm, carefree Summer days were the days that we loved best together. Last Summer was such a gift, because I was doing ebay at nighttime, and her and I would spend day after day in the park – running around, lounging in the sunshine, sleeping in the shade. There was not a day that went by that I didn’t know how lucky I was to have that little girl in my life.

And with all the things going on right now, the good things with the movie being recognized and with the meetings with investors and things like that…I feel like she is near me, looking out for me, putting good people in my path.

I had a very vivid dream about her the other night. I was walking down a beautiful street with these life-size gingerbread houses lining it, and there was a light snow falling and it was so peaceful. And Little Gret came running up to me, only she was a big dog…she looked exactly the same, but her legs were really long. I was so happy to see her, and she said that she always wanted to be a bigger dog, and now she had the chance. We were walking the same speed down the path – us and our long legs. And we were talking about things together (I love dreams, I really do). We had an amazing talk, walking down this road, and we were headed to this big park at the end of the street. The trees leaned over the road with purple blossoms on them (even though it was snowing). I just felt so incredibly happy I can’t describe it. It was as if everything made sense to me. And here I was walking with my best friend, finally getting a chance to talk back and forth with her. She went to cross a path to get to the park with the beautiful trees and I suddenly got really scared that a car might hit her and yelled for her to be careful. This next part was very vivid…the whole dream seemed like it was actually happening. And she said to me, “What are you afraid of?” and I said, “I want you to stay next to me. I’m afraid of you getting hit by a car or something.” She looked over at me and said, “Oh don’t worry. There are no cars here. You are visiting me.”

Then I woke up suddenly. Right after she said that. It was a little bit after 3am and I got up and wrote it in my book journal immediately.

Oh, my Little Gret. Someday we’ll be walking together amongst gingerbread houses and lounging in the sunshine…talking about everything we ever wanted to talk about. I promise. I just have to finish doing what I was meant to do here. Make the dreams come true that we always wished for…and before you know it, we’ll be together again. Thank you so much for giving me beautiful dreams and looking out for me always… Sending lots of love to you for the anniversary of the day we first met.

Posted by Veronica at 03:05 PM