If this isn't enough to make Star Trek one of the best movies ever, then I have no idea what is wrong with you:
I also realized today that my top five favorite movies are as follows, in no particular order:

Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
Star Trek
James Cameron's Avatar
Dumb and Dumber
Hot Rod

What does that say about me?
Who cares?



Santa Hookin' Me Up With Some Lady Gaga Heartbeats

See my new earphones? I <3>

I have to go to Andrews right now,but here is a list of five things I am in love with right this very second:

1. Downloading music.
2. My Zune
3. Orajel
4. Plaid
5. God.

More later. I'll let you know if Santa spent his (her) $108.24 wisely. If not, I'm going to write Lady Gaga and Dr. Dre a letter.


The City Calls.

When I feel alone, my heart always feels drawn to the city. It's difficult to disappear here. In a small town, there's so much familiarity.....and especially here, there's so much open space. There's nowhere to lose yourself where I live. There's nowhere to go in the middle of the night when you need some sort of nihilistic activity to keep your mind busy. I love the idea of being around hundreds and thousands of people, yet maintaining some anonymity. There's solace and companionship found in that, and in turn, a strange comfort. To me, the city is a brooding place. You can get on the subway and never, ever stop. You can walk on a bridge and watch thousands of lives and events unfold right in front of you, your presence unbeknown to the players. It's where I wish I was tonight....so that I could be lost and found; so that I might be alone and accompanied.

My heart doesn't feel right here. I wonder what it is that makes a heart feel settled, and whether that thing, that feeling, that person, is, or will ever be, within my grasp.


"SOO-DOO-KO", Christmas, etc.

Guess what it's time for again....

THE PARTY. My lovely Twilight-reading friends will once again gather for this momentous (and illegal) party. It is illegal this time, because New Moon is still in theatres. I have borrowed a surreptitiously made and obtained bootleg copy of the movie, which we will be watching on my new television. As the photo above indicates, there will once again be gifts. I can't show you what's in them, because the party isn't until Saturday, and some of the invitees read my blog, so NO MICHELLE. NO HINTS. I am very excited, but I still have to do some food shopping and decorating beforehand.

I also want to share with the world the fact that my parents, who don't look old, but actually are kind of old, now sit at the table and do Sudoku puzzles together. What's funny about this, is instead of using the proper pronunciation, which I believe is "soo-DOH-koo", they say, "SOO_doo-koh", which is funnier. They also each have their own SOODOOKOH system, and are insistent that their way is the best. Here is a picture of them at work when they came to visit me the other day:

This night was funny, because at one point, they were all quiet, and then my dad goes, "OH NO, I HAVE TWO FOURS!!!!" They are awesome.

And, finally, Christmas is upon us. I did happen to decorate, but somehow, I don't have one red or green decoration. Here is a photo of my living room:

I've really been enjoying the tree. I actually wish I could keep it up all the time, but I'm pretty sure that's one of those things that would very quickly push me even further into the "weird" category.

Lots to do yet. Ta ta.


Hello. I am not dead. PLUS, I HATE MY NEW NEIGHBOR.!! FAT BLOG POST!!!

Before anything, we shall discuss my new neighbor. This person has only been here for three days, and already, I have made some incredibly distressing observations:
  1. There is a very cheesy, shellacked dresser that someone left in front of the hedge at the bottom of the stairs. I am guessing it broke when they tried to carry it upstairs, but instead of taking it over to the dumpster, they just left it by the bushes.
  2. Every day, there has been some weird note stuck to her door from random people. I haven't gotten up the balls to read them, because it's not really any of my business, but the handwriting is loopy, and appears to belong to a stripper.
  3. The neighbor owns a BICHON FRISE. I hate curly dogs. Period.
  4. The neighbor, who is female, has had NO FEWER than FIVE DIFFERENT MEN over in less than a THREE DAY PERIOD. And I'm not talking good, or even decent-looking men. I am talking about scary, bearded, RAW men, with bandannas tied around their heads, and workboots on. I doubt they have even showered before coming over.
  5. When I came home today, there was all this SHIT just PILED at the top of the stairs, on the landing. There's some huge backing to a cheap shelf, a box full of cheap shoes, TWO BAGS OF EFFING GARBAGE, and a small pile of self-help books, of which the top one reads, "FEELING GOOD: HOW TO DEAL WITH EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE." Great.
  6. She has some manner of job where she comes and goes LATE, like past eleven. She does not dress like someone with an education, or even someone with a great deal of street sense.
I cannot deal with all this SHIT at the top of the stairs. Here. I will post a picture.

