amandapalmer: tattoos come into my life a lot, but this one broke my heart open. neil and i both see a lot of tattoos of our words and works on people’s skin, and we have lots of weird tattoo anecdotes. last night I signed the inside of a girls thigh at the littlefield show and recommended that she walk home bowlegged because seriously that shit will sweat right the fuck off on a hot New York night. neil proudly tells the tale of the time someone got his signature on their arm in a signing line and then returned to the same signing line three hours later with saran wrap covering the freshly inked proof. some people get my face tattooed on them. that always feels surreally challenging, to look at my own visage staring back at me from somebody else’s arm or back, like knowing I have sister-spy-selves all over the world, hiding under hoodies in the deep winter. if you hadn’t noticed, i’ve been battling a kind of depression for the last few months. circumstances make it pretty understandable, i’m facing some crushing personal and business problems and feeling lonely and at loose ends in pretty much every department. the last time i was this low i was in college - unable to get out of bed and skipping classes. it wasn’t until i escaped the setting that things turned around. maybe tour will help. it never does. anyway, I’m not so fucking depressed that i couldn’t write a song, which was the saving grace of last week, and having the house party in nashville actually directly kicked my ass to finish what I’d started, which was a massive blessing because i have a bad habit of finishing songs 20% and leaving them for years unless i have an active instant-gratification motivator (usually a show, and even better if its a show for 50 people in a house, where i feel safe to fuck it up). so as i was writing and wandering from the verse into the first chorus, the words “i am bigger on the inside” spilled out and i thought…i can’t fucking use this. can i? it had ricocheted from doctor who into my incredibly dark mood, and i felt conflicted…on the one side my little sobbing song and on the other side, hoards of people in tardis t-shirts. fuck it. yes. and i used the lyric. i played it, two hours after finishing it, for a teeny room of 15 people at the nashville house party and cried through most of the second and third verse. a few days later i flew to milwaukee to play for pride festival. i was having a rough night. the darkness was getting the better of me. against all better judgment (it was an outdoor festival celebration of YAY) i stuck the song towards the end of my set - a quiet, 8-minute introspective and repetitive ukulele song that I couldn’t play through without my throat getting stuck because it was just too fucking sad. the crowd had never heard the song, because it didn’t exist anywhere. i cried through verse two and three again and it was fine except that I went straight into the ukulele anthem afterwards and had a giant shiny glean of weeping-snot on my upper lip for the whole song. whatever. yes. after the show i signed for a few hundred people. a boy asked me to write the chorus lyrics on his chest. the next day, he sent me this picture. he’d had them tattooed. beat that, neil gaiman, i said, as i showed him the tweet, collapsing into a pile of useless blubbering on the floor of my mind. but actually…there is no competition. and this is what i see and understand about him, about me, about you, about doctor who, about coincidence, about the millions of ingredients and chances that lead us to this moment right here where we are facing each other (maybe through a screen, maybe not). we are all connected - there is no way out, nor should there be. say yes. love amanda p.s. the body & the tattoo belong to gavin michael batker, @shizaminnelli on twitter. p.p.s. i hope to record the song soon. stay with me.
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amandapalmer:

tattoos come into my life a lot, but this one broke my heart open.

neil and i both see a lot of tattoos of our words and works on people’s skin, and we have lots of weird tattoo anecdotes. last night I signed the inside of a girls thigh at the littlefield show and recommended that she walk home bowlegged because seriously that shit will sweat right the fuck off on a hot New York night. neil proudly tells the tale of the time someone got his signature on their arm in a signing line and then returned to the same signing line three hours later with saran wrap covering the freshly inked proof.

some people get my face tattooed on them. that always feels surreally challenging, to look at my own visage staring back at me from somebody else’s arm or back, like knowing I have sister-spy-selves all over the world, hiding under hoodies in the deep winter.

if you hadn’t noticed, i’ve been battling a kind of depression for the last few months. circumstances make it pretty understandable, i’m facing some crushing personal and business problems and feeling lonely and at loose ends in pretty much every department. the last time i was this low i was in college - unable to get out of bed and skipping classes. it wasn’t until i escaped the setting that things turned around. maybe tour will help. it never does.

anyway, I’m not so fucking depressed that i couldn’t write a song, which was the saving grace of last week, and having the house party in nashville actually directly kicked my ass to finish what I’d started, which was a massive blessing because i have a bad habit of finishing songs 20% and leaving them for years unless i have an active instant-gratification motivator (usually a show, and even better if its a show for 50 people in a house, where i feel safe to fuck it up).

so as i was writing and wandering from the verse into the first chorus, the words “i am bigger on the inside” spilled out and i thought…i can’t fucking use this. can i?

it had ricocheted from doctor who into my incredibly dark mood, and i felt conflicted…on the one side my little sobbing song and on the other side, hoards of people in tardis t-shirts. fuck it. yes.

and i used the lyric.

i played it, two hours after finishing it, for a teeny room of 15 people at the nashville house party and cried through most of the second and third verse.

a few days later i flew to milwaukee to play for pride festival. i was having a rough night. the darkness was getting the better of me. against all better judgment (it was an outdoor festival celebration of YAY) i stuck the song towards the end of my set - a quiet, 8-minute introspective and repetitive ukulele song that I couldn’t play through without my throat getting stuck because it was just too fucking sad.

the crowd had never heard the song, because it didn’t exist anywhere. i cried through verse two and three again and it was fine except that I went straight into the ukulele anthem afterwards and had a giant shiny glean of weeping-snot on my upper lip for the whole song. whatever. yes.

after the show i signed for a few hundred people. a boy asked me to write the chorus lyrics on his chest. the next day, he sent me this picture. he’d had them tattooed.

beat that, neil gaiman, i said, as i showed him the tweet, collapsing into a pile of useless blubbering on the floor of my mind.

but actually…there is no competition.

and this is what i see and understand about him, about me, about you, about doctor who, about coincidence, about the millions of ingredients and chances that lead us to this moment right here where we are facing each other (maybe through a screen, maybe not).

we are all connected - there is no way out, nor should there be.

say yes.

love
amanda

p.s. the body & the tattoo belong to gavin michael batker,
@shizaminnelli on twitter.

p.p.s. i hope to record the song soon. stay with me.

