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Heading out to deep water
Is this a message, finally, or just another day?
22 March 2014 @ 04:36 pm
25 December 2008 @ 09:28 am
Oh please oh please oh PLEASE!? Wish list for me
24 July 2008 @ 03:03 pm
Watch me, baby!
OK I need a highly geek opinion. HENCE THE CONSULTING OF THE FRIEND'S LIST.
I have bought about 7 flash drives. I have lost or destroyed them ALL. If they're loose, I misplace them - and yes I have had dedicated places to keep them and special cases and all that - they go. They're just... not there, one day. And if they're, say, attached to keys or purse I crush, mangle, and otherwise bang the s*%t out of them. THIS IS MY CORE PROBLEM.
I am going to be in art school this upcoming semester. I will have to move information and projects from my G4 here at home (note to self: come up with a name) to the G5 at the school just about every day. I do not want to rely on conventional 'carry a flash drive' (see above) so I have come up with an alternative I think might work:
WEAR MY INFORMATION. Ergo, it will be with me all the time - and I have not yet broken my wrist, so I'm assuming less thrashings. Knock on wood. A-HA, SOLUTION!
First option, this USB Memory Watch has a hidden USB port and 2GB storage for $60. And it's water resistant which is good for busy (read: forgetful) girls who are taking 15 hours at school while working and single-mommying 4 children.
Second option, this Hidden FlashDrive Watch has a hidden flash drive stored within it with 4GB storage for $60 - I'm not sure, though, if towers like the G4 and 5 have slots for flash drives the way my laptop does.
CHOOSE OR PERISH!
PS I just made cake so the cake is not a lie where location=my house.
I have bought about 7 flash drives. I have lost or destroyed them ALL. If they're loose, I misplace them - and yes I have had dedicated places to keep them and special cases and all that - they go. They're just... not there, one day. And if they're, say, attached to keys or purse I crush, mangle, and otherwise bang the s*%t out of them. THIS IS MY CORE PROBLEM.
I am going to be in art school this upcoming semester. I will have to move information and projects from my G4 here at home (note to self: come up with a name) to the G5 at the school just about every day. I do not want to rely on conventional 'carry a flash drive' (see above) so I have come up with an alternative I think might work:
WEAR MY INFORMATION. Ergo, it will be with me all the time - and I have not yet broken my wrist, so I'm assuming less thrashings. Knock on wood. A-HA, SOLUTION!
First option, this USB Memory Watch has a hidden USB port and 2GB storage for $60. And it's water resistant which is good for busy (read: forgetful) girls who are taking 15 hours at school while working and single-mommying 4 children.
Second option, this Hidden FlashDrive Watch has a hidden flash drive stored within it with 4GB storage for $60 - I'm not sure, though, if towers like the G4 and 5 have slots for flash drives the way my laptop does.
CHOOSE OR PERISH!
4 (44.4%)PS I just made cake so the cake is not a lie where location=my house.
24 July 2008 @ 01:00 pm
'S all happening a little fast
If you have called or txt'd me in the past two days I have not gotten them and I didn't know there was a problem. I have phone service for both now so feel free to re-send or call.
In related news, thanks to a kind and knowledgeable friend who's willing to answer dumb questions and walk me through unfamiliar situations, I am working on getting my own phone and account which I should have by next week. I think for the help involved (and the amount of money he's going to save me) it's a small price to start calling Dave "Daddy". Well, and of course I'm positively stoked to have![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
lenaen as an otouto!
As a side note, I'm so nervous about being in the charity fashion show I could throw up. I want to support this, but maybe I should have volunteered to, like, set up lights and fuss with people's clothes backstage. I am VERY good at saying, "You look perfect *nodnod*... now GET OUT THERE RIGHT NOW YOU'RE LATE *push*."