If anyone has some advice, I would love to hear it, because right now I am having fantasies of taping all of her garbage to her door.


I HAVE NOT TOLD YOU ANYTHING ABOUT AFI, which was LOVELY.....here is a photo:

We were right in the front....had a fantastic time. I love, love, love them.

I think I already mentioned that I got a new tattoo:

AFI stands for "A Fire Inside". This one was done at Southpaw Tattoo in San Antonio.

It's late, folks, and I have group tomorrow, and I want to get to sleep before midnight, so I'm going to shove off now, and try to forget about my neighbor, who will heretofore be known as "Bambi".



UGH! Facebook Rant, Sickness, Not even any good photos.

I don't even have a photo for you today. Not even a bad one.

It seems like since Thanksgiving, I have had some physical malady plaguing my general health.

First, it was the piercing. I pierced my bottom lip, on the right side. I absolutely adored it. It didn't hurt too badly, and really didn't swell...until about a week afterwards. The piercing itself was fine. It wasn't infected, what did swell up was the area of my lip right above the piercing. It swelled up so much that the skin broke, and everything stung like hell. It wouldn't go down, and the skin on the inside of my lip started to swell around the back of the post. Needless to say, it drove me to distraction and I had to take it out, which I was LOATHE to do, but had no choice. After a visit to my friend the doctor, she told me that I was ALLERGIC TO THE STAINLESS STEEL POST. What? I have stainless steel in my nose, I've had it in my tongue, NEVER had a problem. She tells me that the skin on the lip is more sensitive. Great. Allergic to stainless steel. Hope I never have to get any kind of lip surgery. Anyway, I loved the piercing, it was a pain in my craw to take it out, but as soon as I did, it healed up within two days, and the swelling was gone.


AFTERWARDS, I had to wait for the broken skin on my lip to heal, which took forever, and it HURT like a fever blister, but it wasn't a fever blister, it was a laceration, and it stung and throbbed like a robin's ass for almost a week. Then it went away.

I also got another tattoo, on the inside of my left wrist, thereby completely convincing my mother that I am either a devil worshiper, or an anarchist, or both. It has healed relatively well, but, thanks to the bitter cold weather (which i love, don't get me wrong) is still kind of dry-ish. I'm hoping that's temporary. I am also recovering from a sinus/respiratory infection that I came down with on Saturday and had to get a shot for on Monday. I still don't feel super, and my entire left sinus cavity is clogged and being difficult. I wish they could Roto-Rooter your sinuses.

Anyway, I'm about to go to bed, but first, a Facebook rant. This is not the first time anyone has typed this, but I'm going to just say it for myself:

I do not want to play Farmville. I do not want to know What Type of Alcohol You Are. I do not want to see that you have sent a "BLOND (misspelling copied from the actual post) WITH OILED UP MELONS" to your friends. I do not care that you cleaned your fish tank. I do not want to know Who Is Your True Love or what Sex In The City Character Are You. I do not want to see photos you took of yourself that give me a glimpse of your: a) cleavage; b)drunk face; or c) your cleavage or your drunk face. While I am quite sure that I have probably annoyed others with my own Facebook, activity, I am sick and cranky enough right now that I am comfortable just bitching about the violations listed above.



WTF???? Adam Lambert and Patty the Hamster Discussions.

