RE-Post: PIX: New Glasses

I've re-posted this so LJ peeps could comment here. I can't figure out why the LJ cross-post plugin doesn't allow comments here like it's supposed to. Boo.
(And you all can certainly post there. Once you're approved, you're gold. I miss your comments! ;___;)

All of my glasses have arrived from Goggles4U.com, and now here are the much-requested pix.

BTW, all three pairs have glass lenses with anti-reflective, scratch resistance and UV filter included, photochromic (darkens in sunlight) tint and shipped free. Total cost for all three pairs: a skosh over $100. , half of what my last (discounted) pair cost.

B&W Naughty Nerd:

Orange Lucky Charms:

Shiny Shiny Retro:

More notes at my Flickr set.

If you don't buy your next glasses from Goggles4U.com, you are just wasting money on a ripoff! (Except for DareDiva, who has a badass script and has to have them made locally.) Just think: the money you save can buy you a commission from me!

Happy 45th Birthday to Me!

Pretty cool, huh?

After the fire, I thought I might not live to 43, I was so depressed. A very smart doctor made the first correct diagnosis of the nature of my depression and changed my life.

Last year at this time, my long time friend Dave Stevens died and I realized I didn't want to spend the rest of my life (or stb-ex's) making do in a relationship that depended on me accepting no affection, no passion, and a partner who found me unattractive in the name of "love."

I think Dave is a shithead for not telling me he was sick, but the way he regretted his life before he was sick, and how he lived it after was a real kick in the ass.

Last year at this time, I and my fellow Comic Book Tattoo contributors were blasting out the best work of of most of our careers, underneath the enthusiastic (or is that passionate? grin grin) leadership of Rantz Hoseley. I was doing my comeback work. We were in CBT Daylight Saving Time: we'd found out we had a month less than we thought. We all still fucking rocked that book. This is important because at this time last year I was completely vapor-locked on my CBT work because stb-ex was gringing about me taking back end pay, how long before I got money, why wouldn't I do insurance instead? In short, he really did not get how important CBT was and was going to be.

Dave died, I told stb-ex I was divorcing him (for the second time in six months), knew I was not going back, and I was able to work again.

This day two years ago, we moved back into the house. Unlike the day it burned down, which was a beautiful day weather-wise, it was raining. The house burned down on stb-ex's birthday and we moved back in on mine.

I've said it many times before, I'm saying it again, and will say it many more times: there is not a day that passes where I do not think of the generosity and love of strangers and friends, because it is constantly around me.

Thank you all.