In related news, thanks to a kind and knowledgeable friend who's willing to answer dumb questions and walk me through unfamiliar situations, I am working on getting my own phone and account which I should have by next week. I think for the help involved (and the amount of money he's going to save me) it's a small price to start calling Dave "Daddy". Well, and of course I'm positively stoked to have
lenaen as an otouto!As a side note, I'm so nervous about being in the charity fashion show I could throw up. I want to support this, but maybe I should have volunteered to, like, set up lights and fuss with people's clothes backstage. I am VERY good at saying, "You look perfect *nodnod*... now GET OUT THERE RIGHT NOW YOU'RE LATE *push*."
21 July 2008 @ 07:17 pm
Monday report
Dear ch4rm,
Picking the kids up from the first day of a week-long afternoon soccer camp, the first thing I noticed is they were BEAT. Tired and red-faced and dirty beyond belief. Walking slow and with a slump, they shuffled to the car... and Paris didn't stop to hug me, which just doesn't happen. Cai had been crying - I saw him on the field with his coach - but he likes to talk about things in his own time (and then he likes no not STOP talking, but that's another story) so I left him alone. Maddie was snarling sub-vocally, almost.
I could see they had HAD IT so I pulled the 'ol "Let's go get chocolate shakes!" which had a tiny effect - still, Paris wasn't talking, Cai was tearing up sometimes and Maddie was downright cranky. After 15 minutes of me chattering about funny things and some tasty shakes later, everyone was cooling off and I got some stories.
( Anyone remember community organized sports? Yeah. Under here, with pics. )
Wish us luck,
-S
Picking the kids up from the first day of a week-long afternoon soccer camp, the first thing I noticed is they were BEAT. Tired and red-faced and dirty beyond belief. Walking slow and with a slump, they shuffled to the car... and Paris didn't stop to hug me, which just doesn't happen. Cai had been crying - I saw him on the field with his coach - but he likes to talk about things in his own time (and then he likes no not STOP talking, but that's another story) so I left him alone. Maddie was snarling sub-vocally, almost.
I could see they had HAD IT so I pulled the 'ol "Let's go get chocolate shakes!" which had a tiny effect - still, Paris wasn't talking, Cai was tearing up sometimes and Maddie was downright cranky. After 15 minutes of me chattering about funny things and some tasty shakes later, everyone was cooling off and I got some stories.
( Anyone remember community organized sports? Yeah. Under here, with pics. )
Wish us luck,
-S
21 July 2008 @ 01:10 am
Brought to you by the number 2.5 and the letter 'M'
Though I have in my possession an Apple G4 tower to use for school, I have been looking for an Apple laptop. However, I think my quest for a reasonably priced apple laptop has FAILBOAT written all over it. I'm getting an art degree in Digital Design with an Illustration emphasis and as such, I am going to need to run a LOT of graphic-heavy programs which eat up all sorts of resources - so buying a used 3-year old basic Apple laptop isn't really an option for me, I don't think. Which means a souped-up model. Which means MONEYMONEYMONEY, even with a 'student discount'. Which means sacrifice: borrowing money from someone initially and paying it back out of each of my paychecks over time, and then the kicker: no new clothes, makeup, jewlery, little rewards, meals out or trips anyplace (*SOB!*) for the next 9 months at least. Which breaks my heart and feels like a LONG TIME!
Am I wrong about my computing needs? Those in art or design or who know about these things: do I need 2.5GHz intel core 2 duo, 2GB, 300GB hard drive, NVIDIA GeForce 8600M GT with 512MB or am I fine with a little 2.4GHz intel core 2 duo, 2GB, 250GB hard drive? I wish I knew what kind of programs I'd be running - I know I'm using InDesign and Photoshop and Painter and in addition I'll be doing motion graphics and animation and some rigging, etc. Please help me make a decision for the future, those in the know? Even just opinions are welcome.
In otherCOMPLETELY RANDOM news, oh my Errol Flynn this mustache is the greatest thing in the world! This picture is from a pirate costume party I went to this weekend which one of my friends throws yearly - you'd think that to grow something like this would be too much just to dress like a pirate for a night. But for THIS pirate party it certainly is appropriate - THAT is how epic this party is! And man, he rocks that 'stache, doesn't he?
There may not be enough 70s mustaches in my life.
That is all.
