Sunday, February 19, 2006

Frankenstein and Bootlegs

Today I finally feel human. I got to take a real shower and I got to shampoo my hair for the first time since Thursday. Ahhhhhh, cleanliness is next to gawdliness...or something like that. Here's a photo of the cool surgery wound I'm sporting:











I don't know how many stitches I have in there, but it looks disgusting, doesn't it? I was told that if I neglected to put sunscreen on the wound when I go outside, the scar will stay noticeable. If I wasn't such a vampire I'd be tempted to forego the sunscreen. What I want to ask the doctor about is this: Lulabelle was right under my jawline, so why did they start cutting on me halfway down my neck?! I'm sure the presence of nerves had something to do with it; I was told before surgery that I could experience nerve complications in my face if they hit the right nerve at the wrong time. Whoa!

In other non-news...

I have a love/hate affair with bootlegs. It sucks when artists get ripped off and don't get their due, especially when it comes to music. I understand that they don't get diddley per CD sold; they make their money touring and with merch and stuff like that. However, there's something seductive about the cheapness of a fun bootleg. Two of my favorite shirts are bootlegs of the band, the Cramps. The shirts themselves are cheap and falling apart, and the silkscreening job done on them is haphazard at best. However, they're disgustingly comfy and convey what the band is about better than official merchandise.

Another bootleg I have is a DVD set of Studio Ghibli films. The husband and I picked it up in Chinatown a couple of years ago and didn't even know it was a bootleg. It's actually a well done piece of work, and hey, we have a bunch of Miyazaki stuff that we didn't have to pay Disney to see.

Below is my current favorite bootleg. It's obviously supposedly capitalizing on the Powerpuff Girls, and fails miserably in getting anything right. I picked this up at a local Japanese grocery store for a couple of bucks and is now being proudly displayed in my bathroom. I haven't used it yet because I'm glorying in its badness.










The one bootleg I can't stand? The Calvin-peeing-on-whatever vinyl stickers. Those are tacky!

2 comments:

Elliot said...

That is a very cool scar and Lullabelle below looks like a testicle.
I hope you're recovering well!

Anonymous said...

Wow. I am so, so sorry that's your vision of what a testicle looks like. *pats Elliot on the back*