Before I show you the picture that made me AUDIBLY GASP in my own home, I will state the following facts:

  • I do NOT watch American Idol.
  • I DID, however, see that Adam Lambert guy sing once and I was like, "He's hot."
  • I also know that he is gay, and there is nothing wrong with a gay guy being hot.
That being said, I saw that his new album (release date next Tuesday) is a top seller on Amazon, so I previewed the song snippets. First of all...I didn't like the music, which kind of sucks, because I wanted to like it. THEN, I saw THIS:

I'm sorry...WHO is the concept artist here? There's no doubt that he's an extremely impressive-looking person....and I like eyeliner on guys, but EYESHADOW? DRAG QUEEN EYESHADOW? A BLACK FINGERLESS GLOVE WITH CHAINS ON IT? A DEMURE VIGNETTE AROUND HIS BARE HAIRLESS SHOULDERS AND CHEST? A

I gaped for like, thirty whole seconds. It's beautiful, but in an "OMG is this real" kind of way. Could they possibly have included any more stereotypical gay elements in this assemblage? I do not think so.

Oh, Adam.

Anyway, sorry I've been out. The past two weeks have been very busy....work continues to be a little more time-consuming than usual, I've gotten all new clients at my contract job and have been running intakes for a month straight on Wednesdays, and I have a craft class thing that I'm doing in December, so I've been preparing for that as well. Tomorrow is my last day of work and then I'll be on vacation for ten days, but I'm bringing my laptop, so I should be able to update periodically.

The only other update is about Patty, my hamster. To make a long story short, I heard her messing around so loudly the other morning that she woke me up, and when I got up to see what she was doing, I was greeted by this:
Now, she's done this tons of times before. She stuffs all the paper under the wheel so it won't turn and then climbs on the wheel and tries to jump onto the edge of the tank. At this point, she turns around and looks at me:
and then JUMPS OUT OF THE TANK and proceeds to FALL THREE FEET ONTO THE FLOOR and since there's nowhere for her to go but towards me, she scampers, resigned, over to me where I scoop her into her stupid hamster elevator and put her BACK in the tank, and I scold her (while wagging my finger at her, no less) telling her that she fell the equivalent of like, FIFTY HAMSTER STORIES and was probably hemorrhaging, and I was NOT going to take her to the Hamster E.R., and she was grounded from her wheel for a whole hour. Dammit.

So now, my friend is calling me from a gay bar in Galveston called The Pink Dolphin and telling me everything that is going on out on the back porch area.

I shall leave you with that. See? Pink Dolphin, full circle to the Adam Lambert photo.

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving! Talk at you's soon.

P.S. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want his mascara, though.


Lucky 7....

A somewhat relaxing weekend. I chose to, instead of doing laundry, take out my watercolors and actually watch some tutorials, which helped. Here is a list of things I learned that anyone who knows anything about watercolor painting already knows, and you will think I am Totally Stupid, but here it goes:

  • You have to stretch the paper. This consists of taping your watercolor paper down with masking tape to a special board (which, lo and behold, I already had) because you are going to wet it like, fifty thousand times, and it's going to just warp and curl up everywhere if you don't tape it down.
  • Before you even start to paint, you have to wet the whole paper down, and then let it dry, so it can do its "primary warping", or whatever.
  • I WAS smart enough to draw my picture onto the paper with waterproof ink. Go me.
  • Start with the lightest color first.
  • One cup holds dirty water, one cup holds clean water.
Give me a break. I totally cannot paint. I can crochet you a universe of useless dolls, but I cannot paint. ANYHOW, I found an image on Flickr that seemed kind of easy to draw. (Credit for the image can be found here ==> (click.) I still have a lot to learn...particularly, how to blend colors, and just general shading techniques, but I was not altogether disgusted by the end result:
I also was wandering around my house with my camera, and got this sweet shot of Raggedy Ann sitting on a bowl of yarn:

Regarding life details, not much is going on. I just realized that it's going to be somewhat of a full week....I have a few appointments on Monday and Tuesday, plus I have to go to Andrews on Tuesday and do an intake and run group....then Wed. I have off, which is completely useless, because I have to work on Thursday. Off on Friday, then working on Saturday running the chaperone program AND polygraphs, no work on the Monday after that, then work the 17th-19th, and THEN, I'm OFF for like a BILLION days.