(PS She is his girlfriend and we're all good friends; sorry, everyone, both those pretty people are taken.)
Am I wrong about my computing needs? Those in art or design or who know about these things: do I need 2.5GHz intel core 2 duo, 2GB, 300GB hard drive, NVIDIA GeForce 8600M GT with 512MB or am I fine with a little 2.4GHz intel core 2 duo, 2GB, 250GB hard drive? I wish I knew what kind of programs I'd be running - I know I'm using InDesign and Photoshop and Painter and in addition I'll be doing motion graphics and animation and some rigging, etc. Please help me make a decision for the future, those in the know? Even just opinions are welcome.
In other
There may not be enough 70s mustaches in my life.
That is all.
(PS She is his girlfriend and we're all good friends; sorry, everyone, both those pretty people are taken.)
18 July 2008 @ 10:38 pm
"It's not a perfect metaphor..."
As recc'd by
natantus: You want to go watch this right now: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along BlogCourtney and I watched the first two and gaffawed ourselves silly. Even now, we are still randomly quoting lines at each other at inopportune moments. And then we watched the whole thing and we were like, "...WOAH." We're still talking about it. (Don't miss the "Read the Master Plan" button on the bottom of the page)
In other news - as could be absolutely predicted, I am media's ideal audience: I am ridiculously in love with Dr. Horrible, who isn't even REMOTELY my type. Have no fear - this affection does not in any way take away my desire for Light, nor my caretaking-impulses for L, nor my lust for... well, you get the point. I'm nothing if not loyal
:) You're welcome.
13 July 2008 @ 02:34 pm
While you were sleeping
Feeling better in my body today, but taking it slow.
The pleasure and problem with sleepless nights (when I'm coherent and not in tortuous pain, kthnx) is that there is so much TIME at night to fill. 9 hours of night is SO much more than 9 hours of day, isn't it? Unfair, that. But I occupied myself how I could. I read/watched:
( 'You did ...what?!?' )
And just for you, my pretties: Follow along in my days!
The padawans and I are watching an episode or two of CardCaptor Sakura before bed each night. Our DVDs wore out and broke so we're constrained to watching it on Youtube (bleh yuck quality) which makes me sad and I'm tempted to borrow it from someone. I'm guessing... Josh? You have this? Oh I know you must...
Finally, I invite you all to come with me to this week's events which are on the Calendar: (Events including padawans are marked with *)
Please call or txt me about coming with me/us - love to have you, invitation open to all!
The pleasure and problem with sleepless nights (when I'm coherent and not in tortuous pain, kthnx) is that there is so much TIME at night to fill. 9 hours of night is SO much more than 9 hours of day, isn't it? Unfair, that. But I occupied myself how I could. I read/watched:
- Emperor of China: Self-Portrait of K'ang-Hsi by Jonathan Spence
- Bleach, Episode 132: Hitsugaya, Karin and Soccer Ball (It has Ichigo's sister and Court's favorite Captain, Toshiro. It was adorable!)
- I Used to Miss Him... but my Aim is Improving by Allison James
- Researched GTD and moleskine hacks for said system; also student moleskine hacks (for when I start school in the fall)
- Last 25 pages of a Psychology book (which is late at the library, oops!)
- Drew an old lady smoking a pipe (from photo ref).
( 'You did ...what?!?' )
And just for you, my pretties: Follow along in my days!
The padawans and I are watching an episode or two of CardCaptor Sakura before bed each night. Our DVDs wore out and broke so we're constrained to watching it on Youtube (bleh yuck quality) which makes me sad and I'm tempted to borrow it from someone. I'm guessing... Josh? You have this? Oh I know you must...
Finally, I invite you all to come with me to this week's events which are on the Calendar: (Events including padawans are marked with *)
- Monday, Pecha Kucha Night! Young designers from all fields, each with 20 slides showing for 20 seconds each. Like speed dating for creative inspiration!
- Tuesday*, Boba for all good little girls and boys. You may not come unless you have done all your chores, not made your brother cry, and your yoga teacher says you've done a good job in your poses! :)
- Wednesday, Bliss and real Jazz. Bring your sketchbook!
