I Am Iron Mandi
Fo' Shizzle, Welcome To My dA Hizzle.
Sit your ass down.
Hold onto something.
Quit crying.
All joking aside, my name is Mandi, I'm an Aries, (fight me), hobby artist (I guess you could call me that), and resident domesticated redhead. (When I'm not dying my locks brown for a change of pace). I reside in the lovely dairy state of Wisconsin, I spend my days sketching nonsensically, blurting out asinine sentence fragments at those I love and studying serial killers in a manner that's quite disturbing, given the fact I'm not an active homicide detective.
I love law enforcement, my Mama, drawing, Adult Swim cartoons and my petite, rambunctious tabby, Edith. And you. I also love you.
I hate drug abuse, car crashes, dishonesty and bananas. Drama, too. Don't be comin' here with that drama; you can check that sh*t at the door. Remember to take it with you when you leave. All unclaimed drama left behind will be promptly discarded and probably set on fire.
So, all that said, enjoy your visit, look around, leave comments, good, bad, indifferent or ridiculous. Share your favorite conspiracy theory. Tell me a deep, dark secret. Drop a recipe that a remedial cook such as myself would be able to make. Got a seriously inappropriate dirty joke? Give the joke to me. What's your favorite color? Heck, tell me how your day went, how you found me in the dA Wild or just go nuts and type out some good old fashioned nonsense.
Questions? Comments? Happy thoughts? Note me, email me, text me, call me, DM me, add me, or send me a carrier pigeon. Smoke signals and Pony Express are also effective methods of contact.
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Well, no escaping it; today is the twenty-fourth anniversary of the day I lost my biological dad to pancreatic cancer. I hold a deep rooted grudge against cancer to this day; anything that looks or sounds like cancer can go kick rocks.
Actor Mandy Patinkin, Inigo Montoya from the immortal film, The Princess Bride, said that somewhere around the time of filming this epic masterpiece, his father had died. (Of cancer, I think, but I can't attest to that with any impressive degree of certainty). He said that Inigo's mantra, (I suppose you could call it that), "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!," spoke to him on a personal level. The scene where the Six Fingered Man offered him anything he wants, just don't kill me, he snarled, "I want my father back, you son of a bitch!" Mandy said that when he filmed that scene, he was talking to the cancer that killed his dad. I felt that. I felt that so intensely, I wanted to reach out, tell him, "I
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Wolf Totem
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The HU. On YouTube. Go, right now, and watch their Wolf Totem music video. I've watched it five times, easily. Most likely even more, and I'm gonna keep watching it because woah, Dudes... that is some serious stuff. There's something so... tribal, violent and primitive, but more than that, it's something dangerous, foreboding and terrifying. It's a declaration of war. It's extreme, intense... an immediate threat -- it's Death Itself. And it isn't coming; it's here.
This is the kind of music I live for. Music that can't be put into words or described, I don't care what language you speak or how versed you are in it. This is music you just have to hear, and sometimes see, to understand. Sometimes you won't even be able to understand what you're hearing... sometimes, all you can do is witness it.
I had heard throat singing before, I do like it, but this? This is something entirely different for me. Something about this particular song/video makes me ... I don't know.
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My Bad.
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Been super busy and neglected my dA page, comments, notes, chats... this makes me a horrible individual, but thank you all for staying with me... assuming you did. If you didn't, I don't blame you. I'd have assumed I had run away to God knows where or I'd keeled over. But you know what they say about assumptions... it makes an ass of u and me.
So... what's been happenin' in Happy Happy Mandi Land? Work. I went to see Mike in Chicago for a few days, had a great time. When I wasn't following Mike all over Creation, I followed his two cats around, Gracie the floofy gray kitty and Gilligan the loud, yowly Bengal. Gracie's my girl; she seems to like me and has stopped being skittish when I come to visit, and actually walked up to me and permitted me to pet her. Gilligan is more or less indifferent to my presence, but by no means does he dislike me... he's just not that into me. Even having heard him be vocal on many occasions, I still panic when I hear him meow. It's more
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Maybe... Death and The Doomsday Prophet
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So... just read online that Chad Daybell, husband of Lori Vallow Daybell, an author of religious fiction, (or, what I think is), "Standing In Holy Places," was convicted of murder of Tylee Ryan, JJ Vallow and Tammy Daybell... and subsequently sentenced to death for his crimes.
And I'm sitting here, feeling painfully conflicted.
My spiritual beliefs are being tried on this one. I will be quick to tell you, I do NOT condone the death penalty, ever, ever, forever and NEVER, amen... Killing for revenge or "punishment" is wrong in my book; always has been, always gonna be. I think it's cruel and unusual punishment as well as contradictory to the values of our Justice System, which is not based on retribution, but rehabilitation. Death doesn't rehabilitate sh*t. If you disagree, I do understand, and I understand on account that I don't know.
I don't know what to do with a maniacal zealot who manipulated his faith to justify his actions. I don't know what you do with a man as cold
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I Am Iron Mandi
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A very happy birthday to Robert Downey, Jr., as well as Heath Ledger, God rest his soul.
I wanted to stop and say thank you to both of these great men for the way they've both influenced my life.
Sadly, we lost Heath to drugs, and that same poison seriously messed up Robert.
And both of their stories, the triumph and the tragedy, have deeply impacted my life.
Like Heath and Robert, I was once addicted to drugs, too. I lost six years to them, and while that's awful, I remain ever grateful that it was six years and not seven. Or an entire lifetime, whether that's to my death or a lifelong dependency on poison, I don't know... and I don't know which fate would be worse.
Heath scared me. He scared me straight, because I was doing the same drugs he was. I will never celebrate the fact drugs ended his life, but I am eternally grateful that his, well... sacrifice put the fear of God into me, and showed me, hey, what you're doing isn't cute, Mandi. Think about your family; are you
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Thank you for the Diamond Badge!💗
Thanks 4 the favs!
Thanks so much for the Diamond Badge!
Happy Birthday! 
Thanks for the faves
So you speak more than one language?