I am so sure you wanted to know all that.

The FUN info, is that my week off will hopefully include the following:
  • Lip piercing. Yay!
  • New tattoo. Yay!
  • Help brother and his family move in. Not so Yay.
  • Thanksgiving.
  • Shopping. Yay!
Life is sweet. Like Raisinets.



Finished this just a little while ago....
(See credit and pattern in previous post).

Never was there a better T.V. character than Sheldon Cooper.

P.S. Yarn has gone up SIXTY CENTS in less than a year. I thought they were cloning sheeps!! It should be cheaper!!

yes, I know, "sheeps" is not right.

Awesome Meatloaf turned out very well.


Michael Jackson, Michale Graves, Yarn, and Meatloaf.

"Such an eclectically entitled blog post!", you might say. That is because I had the day off, since I had to work on Halloween, which, for the duration of my employment with probation, will be "Smelloween". ANYWAY, I got up early/late, depending on what time I decided to ignore, and went to Hobby Lobby, because some brilliant, awesome crocheter posted THIS on Craftster.
She was rad enough to offer her PATTERN for FREE, and now I am going to try it, even though I abhor changing yarn colors in the middle of a project.

After picking up the yarn for the aforementioned project, I went to the grocery store, which I REALLY dislike doing, but it was made bearable by the fact that through most of it, I was able to listen to all of my Michael Jackson songs in a row before my Zune died right in the middle of "The Way You Make Me Feel." Billie Jean is one of the best songs ever.

Then I got home, unloaded everything, and laughed at myself because I bought some actual "snooty" groceries, as evidenced by the following photos:
I can't say "Grey Poupon" without laughing.
And what the hell is coriander?

So, I'm cooking Awesome Meatloaf, which Eric and I actually used to call "Damn Meatloaf" and now I can't remember why. I haven't eaten since about...oh, 4:00 yesterday, so I'm famished. I listened to all my Michael Jackson songs again, and Michale (spelled correctly) Graves is next on the playlist, and he is rad too, so now I'm doing that. Does anyone know who Michale Graves is? WITHOUT GOOGLING HIM?
I'll let you know how the meatloaf turns out.

...And it's only 2:00pm. I love November.

Bunnies and Mushrooms,


Obey: Make Art, Not War

Bought this today at Zumiez...LOVE IT.

I also bought a 10/12 script wheel for the Smith-Corona typewriter I got for FREE on Freecycle.com, thank you, eBay.

It was a bad weekend for lip piercing. I'm going to have to wait until the 19th. >:(

My birthday is in a few days!!!!



Charlotte and My New Chair. OH, AND A DECORATING QUESTION.

Charlotte Russe is the best and worst store ever...the best because I LOVE their clothes and they're cheap. The worst, because I have no self-discipline there. Actually, I do, sort of, but believe me when I say it is tested to the extreme. I did not walk out of there today without the following:
Also, I was at Furniture Row the other day, bored and looking for a bargain, and lo and behold...right in the back, there was a huge club chair, just WAITING to come home with me. There's nothing wrong with it - they'd just discontinued the style. The skirting is a little long on the bottom, but I just tucked it under and voila. Perfect. I have yet to sit and read, because I haven't put my lamp over there. QUESTION: Do you think anything goes in the corner, to the left (your left) of the chair? I was thinking one tall black bookshelf, but my mom suggested maybe an old dresser or decorative table. I'd like a storage place for some books, journals, etc. Let me know! My art supplies, I think, are going to stay in the dining room. It's beginning to look a little cluttered, though, so I'll have to figure out what I'm going to do there.
Some other detail shots from around the pad:
Altar for Dia de los Muertos (work in progress).

Pillows on the new chair
Side table.

Taking it easy this afternoon -unfortunately I have to work tonight from 6 to 10, but after that, I'm heading over to Blue Collar Art Co. to get my lip pierced.



Operation Radioactive Mommy. Completed.