- Thursday morning*, Olde Town Arvada Farmer's Market (morning trip). Apples and pears and fresh lettuce - maybe new jam for you, if you push Syd on the swings so I don't have to.
- Friday, conversational spanish happy hour. (Oh c'mon - your spanish can't be any worse than MINE!)
Please call or txt me about coming with me/us - love to have you, invitation open to all!
Current Location: the couch with my laptop on my lap
Current Music: Vast - Touched
12 July 2008 @ 07:47 pm
I DO NOT LIKE IT, Sam I Am.
I think I handle stress pretty well. In the midst of it I go into this 'emotional macgyver-mode' and sort of do what has to be done, using whatever I have available to get through it, with more or less whining around the edges. So though I have had quite a few blows to my equilibrium lately, I was doing all right - slogging through, dealing with the issues I could and setting up meetings with the people who could problem-solve with me. Oh sure, I have been told (repeatedly) that stress causes illness - but I am an active, hearty woman and I don't believe in giving in to that sort of thing.
...well, not until yesterday. ( OH MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - I DO BELIEVE, NOW. )
...well, not until yesterday. ( OH MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - I DO BELIEVE, NOW. )
Current Mood: 
bitter
bitter29 June 2008 @ 04:35 pm
Cosmic surfing
I have been working very hard to get ready for the next two weeks - it's going to be crazy and random but fun! I'm working merchandising at Anime Expo the first week of July, which is exciting of course, but I am even MORE proud of the work I've done making connections and networking here in Colorado. After I come back from AX the babies have Daddy Week - which means that they stay with their dad all week (*whimper*) but it leaves me with a golden opportunity to get things done on the WEEKDAYS! So, I have TONS of meetings that I've scheduled with all SORTS of people - from assisting photographers to meeting with my academic adviser - toward understanding more about this art field that I'm going into. And I am SO EXCITED! I am a true Saint, like my father before me - I am interested and fascinated by people and all the things that they do, and somehow people are kind enough to let me into their worlds. I don't have any illusions that I'm going to decide What I Want To Do When I Grow Up in just one week, but the experiences I'll have will help me down that path and, hopefully, open more doors too.
I fly out of Denver tomorrow, Monday night - right before I fly out I have my first networking stop-by, with a gentleman who runs a local indie art gallery and needs a receptionist on First Friday - and I get to see quite a few of you in California this trip before I return home: Jeff, Justin, Kacie, Henri,agentkinesis, e_ticket, elbeno, light9, lostidol, starbunnie777, and maybe greatbiggary and meyerlemon if I'm lucky! I also hope to see some of you at AX where I have a few surprises up my sleeve *wiggle eyebrows* - please txt me if you're going/when you get there so I can meet up with you for a bit at least, ok? (Also, I get 'employee discounts' on merc...)
I doubt that I'll be on my computer much after Sunday night, so please use my phone to get a hold of me for, let's say, the next two weeks. And wish me luck - I don't actually have many of my plans locked down (the hazards of needing to plan around andin spite of with other people) but so far the universe and my friends are coming through right nicely in filling up my days and getting me to the places I need to be.
*Throws arms open and falls into the cosmos*
I fly out of Denver tomorrow, Monday night - right before I fly out I have my first networking stop-by, with a gentleman who runs a local indie art gallery and needs a receptionist on First Friday - and I get to see quite a few of you in California this trip before I return home: Jeff, Justin, Kacie, Henri,
agentkinesis, e_ticket, elbeno, light9, lostidol, starbunnie777, and maybe greatbiggary and meyerlemon if I'm lucky! I also hope to see some of you at AX where I have a few surprises up my sleeve *wiggle eyebrows* - please txt me if you're going/when you get there so I can meet up with you for a bit at least, ok? (Also, I get 'employee discounts' on merc...) I doubt that I'll be on my computer much after Sunday night, so please use my phone to get a hold of me for, let's say, the next two weeks. And wish me luck - I don't actually have many of my plans locked down (the hazards of needing to plan around and
*Throws arms open and falls into the cosmos*
26 June 2008 @ 09:13 am
Terrible horrible no good very bad day
Thank goodness I was working with FarmBoy, who is easygoing and has a great sense of humor, because pretty much it felt like the whole world was INSANE. But like all of life, when I look back now I can see there were causal agents.