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“Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.” - Fight Club (Chuck Palahniuk)

sonneillonv: sonneillonv: carriecmoney: this started off as me thinking about how to design the women’s Starfleet uniform to be more action-y or something and then I thought about it and there’s gotta be a reason that the female officers haven’t protested yet, right? It’s totally because those dresses have the best damn pockets in the world, while the guys’ pants have none and somehow that led to this *cough*  Fun fact - these dresses?  Are a unisex uniform option.  In Starfleet anyone can wear them. Proof in case y’all didn’t believe me
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sonneillonv: sonneillonv: carriecmoney: this started off as me thinking about how to design the women’s Starfleet uniform to be more action-y or something and then I thought about it and there’s gotta be a reason that the female officers haven’t protested yet, right? It’s totally because those dresses have the best damn pockets in the world, while the guys’ pants have none and somehow that led to this *cough*  Fun fact - these dresses?  Are a unisex uniform option.  In Starfleet anyone can wear them. Proof in case y’all didn’t believe me
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sonneillonv: sonneillonv: carriecmoney: this started off as me thinking about how to design the women’s Starfleet uniform to be more action-y or something and then I thought about it and there’s gotta be a reason that the female officers haven’t protested yet, right? It’s totally because those dresses have the best damn pockets in the world, while the guys’ pants have none and somehow that led to this *cough*  Fun fact - these dresses?  Are a unisex uniform option.  In Starfleet anyone can wear them. Proof in case y’all didn’t believe me
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sonneillonv: sonneillonv: carriecmoney: this started off as me thinking about how to design the women’s Starfleet uniform to be more action-y or something and then I thought about it and there’s gotta be a reason that the female officers haven’t protested yet, right? It’s totally because those dresses have the best damn pockets in the world, while the guys’ pants have none and somehow that led to this *cough*  Fun fact - these dresses?  Are a unisex uniform option.  In Starfleet anyone can wear them. Proof in case y’all didn’t believe me
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sonneillonv:

sonneillonv:

carriecmoney:

this started off as me thinking about how to design the women’s Starfleet uniform to be more action-y or something

and then I thought about it and there’s gotta be a reason that the female officers haven’t protested yet, right? It’s totally because those dresses have the best damn pockets in the world, while the guys’ pants have none

and somehow that led to this

*cough*  Fun fact - these dresses?  Are a unisex uniform option.  In Starfleet anyone can wear them.

Proof in case y’all didn’t believe me

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droo216: fake movie meme → Guillermo del Toro’s Beauty and the Beast, with Emma Watson, Michael Fassbender, and Ian Holm Then Beauty began to cry, and wandered sadly back to her own room. But she soon found that she was very sleepy, and as she had nothing better to do she lay down and instantly fell asleep. And then she dreamed that she was walking by a brook bordered with trees, and lamenting her sad fate, when a young prince, handsomer than anyone she had ever seen, and with a voice that went straight to her heart, came and said to her, “Ah, Beauty! you are not so unfortunate as you suppose. Here you will be rewarded for all you have suffered elsewhere. Your every wish shall be gratified. Only try to find me out, no matter how I may be disguised, as I love you dearly, and in making me happy you will find your own happiness. Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for.” [x]
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droo216: fake movie meme → Guillermo del Toro’s Beauty and the Beast, with Emma Watson, Michael Fassbender, and Ian Holm Then Beauty began to cry, and wandered sadly back to her own room. But she soon found that she was very sleepy, and as she had nothing better to do she lay down and instantly fell asleep. And then she dreamed that she was walking by a brook bordered with trees, and lamenting her sad fate, when a young prince, handsomer than anyone she had ever seen, and with a voice that went straight to her heart, came and said to her, “Ah, Beauty! you are not so unfortunate as you suppose. Here you will be rewarded for all you have suffered elsewhere. Your every wish shall be gratified. Only try to find me out, no matter how I may be disguised, as I love you dearly, and in making me happy you will find your own happiness. Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for.” [x]
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droo216:

fake movie meme → Guillermo del Toro’s Beauty and the Beast, with Emma Watson, Michael Fassbender, and Ian Holm

Then Beauty began to cry, and wandered sadly back to her own room. But she soon found that she was very sleepy, and as she had nothing better to do she lay down and instantly fell asleep. And then she dreamed that she was walking by a brook bordered with trees, and lamenting her sad fate, when a young prince, handsomer than anyone she had ever seen, and with a voice that went straight to her heart, came and said to her, “Ah, Beauty! you are not so unfortunate as you suppose. Here you will be rewarded for all you have suffered elsewhere. Your every wish shall be gratified. Only try to find me out, no matter how I may be disguised, as I love you dearly, and in making me happy you will find your own happiness. Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for.” [x]

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