She'll kill me if she finds out I posted this, but this is how I think of my mommy....always doing something for me. Here, she is making my birthday cake....a year or two ago, I think. She got her radiation pill treatment this week. She went into the hospital on Tuesday and got out this afternoon. She is still .8 radioactive, whatever that means, so she can't be super close to anyone, but she's well enough to be out of the hospital. She's already on the Synthroid too, which is good, because she'll start getting her energy back soon.

My mommy is radioactive.

My mommy is alive.

My mommy is a cancer survivor.

I love you, mom.


The Cone of Shame, and Cake.

Sorry for the blog lag, folks, but I'm back. I was gone this weekend, because it turns out that my mommy STILL has cancer. How do you remove someone's ENTIRE thyroid and still have thyroid cancer? Anyway, she has to check into the hospital and take this radioactive pill and be by herself for five days. Aside from the cancer and radiation parts, that doesn't sound too bad.... Her spirits are good, and she's thankful, as we all are, that she doesn't show signs of cancer anywhere else.

Speaking of my family, we had a great weekend....Had some friends visit as well, which also was nice (thank you, L.). My mommy and sister even made me a Pre-Birthday cake (shown at the top of the post), since I probably won't see them until after my birthday. They also made chili and stuff. I made deviled eggs and then we forgot to eat them. We forgot all about them, actually, until my dad opened the refrigerator and said, "What stinks?" Oh well.

OH, so the Cone of Shame:
My nephew's Boston Terrier is named Pipkin. Some time ago, he got some little sore on the back of his head, and he kept scratching it....(my nephew says the dog has dry skin and allergies, and also acid reflux, and asthma. Anyway,) he finally scratched it until it got really nasty and crusty, and because he wouldn't quit, they put a CONE on him, so now he looks like this:
It's kind of not funny, actually, because it's probably irritating as hell. But how can you not laugh at this?

He looks so....forlorn. I want to give him steak.

Anyway. Random musings for today:

  • I heard that Marge Simpson is going to be in Playboy. Most of me is disgusted and the other 2% or so is morbidly curious.
  • That Austin Whoever guy from the Dallas Cowboys has the biggest, wierdest smile I have ever seen.
  • It is really windy outside right now. I hope that means it will be cold tomorrow.
  • I gave my nephew the second Transformers movie, but forgot that it had all those sex and marijuana jokes in it. Oops.
  • I cut the back of my shoulder today I dont' know how.
  • I am going to relax and read now, after I order a ridiculous number of things off of etsy.
I am the captain of my soul.
Tell me what poem that's from and I'll send you a lollipop.


A Plaid Thermos.

Is pretty much all I have a picture of today. I haven't been feeling well, Thus the lack of regular blog posts, but never fear, I shall share some random facts that will hopefully make up for my neglect:
  • I have watched too many episodes of Law & Order: SVU this week, and I've been having weird dreams.
  • I did a pilates workout the other day where I cut down the resistance because I thought it would make it a little easier, and it actually made it worse, and now it feels like someone kicked me about the stomach for several hours.
  • I had a disagreement with Rick (friend Rick, not Stupid Rick) as to whether the sentence, "Until when is Academy (the sporting goods store) open?" is grammatically correct. I maintain that it is.
  • Wil Wheaton looks exactly the same as he did fifteen years ago, except now he is hairy.
  • Buying art supplies makes me happy.
  • I got my new "FUJI-ROID" camera in the mail from Hong Kong, but have not received the stupid film yet, which also must be shipped in from Hong Kong. This is a situation I would rather not have to deal with.
  • I am clueless as to where all the guys with the following characteristics live: Integrity, likes movies and reading, is smart, likes to laugh, and knows what Etsy is. I have come to the conclusion that NONE of them live in West Texas.
  • I want to order like, $140 worth of prints from The Black Apple....is that bad?
Adieu, mon amis.
I am relatively certain THAT is
not grammatically correct, because I do not know how to speak French.


City-Wide Garage Sales Are Awesome and Evil, All At Once.