( Don't click if you get sick easy. )
And then MasterChef went outside the back door to throw up.
The rest of the day, after my shift was over in the afternoon, was consumed by various errands and driving children to classes and sewing and feeding padawans and cleaning and having meetings. I never did recover, but I hope I pulled it together enough that no one noticed my distraction. I kept smelling rancid odors in my nose, and feeling the phantom texture of the sludge, and I had an omni-present Things Fall Apart feeling which had me checking where the children were much more than I needed to. Even today, a day later? I am a little skittish.
And man - am I TIRED. V. v. tired.
OK but I have a long day ahead and I feel I was caught tying my shoe when the starter gun went off today, so I'd better start running. HEY THURSDAY, BE A BETTER DAY TODAY, OK?!?
( Don't click if you get sick easy. )
And then MasterChef went outside the back door to throw up.
HARD. DAY.
The rest of the day, after my shift was over in the afternoon, was consumed by various errands and driving children to classes and sewing and feeding padawans and cleaning and having meetings. I never did recover, but I hope I pulled it together enough that no one noticed my distraction. I kept smelling rancid odors in my nose, and feeling the phantom texture of the sludge, and I had an omni-present Things Fall Apart feeling which had me checking where the children were much more than I needed to. Even today, a day later? I am a little skittish.
And man - am I TIRED. V. v. tired.
OK but I have a long day ahead and I feel I was caught tying my shoe when the starter gun went off today, so I'd better start running. HEY THURSDAY, BE A BETTER DAY TODAY, OK?!?
18 June 2008 @ 03:12 pm
Strawberry-banana PANIC
I suddenly realized last night that I have AX soon and I have done ZERO planning for it and if I don't get on it I'll have nowhere to sleep for a few days and also my $20 a day for food stipend sounds really low for a girl who likes salads and good healthy food and not hot dogs that the con has so what am I going to do about that?! And then you know SCHOOL is coming up soon and I have my appointment with my counselor tomorrow and I'm so greedy I haven't been able to narrow down what classes I want to take ("I WANT ROLLERSKATES AND A GIANT ICE CREAM SUNDAE WITH 6 CHERRIES AND ALSO A PONY!") and my FAFSA is all jacked up because of my name change and I cannot fix it and the nice government lady tells me the government (which is fixing it) is going to take longer than the summer is to change anything and there's no guarantee they'll really FIX IT, you know what I mean. And about that, my credit cards in my right name haven't come and so they don't match my driver's license and that seems like it's going to be a HUGE problem soon plus I need a new passport just in case I need to go away to an international country, it could happen (these are the sorts of things my mind thinks of when I'm panicking). Oh yeah and Paris is going with his grandmother to Hawaii and HE needs a passport because gamma wants him to have one so let it be written so let it be done. Work is REALLY STRESSFUL and busy today except for when it's dead like now but if we start any heavy cleaning we'll just be interrupted by a gazillion people coming into the coffeeshop suddenly with BURNING DESIRES for a Spring Salad and a smoothie and rice krispy treats and 5 paninis. Oh my gosh I have a dance class starting today and I have no idea WHERE IT IS! Note to Skye: call about the location of the dance class you are going to be at before you go to it. Also, Skye? Eat something.
I may not have gotten enough sleep last night but there was a mosquito and if this was a 50s spy novel I would name my story "The Mosquito That Loved Me!" and the cover of the novel would have an oil painting of me, swooning on a couch with my head thrown back and my forearm across my forehead and there would be a mosquito on my thigh SUCKING ME DRY OF ALL MY BLOOD. Though my actual experience was less campy and I don't have kitten-heeled shoes.
I'm having trouble focusing today. Send help and also a nap would be nice - I don't know how one 'sends a nap', though - good luck with that - and anyway I have no time to take one.
Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? Are YOU having trouble breathing?!? Oh dear...
*PANIC*
I may not have gotten enough sleep last night but there was a mosquito and if this was a 50s spy novel I would name my story "The Mosquito That Loved Me!" and the cover of the novel would have an oil painting of me, swooning on a couch with my head thrown back and my forearm across my forehead and there would be a mosquito on my thigh SUCKING ME DRY OF ALL MY BLOOD. Though my actual experience was less campy and I don't have kitten-heeled shoes.
I'm having trouble focusing today. Send help and also a nap would be nice - I don't know how one 'sends a nap', though - good luck with that - and anyway I have no time to take one.
Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? Are YOU having trouble breathing?!? Oh dear...
*PANIC*
Current Music: Panic At the Disco - She Had the World
17 June 2008 @ 05:55 pm
Summer Adventure, ho!
HOW I got to be laying here on my bed with bright red finger and toe nails, naked, is not really important. My point is that summer is here! I had a friend ask me how I stay so in touch and enthusiastic about summer when it seemed like just more days going by to her, and it got me thinking. So while I cannot get dressed for a minute (until my nails are dry) I will take time to remind you, dear friends, about summer.
( Get Outside )
( Fashion )
( Be ready )
( On being mostly-naked )
( The little things matter )
You start doing these things and I can GUARANTEE YOU that you will have a great and memorable summer. What are you waiting for? Go on, start now!
SKYE'S GUIDE FOR THE ADVENTUROUS:
Summer!
Summer!
( Get Outside )
( Fashion )
( Be ready )
( On being mostly-naked )
( The little things matter )
You start doing these things and I can GUARANTEE YOU that you will have a great and memorable summer. What are you waiting for? Go on, start now!
Current Music: I Love Paris in the Springtime
16 June 2008 @ 11:08 pm
Inspiration
OK so you've all seen it - things have been very tough but I've worked hard this month. Lots of good balance, too; working on my personal development, my relationships, my art, my social life, my work, my padawans, my hobbies, my school. Figuring out what I am and want and can do and want to be and do in the future, too. Lots of talking and thinking and doing and waiting. Decisions made, plans set down, paths chosen, goals started, futures glimpsed. I'm making what looks to be a very wonderful and adventurous life for me and mine, but I don't mind telling you that it's work, every damn day.
I'll tell you what's EASY, though: finding things that I love and that inspire me. Because mostly I find this world to be a beautiful, wonderful place.
I want to be an artist so that's where my head and heart are at right now. In the course of working on my artistic skills each day I come across so MANY breathtaking things!
But my best inspiration lately is my family. New to the lineup, the active support and ongoing relationshipreconciliation? with my father. Who is traveling in the ARCTIC CIRCLE, no kidding. Talk about inspiring - this former Wall Street executive, half-paralyzed after a stroke, is traveling alone with his rig because it's his passion to travel. Just wait until he comes back - he has the most AMAZING stories! I love him and I know that he loves me. ( Thank GOD for this, by the way - father issues are a BITCH to work out alone.) Adoring, enthusiastic and appreciative kids are always a thrill, of course. Courtney supports me so completely that she's actually monetarily supporting me by giving me a peaceful place to live, there with her - I can't think of a more tangible sign of someone believing in me and what I'm doing than using their own money to see that I have a good life, and spending their precious time with me.
And speaking of spending time with me - thanks, friends, for being with me, talking with me, writing to me, housing me, fighting with me, eating with me; listening, dancing, texting, singing, playing Rockband, shopping, and loving me. I know our lives are better for knowing and caring for each other. And it'll only get better and better!
(Links to Flickr, http://muse.drewwilson.com/, www.coolboom.com, http://www.flickr.com/photos/littledood
I'll tell you what's EASY, though: finding things that I love and that inspire me. Because mostly I find this world to be a beautiful, wonderful place.
I want to be an artist so that's where my head and heart are at right now. In the course of working on my artistic skills each day I come across so MANY breathtaking things!
First off, life is even more beautiful than even all the amazing things we artists come up with. Firing to the imagination!
