Fuck It Up!

Heads Up! Pigface online listening party – new album finished! 

Hey! Join me tonight, Tuesday, June 9 at 8:00pm CST for an online Pigface listening party. I’ll be chatting online with Martin Atkins and other special guests while listening to the 6 – the new album.. 

This album has been a long time coming. Pigface started recording (and filming) at the very end of the Free For All tour – some 3.5 years in the making and five years since the last album. You’d better get your head on straight and listen to some of the new songs before the tour is announced!

To participate in the listening party go here: http://invisiblerecords.com/community/news/-test- 
and click the big button that says enter the chat room. 

Photographing the Monster Under the Bed

Finally, childhood photography I can appreciate: the horror photography of Joshua Hoffine.

I’m Too Cheap to Buy You Something…

…but I can totally hit ’send’. With the ecomony tanking and pretty much everyone pinching pennies this year, and with me being the out-of-work wonder, I’m eschewing Xmas cards and going the eCard route this year. And also because I found Someecards.com.

Kinda like MarriedToThe Sea. But cards.

A Matter of Scale

As some of you may know, I have a serious fascination with all things small. From chihuahuas to those tiny cupcakes at Whole Foods, I get giddy over the little things in life. Yesterday I discovered the amazing miniature worlds of Tessa Farmer over on Chloe St. Reagan’s blog, Shoplifting in a Ghost Town. These are somehow made with tree roots, which just boggles my mind. You can see the scale- that’s a bee.

Other tiny things I’m in love with right now:

Deb Jackson’s historical miniatures have plenty of poison boxes and apothecaries, but it is her tiny implements of torture and antique medical implements that really take the cake. Tiny dunking chair? Tiny joint-crushing screw? Tiny Vapors of Fetid Graveyards? Pictured: 1/12 scale trepanning set.

More Medical Miniatures

More Implements of Torture

These wee apothecary jars were a custom job from Porcelain Fantasies, who also sell blanks so that you can paint and label them yourself. They also made a custom bleeding dish for the same setup!

Tiny condensing jar with stand

How about incredibly perfect little lab equipment for the tiny mad scientist? Ray Storey Lighting, which otherwise provides perfectly sensible dollhouse lamps and lighting fixtures, just so happens to also carry not just beakers and Bunsen burners, but an array of glassware that would make any tiny meth lab proud.

Kerri Pajutee makes extremely realistic miniature animals. Including taxidermy moose and the occasional flying monkey.

And, of course, no haunted dollhauz would be complete without a casket in the parlor, like this one from out buddies over at Pushin’ Daisies:

November/ December Upcoming Events

I’ll be gogo-ing Nov. 29th at Club Suicide (now at the Dragonfly).

The New Suicidegirls book, Beauty Redefined, is coming out. To help promote, I’ll be at the following signings in LA;

*December 4th at Roccocco Rendevous. (I’m gonna need a new Lolita dress!)

*December 6th at Club Suicide (now at the Dragonfly)

*December 11 at Meltdown Comics, 7 pm

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-Check out the December issue of Status, INK for the big Brimstone Organics ad featuring yours truly, and shot by the incomparable Taye Lore.

Coney Island of the Mind

To me, there has always been a sanctity in freakshows. Mutation, after all, is the secret of our success. Even when it fails, even when it sputters out and dies in the first breaths, it always seems to me a great and beautiful risk- life itself reaching for the stars, failures without which we would never have pulled ourselves out of the sludge or onto two feet, never have learned to sing or write or fly to the moon. The pickled punk as religious relic for the secular- proof positive of the genius of evolution.

This goes hand-in-hand with the modern mysticism of the roadside attraction as shrine, the circus bigtop as revival tent, the dime museum as reliquary. My annual visit to The Thing is, in it’s own way, a pilgrimage.

Brad Miller, "Miss Torso"

Ten Ways to Get Your Freak On:

Watch:

• Freaks, the 1932 movie that might have started it all

Read:

• Neil Gaiman’s American Gods
• Katherine Dunn’s Geek Love
• Tom Robbins’ Another Roadside Attraction

Study:

• Coney Island Sideshow School

Surf:

• Munkey Haus, the photography of Brad Miller

Shop:

• Serena Brewer’s handmade Fiji Mermaids
• Madame Talbot’s curio exhibit

Visit:

• The Mutter Musuem: The Museum of the College of Physicians of Philadelphia

Wonder:

• The Thing: What is it?

My Own Worst Enemy

For those of you that caught my brief appearance on NBC’s new Christian Slater vehicle “My Own Worst Enemy” this week, thanks for all the mail! My phone started ringing as soon as it came on, and I couldn’t BELIEVE how many people saw it. Amelia over at BlueBlood was so excited she posted a short interview with me about my experiences on set, along with a gallery of screen shots. For anyone who missed the show (or, like me, lives without a TV), the episode is called “Not My Son” and is available as a free download on the NBC website.

Nixon and Christian Slater on the set of "My Own Worst Enemy"

Chihuahua GaGa

Minnie

Originally uploaded by suicidenixon

This is just me, playing around with what happens when I throw a painting into Photoshop and start mucking around with the Lighting Effects filters…

Talking in my Sleep

liketoast

Originally uploaded by suicidenixon

This week I picked up paint and brushes again for the first time in a very long time. I’ve tried a few times in the last year or two, but nothing would come out. I would sit for an hour or two staring at the canvas or paper, globbing paint into forms that seemed alien and painfully askew, and the I would get frustrated and everything would go back into the closet again.

Part of this was the overpowering depression that I was under, part the lack of space and light and time. But a few months ago, I found myself doodling at work again. Doodling had long since dropped from the list of things I did to waste time, and it’s recurrence was rather surprising. In part, I have Eliza Gauger to thank, as she doodled back at me and caused an escalation of creepy doodles left as notes in odd places.

Then, I had a conversation the other night with the boy, and in the frank and honest way he has he drew my attention to the fact that I had been churning out a whole lot of nothing lately. It was like I had nothing to say, but I couldn’t stop talking. Or, I was just lazy. Or maybe I fell into bad habits when I was too depressed to do anything but keep breathing.

He’s right. It’s time to quit coasting.

Starbucks and the Mermaid Problem

Wikipedia defines the Mermaid problem as: “an observation occasionally mentioned in literature, concerning the difficulty of having sexual intercourse with a mermaid”. Yep, that’s tough. It is just impossible to get into Ariel’s pants. However, as it turns out, back in the old days mermaid anatomy was a bit more sensible- many early mermaids are pictured with two tails, leaving space between them for a vagina. Just in case that wasn’t obvious enough for you, the standard pose for these mermaids was lying on their backs, split tails wrapped up over their heads in a way that I’ve see most often in parts of the Kama Sutra. Mermaid porn, as it were. The funny thing is, one of there spread-eagle sirens is so common amongst us that you are probably sitting near her right now. She’s been censored ofer the last few years, of course- you can probably only see her face. But if you’ve lived in the Northeast for a while, you may well be able to think WAAAY back, to when the Starbucks logo looked like this:

That’s right. Tits out, spread-eagled, and ready to jam out with her clam out.

Sadly, though, these days her tails are just at the edges of the design and her boobs are gone altogether.

Fuck you, Starbucks. I like porn with my coffee.

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For more mermaid porn, check out my new set on Suicidegirls.com, “Mermaid Fantasy”