First of all, one should always approach anything with the words "city-wide" and "garage sale" and ESPECIALLY "early bird" with extreme trepidation. Hardcore garage-sale people are vicious, armed with carts and buckets, and, most importantly, old, or cranky, or both.

I'd heard about the sale, and I drive by the building they hold it in everyday on my way to work. It's huge, and I figured since they held the "early bird" sale on Friday, everyone would be at work, and it wouldn't be too crowded.


Parking was atrocious. You either had to risk parking at the two Mexican restaurants nearby and buy a burrito to placate everyone and then SNEAK to the sale, or you had to park ACROSS THE DRAINAGE DITCH and two lanes of traffic, and hike to the sale, or, you could park in the "Super Mercado" parking lot (I am not kidding), and take the SHUTTLE, which was basically a 15-passenger van driven by a person who, I will say, was probably a little past his driving prime.

ANYWAY, when we were dropped off at the sale (I chose the Super Mercado option), we were dropped off by the door. The LINE to get in stretched nearly two city blocks (Texas-sized city blocks, of course) and disappeared AROUND THE CORNER.
Luckily, you didn't have to stand in line, per se, you just had to make sure that before you went in, you had to have the police or a Meals on Wheels (that's the organization the sale was benefitting) representative take your three dollar cover charge and strap a blue bracelet on you. You know why? Because, believe it or not, people steal. PEOPLE STEAL THINGS FROM A GARAGE SALE. A GARAGE SALE THAT DONATES ITS PROFITS TO FEEDING THE ELDERLY. Really. An older Asian lady standing in front of me asked the poor "bracelet/cover charge" man WHY she had to pay THREE DOLLARS to get in. I was like, just give him the damn money already, so I can see what's in there.

There was a lot in there. Luckily, I found the crafty/sewing/old doll heads section right off the bat, and was introduced to the notion that many people do not come to garage sales to "browse" or "mosey". They come to swipe everything off the tables like those kids in the old Toys R Us shopping sprees they used to give away on Nickelodeon (most of you 30-somethings should know what I'm talking about). Those always confused me, because the kids would go and swipe like FIFTY Rainbow Brite dolls off the shelf and run around like crazy people, and I would be sitting in the living room thinking, "What the frack is she going to do with fifty Rainbow Brite dolls?!?!"
....but I digress.

Luckily, I made it to the craft section relatively early and only had to use tactical maneuvers a couple of times, one of which was to grab an easel. The day before the sale, I was walking around Hobby Lobby, debating whether or not I should pay 100 dollars for an easel, and here I was staring right at TWO OF THEM for TWO DOLLARS EACH. Some lady was eyeing one, and since she did not possess the skill or tenacity to grab it, I took it as soon as she got distracted by some awful comforter set (Ew).

I carried those two easels for the better part of two hours through hoards of crabby people. I also got some cool vintage craft stuff, but the easels made the entire day worth it.
When I got home, my hands were dirtier than they have ever been. Ever. I had to clean them with rubbing alcohol.

But look at them. Beautiful, no?



Here is Patty, To Make Excuses.

Hello. I am patty. I am Kim's hamster. She told me to tell everyone that she is all busy with work or whatever right now and has not had time to make a new post. What is a post? Is it yogurt covered? I like yogurt-covered hay pellets. I don't know about that work business, I saw her come home and then leave and then come back and she painted some stuff. I saw no work. I work all the damn time. You think it's easy burrowing under all these paper shreds, and hiding your food from other hamsters? Plus, how do you think I am typing? I work out ALL THE TIME. Sometimes my wheel gets stuck and I'm like, "YEAH!", but she f-ing comes in here and fixes it. Can you please ask her to angle me towards the tv? And maybe leave it on when she goes to "work?"

Thank you.