Second, there are a gazillion cool people involved in Making Beautiful Stuff, and most of them WANT to share with the world. Lucky us!
Third, there are people who like special, certain things - and they want to pick just the most amazing of all the things they see and show it to me. I love that!
Fourth, there will always be people who are better than I am - and I find it great that I will always have something to aim high for. And SUCH inspiration...!!
Fifth, even the message is the media. I love that art is fractal too!
But my best inspiration lately is my family. New to the lineup, the active support and ongoing relationship
And speaking of spending time with me - thanks, friends, for being with me, talking with me, writing to me, housing me, fighting with me, eating with me; listening, dancing, texting, singing, playing Rockband, shopping, and loving me. I know our lives are better for knowing and caring for each other. And it'll only get better and better!
(Links to Flickr, http://muse.drewwilson.com/, www.coolboom.com, http://www.flickr.com/photos/littledood
Current Location: upstairs in bed
Current Music: Indigo Girls - Mystery
16 June 2008 @ 01:44 am
Keroberos Media check!
Saw Ironman. ( Who's with me? )
BUT I LOVED KUNG-FU PANDA which I saw the other day and I wish I would have gone and seen THAT again, actually. Yes, go see it. Yes, without a kid. Yes, it's that awesome and beautiful. Dreamworks, well done; and nary a poop-joke to be seen! I may like Jack Black now. WOAH.
Anime? Soul Eater, of course!!!! <3!
In manga, finished to Vol. 4 of Akagami no Shirayukihime ("The red-haired snow white princess"). Yay upside-down fairytales! I like how she just keeps plugging on, never letting the villains get the upper hand even when they actually DO HAVE the upper hand! Ha! Next up: Loveless, Y/N?
In gaming, I went tolenaen's house this past weekend for some Rockband!! They let me play all the instruments and sing vocals quite a bit and I love EVERY ONE. To sum up - DO WANT! But the music made me laugh, especially when it came to choosing songs to sing. Anyone want to guess what era I picked most of my songs from? ;) I also learned something new about Josh's musical tastes. We could have played that game for even more hours but once we sang Beastie Boy's 'Sabotage' * (and totally rocked it, kthx!) we realized that maybe it was a little late for, you know, shrieking. Two thumbs WAY up - I don't know where I'll be for Thanksgiving this year, but I really hope that it's anyplace with Rockband and a bunch of friends! New favorite game (as you could tell from the poll).
*Link to the song here, right click and save. Court just made me watch the youtube video but I'm not counting that as a media category just like twitter isn't blogging.
BUT I LOVED KUNG-FU PANDA which I saw the other day and I wish I would have gone and seen THAT again, actually. Yes, go see it. Yes, without a kid. Yes, it's that awesome and beautiful. Dreamworks, well done; and nary a poop-joke to be seen! I may like Jack Black now. WOAH.
Anime? Soul Eater, of course!!!! <3!
In manga, finished to Vol. 4 of Akagami no Shirayukihime ("The red-haired snow white princess"). Yay upside-down fairytales! I like how she just keeps plugging on, never letting the villains get the upper hand even when they actually DO HAVE the upper hand! Ha! Next up: Loveless, Y/N?
In gaming, I went to
lenaen's house this past weekend for some Rockband!! They let me play all the instruments and sing vocals quite a bit and I love EVERY ONE. To sum up - DO WANT! But the music made me laugh, especially when it came to choosing songs to sing. Anyone want to guess what era I picked most of my songs from? ;) I also learned something new about Josh's musical tastes. We could have played that game for even more hours but once we sang Beastie Boy's 'Sabotage' * (and totally rocked it, kthx!) we realized that maybe it was a little late for, you know, shrieking. Two thumbs WAY up - I don't know where I'll be for Thanksgiving this year, but I really hope that it's anyplace with Rockband and a bunch of friends! New favorite game (as you could tell from the poll).*Link to the song here, right click and save. Court just made me watch the youtube video but I'm not counting that as a media category just like twitter isn't blogging.
14 June 2008 @ 10:57 pm
Giant bee! GIANT BEE!
