Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Messing Around


It's the Deej here, comin' atcha. Some time ago, when Lucky stole my camera and posted slightly risqué pictures of me at Sundance, a reader astutely noted that, in said pictures, I was without my sunglasses. This is a fact; indeed, I lost my sunglasses during an archaeological survey, which is unfortunate, for they were designed to attach to my prescription glasses. I have since learned I need my sunglasses, as the sunlight is simply too powerful for me here on your Earth.

Realizing I would have to replace my shades, and realizing they come in two classes, I went to get myself some cheap sunglasses. Alas, I was unable to beat the masses, but I got the sunglasses anyway. Behold:


They're almost more like goggles than sunglasses, since I had to get them specially designed to fit over the gigantic frog-eyes I developed after I foolishly went outside at noon, exposing myself to the daily rain of radioactive isotope. In addition to the eyes, of course, the radioactive rain gave me the ability to read minds and turned me into a psychopath. Say my name! Say my name!!

The result of the new physiological peculiarities and the new sunglasses is, of course, a new look:

I even wear them...at night.

Yeah, man. Anyway, in other news, I have a friend here who makes rosaries and chaplets, and I wanted to show off the nice St. Philomena chaplet she recently made for me. St. Philomena is, of course, the [unofficial] patron saint and muse of struggling Catholic sf writers.


That's three white beads representing St. Philomena's purity and in honor of the Blessed Trinity, followed by thirteen red beads for the number of years she lived until her martyrdom. A St. Philomena medal goes on the end of the tail, and my friend also affixed a Marian icon in the middle. The prayers are an Apostle's Creed followed by three Our Fathers, followed by this thirteen times:


Hail, O holy Saint Philomena, whom I acknowledge, after Mary, as my advocate with the Divine Spouse; intercede for me now and at the hour of my death. Saint Philomena, beloved daughter of Jesus and Mary, pray for us who have recourse to thee.

Darak the Dragonsaint loves his St. Philomena chaplet.

Well, that's all I had to say. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna stand here and look cool.

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