A video! Let's see if this works!

Hey! Here's a video of my sister and I doing our comedy routine at the Ft. Indiantown Gap Reenactment in January :D

BIG NEWS!

THERE IT IS! My very own Playboy Special editions cover! YEAH! HOORAY! It's so exciting to see myself in print, I'm at a loss for words! WOOOHOOO!

Ok, so in other news, if you'd like to order one, go to my site- www.titanialyn.com and follow the instructions. I'll paypal invoice you and you'll get a signed copy to your address of choosing.

In celebration of my boobs on the cover of a magazine, I'm going to go sing Karaokee tonight. (Angel is the Centerfold, anyone?)

If you are going to San Fransisco...

...be sure to wear flowers in your hair.

Is it possible to long, even miss, an era you were never part of? I catch myself listening to Simon and Garfunkel, The Mommas and the Poppas, The Beatles and I long to be a teenager with my mom, getting my girlfriends together to listen to a new record that one of us got with our paycheck from the five and dime. Not being tethered to a cell phone, a computer... the moon landing and a summer by the lake.

I wouldn't want my brothers being shipped off to Vietnam, the scare of nuclear weapons... all of those things, but I think about the things happening now in the world, and I don' t things are really any better or worse. They are just different.

With the work I've done with www.classic-pinup.com (modeling for and promoting the charity calendar) I've found a love for the WWII era. The fashion, the music, the history... all of it really intrigues me. I love dressing in period clothing and going to the reenactment events, flirting with soldiers, dancing, and zooming around in period military vehicles. My grandmother told me that my pinup work would have made my grandfather, a veteran gunner, proud. I wouldn't wish a world war on anyone, but I sort of want to go be my grandma's best friend for a while.



(top photo: http://gamini.org, bottom photo: American Air Museum, Long Island)

Atlanta ate my soul... or at least the phone.

Blarg.

Somehow between texting home to let everyone know I'm safe and sound and waiting to get off the plane and a truck stop an hour or so north of ATL, the phone took a run for it. Grew legs and waltzed off. Poof! GONE!

Shit.

I noticed it gone when I went to make a superfluous phone call about Delilah and a song our friend sings at karaoke after getting cookies and a diet coke at McDonald's. I took the little change I had left to call home (10 minutes of long distance for a dollar!) to figure out what to do.

Really really up shit creek this time. I hope I make it through the next 10 days...

(photograph by Greg Lankenau, who happens to be very tall)