Happy Hallowe’en, and I’m Sorry!!!

Why do you hate me, Bri? WHY?! What have I ever done to you, that you should torment me thusly?!?!

First off:  Happy Hallowe’en, everybody!

*Disclaimer – I actually had absolutely nothing to do with dressing up poor Fezzik in drag. This is all Sage’s doing. I just took photos as quickly as possible so the poor miserable boy could escape his torment.

I know, I know…I’m just postponing the inevitable question, here.  Where have I been, right?!

Crazy busy, that’s where!  I’m building this new network of sites, see, and it requires an exhausting amount of time and effort to set in motion and get to the point where the network is self-sufficient.  Plus, I’m kinda just learning all of this as I go along.  I’m so, so sorry to have disappeared for so long.  I sort of let myself get overwhelmed and I’m not proud of that.  Gonna try to keep more on top of everything from here on out.

I am looking for work as well, maybe an administrative job to keep generating a little income, at the very least until the tGGtH book release in May (and hopefully beyond, since first-time authors rarely become rich). There is still behind-the-scenes work ongoing for the book, but since I’ve finished all the major tweaks, at the moment it’s not as all-consuming as it was before, for which I’m grateful.  If you know anyone looking for either temp or permanent office help in the Inland Empire or Orange County, please feel free to pass them along!

Also, it turns out that some disgruntled person turned in the owner of the lot to code enforcement.  This is one of the reasons that I’ve always been very reticent to let people know my exact location.  I keep it very vague, like, “somewhere in Riverside” (which is a pretty huge area)…because I know it’s technically pretty darn illegal for us to be here, and 10-15 homeless people will be put in jeopardy should any NIMBYs get ants in their pants.  Only my best friend – and one or two interviewers who have done stories on me in the past – know the exact location of the lot.  Otherwise, I meet all individuals elsewhere.

Anyway, it happened.  An acquaintance of the owner with a bone to pick turned him in, and now it looks like we’ll all have to bail out and find somewhere to go very soon.  I don’t know for how long, or if/when anybody will be allowed to come back after code enforcement does their thing.  I’m sure I’ll find out in the next week or so.  What I do know is that everything has to be emptied out, all people on the property need to vacate, and the electric/water utility hookups to all the trailers/sheds/garages/guest houses need to be disconnected, etc.

Sooooo…yeah.  I’ve got that on my mind.  I’m not too worried about myself, personally.  You know me. I always manage to be OK, somehow, and if I can just hang on for 6 more months, until May, I think things might pick up considerably with the book release.  It’s more everybody else who’s living here that I’m worrying for.  Where will they go?  Will they be OK?  It’s such a sad social commentary that the city would rather crack down on someone keeping homeless people in sheds and trailers on his property, and have the people sent back out to live on the streets, or the riverbed (yes, plenty of homeless people are staying there right now).  And of course, when they’re on the streets, the city will be telling them they can’t stay there, and to move on to somewhere else.  The perpetual cycle.

In any event, I need to get my mind off things.  A few of my friends are taking me to the West Hollywood Hallowe’en Costume Carnaval tomorrow night, on Santa Monica Blvd.  It’s my first “real” Hallowe’en since leaving the JWs – costume and all!!!  I’ve hung out with friends on Hallowe’en before this, but never dressed up and really thrown myself into the whole experience.  And I love to dress up.

So I’ve worked myself up a vaguely Steampunky/Victorian costume, mostly out of things I already had lying around in boxes.  I also grabbed three or four faux-hippie prairie skirts from the thrift store, soaked them overnight in black tea from the $1 store to age them, and have hacked and slashed them up, then sewn/pinned them into a sort of bustle of which I am very proud, since I’ve never sewn before and have absolutely no idea how.  I should probably note that I didn’t do a proper sewing job, but it’s OK because anachronistic steampunk bustles can totally pull off the haphazard DIY look.  It’s part of the rough charm of it, I think.

A bit proud of myself.  The first really creative thing I think I’ve done in a long time.  The costume came out far better than I could ever have hoped.  I feel slightly accomplished, which puts me in a good mood and raises my self-esteem (yay!)

On the downside, one of the couple of items I did order for my costume (Victorian-style boots) did not arrive at all, and the store I ordered them from has not been responding to my emails/calls, which greatly bothers me.  I’ll deal with getting myself a refund later, but it looks like tomorrow I’m gonna have to drive around and try to find even just some boring brown ankle boots or something.  I suppose I could be a steampunk chika with Converse sneakers and get away with it on attitude alone, but I’d kinda like my first Hallowe’en costume to be complete.

Yup, yup.  That’s about it for now.  Come to the Carnaval on Santa Monica Blvd. tomorrow, from 6 p.m. – 11 p.m.!  I’ll be there, along with 1/2 million other people, helping to set a world record at 10:45 p.m. – the most people dancing the “Time Warp”, from Rocky Horror, at once.  Thing is, I haven’t ever seen Rocky Horror, actually (so much JW-forbidden pop culture to catch up on; so little time!) but I’m just excited to feel like a very small part of something big.  How often do you get to say that you helped break a Guinness world record?!