Oh, Cold Mondays Off, How I Love Thee

Since it would not be prudent for me to buy EVERYTHING at the thrift store, I decided to take my camera this time. I'm always afraid they'll yell at me, since most stores don't like for you to take pictures on the premises, but I reckon there is not much concern about industrial espionage at "Trade 'n Treasures". Here are a few shots from the store:
And some pretty things that I did end up buying....
I don't have a record player, I just like the cover. I wonder if the record still works? I would SO buy a whole bunch of story records for whenever (or IF ever) I have a little person of my own.
And I got this little needlework thing because I liked the colors....
These dishes were so pretty, I had to get them....
And I spent a good deal of time sitting right here:
AND, I drew this:

She's not done, by any means, but I'm trying out some new techniques....I always hated drawing with an H pencil, because it was too light, and I could never get much out of it. Now, I'm actually scared to draw with anything BESIDES an H. I have some HB lead for my mechanical pencil and I'm thinking....that's way too dark. I can't even LOOK at my 8B pencil. It makes me nervous.

So yes....it was a fantabulous day, so much so that I'm not even bummed about going to work tomorrow. It's all about balance, people.

In other brief news, my nephew, Christopher has the A Strain Flu, and that sucks.

I am happy as a clam.



Happy Sunday Photos....

Here is a little sampling of what's making me happy nowadays....
1.  Downloadable Photoshop Actions by Demolition on Deviantart.com (what I used to cross-process the above photo).
2.  Kee Mao at King & I
3.  This corner of my bedroom:
4.    This stuff on my dining room table:
5.  Knowing I don't have to work tomorrow.
6.  I didn't get sick.
7.  My "Sleepytime" playlist.
8.  Domokun
9. Cloudiness, rain, and general chilliness.
10.  Hope.



I Sort Of Feel Like This:

You know that area between sick and not sick? That terrible limbo in which you sit while you wonder to yourself, "Is that hangy-down thing at the back of my mouth hurting, or did I just talk too much yesterday"? On the off chance that I AM getting sick (which I have not been since Spring, since I have been attempting to avoid children and germy people), I am going to stay home today. This would be cool if I didn't have so much to do around here. I am ONE PERSON. How is it that my dining room table is cluttered? Why is the kitchen not completely clean? How did I not manage to hang up all my clean clothes? Anyway, that's the state of affairs around here. Work has been very hectic, and I'm Limbo-Sick, so that's why I haven't posted.
Also, this 54-degree mornings and 84-degree afternoons are not helping. I am moving to the forest.


Bleh. And Some Randomness.

Today sucked mostly.  I don't feel good, I had some completely unecessary stupidness happen at work, FOUR of the Prismacolor pencils I love have been DISCONTINUED, so I feel like this:

WHY would you discontinue a color and NOT put out a similar color to replace it?  Apparently, the colors in the "Deco" Series were not "lightfast", meaning that they faded over time.  UM, I have two major problems with this:
1.  I will be dead before the color even starts to noticeably fade, and I don't care if future generations don't like my drawings.
2.  Why didn't you develop a LIGHTFAST DECO ORANGE, like you did with that stupid "NON-PHOTO BLUE", whatever THAT means?
3.  I now have four pencils (Deco Orange, Peach, Blue, and Aqua) that are now meant to last me FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.  This is unnecessary pressure, and now I don't even want to sharpen them, for fear of wasting the pigment off of the shavings. 

....so I guess I had three major problems with it.

Speaking of pencils and what not, that is what I spent yesterday evening doing....

If I'd only had a fireplace going...it would have been perfect.  Don't the Amish make those portable fireplaces?  ANYWAY, for those of you who are interested (perhaps none of you), these are the items in my current "Take Everywhere Art Bag":

1. Sketch Moleskine
2. Staedtler Mark Lumograph Pencils:  B, 2B, HB, 2H, F
3. Assortment of Prismacolor pencils
4. Black gel pen
5. White Extra Fine Point Sharpie paint pen
6. Tortillion
7. Portfolio water soluble pastel in white
8. Black Factis 18 eraser (erases charcoal!)
9. Metal pencil sharpener
10.  Koi Watercolor Field Sketch Box

And that brings me full circle to my Deco pencils which are now rare and eroding as I type, which pisses me off.  I think I'd better stop.