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GIF It To Me! [ Princess Hijab and Other Animated Awesomesaucery ]

As A Kid, I Often Said I Wished I Could Speak In Hieroglyphics

symbols, gif, animated gif

“How rad it would be,” I thought
[ though — since the timeline I'm referencing is circa rural Arkansas —
quite likely not verbatim, my choice of vernacular ]

“If I could speak in pictures. Fancy symbols, and all that shit . . .”
Meaning : not carved in stone, but rather contained
in word bubbles,
like in a comic strip

eye of horus

Y E A H .

A funny thing, time : cycles : that symbol of the serpent swallowing its tail . . .All these years later, and where do I find myself? Obsessed with animated .gifs / yearning to communicate by means of a visual vocabulary. But I mean . . . let’s face it : Does this gem excavated-from-the-uncredited-swag-on-imgur from Tod Browning‘s silent film The Show [ image source / with kind regards to Mogsville ] not speak volumes?

casting away, animated gif

Or how about the next, in terms of a comment response?

bloody,GIF

[ Source: Sex With God : tumblr ]

And this flash-tastic action? Is it worth the proverbial thousand?

scary, clown, GIF

[ Or has 'creepy' been eclipsed by the contest of All-The-Fucks-You-Don't-Give? ]

GIF, animated gif, GIF it to me

Hasty generalizations and snide jabs swept aside like unpaid internships, corporeal punishment, or any scenario in which Unique, Special Beings aren’t coddled — even and especially when [ HARMPH! ] “bored. So tot-al-ly bored” : Animated awesomesaucery is served with syllables and consonants, on occasion.

For example : this little ditty by Seacrestcheadle, which I would’ve plastered on my pal Ugly Shyla‘s wall many moons ago, if Facefail permitted such forms of communication [ because yeah, She Gets It ]

internet famous, animated gif

Alas, Focus! I need focus!

Seacrestcheadle isn’t why I’ve chosen to get bloggy this fine day [ though worthy a post of his own, indeed! ] Au contraire, I’ve intended to post about the following individual for quite some time now . . .and finally : here we are — and here I am.

If by chance you’re not familiar with the guerilla art of Princess Hijab,

Then please consider this a formal invitation to become acquainted : your introduction by way of brief video clip [ courtesy : Ghosts Of Many via Live Leak ]

O.K. — Now that I’ve provided a bit of background info . . .

GIF, GIF it to me

Aside from recalcitrant acts of Hijabization, the Princess constructs some friggin’ amazing GIF animados ; must admit.

And since ultimately, that’s what I’m ‘on about’ today . . .

C H E C K ± T H E S E :

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Princess Hijab

Madonna, animated gif, Princess Hijab

animated gif, Princess Hijab

Princess Hijab

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animated gif, Princess Hijab

╬  For a full-page GIF-tastic sensory overload, check out 8 BITZ PER PIxEL

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Black Ibis Tarot-Au-Go-Go

As aforementioned, Bethalynne Bajema‘s Black Ibis tarot deck — a veritable companion to the graphic novel of the same name, and act of cartomancy in which I appear as The Hierophant — is available for public consumption.

Cue the cornets, please . . . A fanfare is appropriate!

Moreover, The Black Ibis Tarot — a complete collection of artwork in the deck, accompanied by quotations relevant to each of the Major Arcana — is available in book form.

Among the luminaries Bajema chose to to illustrate her underworld :

Kambriel as The Priestess

Ugly Shyla as XIII Death

Suzanne Gerber as XIV Temperance

Meredith Yayanos as XIX The Sun

Zoetica Ebb as XVIII The Moon

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She Ain’t Ugly; She’s My Shyla.

Rifling through the ridiculous four-digit number of unanswered missives clogging my In-Box like a steady diet of deep-fried dill pickles, KFC and biscuits slathered in bacon fat does the arteries, it took but a cursory glance at the last sacrilegious e-card Ugly Shyla sent starring Scooter (R.I.P.), her three-legged cat, and I was transported back to April of 2003.  Convergence, an annual festival for those more shadowy in spirit, had booked me as a spoken word performer among that year’s roster.  Jared, ever the trooper in terms of road trips, had joined me on this excursion to Las Vegas: convention capitol of the world, tackiest city in the country, and home of the flamingo-themed Hilton hotel where for four days it was as if a black cloud descended upon its fuchsia presence.

That’s when I first “officially” met Shyla ♥—

Why the quotation marks?  A counter-culture periodical entitled  Swag had premiered around this time, and both Shyla and I graced its pages.  I’d read the feature on her and hence already knew about the ‘morbid fine art’ dolls she creates, her involvement with the performance art troupe (A-M-F), her wicked sense of personal style (fish-hooks through flesh used in lieu of garter belts), how her mom (known in the scene as ‘Goth Mom’) turned her on to the joys of John Waters, Satanism and transvestites.  All of that was fine and fascinating, but—more than anything—I was intrigued by the knowledge that this remarkable creature hailed from a tiny town called Jennings, Louisiana.

My own history composed of 18 years in Nowheresville, Arkansas—where I grew up not on a street, but a ‘Rural Route’ consisting of dirt and gravel—I can’t help but be drawn to other southern-fried freaks.  Not so much for the sake of sharing tear-stained stories of persecution, but rather because some of the most fascinating individuals I’ve ever met have sprouted from completely random spots among The Fly-Over States’ detritus.  While it sucked with sharp fangs during those days of puberty and pimples, I’m grateful to have developed as an individual without a clique to inform or guide me.  Said another way?  There was no “Check-List of Cool,” no tables in the caf polarized by those who fit within the parameters of Punk, Goth, Mod, Ska, etc.

When there’s no need to conform among the non-conformists?  That’s when the aberrant has an opportunity to define itself.

But I digress.  Ugly Shyla is aberrant, if anything—and sick, sick, siiiick in the best sense of the word.


::  A Sexy Shyla Pin-Up Print :: Available Through Her Web Shop ::

We clocked each other in the (ahem) “Bizarre Bazaar”: me in a custom Liz McGrath pinstripe suit adorned with gaping wounds and open sores oozing with red glitter; she in a pristine white baby doll dress that’d been ripped apart and re-stitched with thick black thread to match her full-eye black sclera contacts.

Sure, there’s the blue hair, the fishnets: this is familiar territory for most of us.

But once we made it past the “Don’t-I-Know-You-From…” social pleasantries?

That’s when I began to learn the good stuff.


:: artwork utilizing menstrual blood as a medium ::

Don’t just take my word for it, though.

Stop by her self-proclaimed “trailer park of the internet” ( Ugly Shyla Dot Com ); peruse her on-line gallery ( Ugly Art Dot Net ); give her Etsy marketplace a gander ( Ugly Art On Etsy ) and come to your own conclusions.

Rather than a welcome mat, you’ll be greeted by an image of your hostess bound in a warm, fuzzy straightjacket.  It might be hard to make out what she’s saying on account of the Hannibal Lecter-Lite safety guard that obscures her mouth…but if you look deep into those eyes eclipsed by contact lenses a ruptured shade of red, there’s an inherent sense that in Ugly Shyla’s world—complete with gauche magenta-on-pink animal-print wallpaper and the royal proclamation “Mental Illness With Style” scrawled in a gorgeous font rife with manic intensity—this is her version of an invitation to step inside.

Then, once you ease into the nascent stages of dementia via multi-sensory bombardment,

once you abandon all distinctions between what’s extreme and what’s extremely absurd,

it’s hard not to feel immediately welcomed…and at home.

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