So there was a kerfluffle in the coffeeshop today because a bee got in and a girl was allergic. Well, a bee - whatever, I'll catch it.
BUT THIS WAS A PREHISTORICALLY LARGE, VERY LOUD GIANT BEE WITH +3 ERRATIC FLYING.
I know that bee doesn't look giant in that cup, but I swear it shrank when I got it in there. IT WAS THE SIZE OF MY FIST, FLYING ABOUT! Of course I couldn't freak out; SOMEONE had to catch that bee and everyone else was cowering under the couch and in the freezer. So I pretended not to care how big it was (OMG so big SO VERY BIG) and I came at that giant thing with a cup and plate. Even when it got into the cup, it's wings beating against the cup made a HORRIBLE LOUD noise and vibrated the whole plate!
This, and killing spiders, and training just-walking babies to stop at my command before they run into the road, and cleaning up the most disgusting messes, and staying up 'till all hours working with padawans on almost-late projects - if for no other reason, THIS is why it's a good thing that I am in the world.
(...but I'm hoping some of you know even better reasons why you're glad that I'm in the world)
Anyway, I think you'll agree; I earned my $8/hour today, yes I did! And tonight I had an extra glass of wine on that lady who was allergic to bees, because she gave me a really good tip. :)
10 June 2008 @ 01:34 am
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
Summer was in full swing today, hohohoYES.
( ON-CAMERA ACTING CLASS )
( WHAT I LEARNED ON MY SUMMER VACATION )
( WHEEE! ...or, Wiii! )
( ON ICE )
( LOOPHOLE )
Asleep; as I should be. Because tomorrow is plein air painting and on-camera acting and yoga for us all - yes, a special class for babyYoga! I'm guessing there are going to be a LOT of animal sounds coming from my children, tomorrow. :) And then boba has been promised, and bubble tea and slushies. And then the pool if it's warm enough, though this trip is for the babies and not for big-kid swimming, I'm afraid. (And for shocking some of my patrons from the neighborhood who have NO IDEA that I even HAVE children, let alone a sports-team worth of them. ...all right, 'a ping-pong contest' full of them, anyway.)
( A special picture-secret: I'm not tired...until I lay down. )
( ON-CAMERA ACTING CLASS )
( WHAT I LEARNED ON MY SUMMER VACATION )
( WHEEE! ...or, Wiii! )
( ON ICE )
( LOOPHOLE )
Asleep; as I should be. Because tomorrow is plein air painting and on-camera acting and yoga for us all - yes, a special class for babyYoga! I'm guessing there are going to be a LOT of animal sounds coming from my children, tomorrow. :) And then boba has been promised, and bubble tea and slushies. And then the pool if it's warm enough, though this trip is for the babies and not for big-kid swimming, I'm afraid. (And for shocking some of my patrons from the neighborhood who have NO IDEA that I even HAVE children, let alone a sports-team worth of them. ...all right, 'a ping-pong contest' full of them, anyway.)
( A special picture-secret: I'm not tired...until I lay down. )
08 June 2008 @ 11:58 pm
Once upon a time, I go to my final divorce court in the morning.
Maybe you didn't notice, but I stopped blogging about it.
I like to move. Move on, move up, move along. I make mistakes like the next girl but I try to analyze them, turn them every-which-way about and learn from my choices... but never, ever do I want to sink into regret. Regret is an anathema to me because it implies an involuntary inability to move on - you walk forward but some vital part of you is back there, in the past, and you cannot go back and retrieve it. The best you can do, with regret, is cut off the piece of your soul that's stuck back there in the past and hope that you heal clean and don't leave tattered bits hanging out that'll catch on the present. But like an old man, your regret is an injury that's gonna pain you when the weather hits just right, an ache that you can't do anything about and can only hope goes away fast. And often, regret brings a dirty diseased bit of the past into the clean present, contaminating Now with drug-resistant strains of guilt or hate or anger.
*shudder*
( This post is about the end of my divorce, tomorrow. I would not call this a happy post. )
I stopped blogging about my divorce, and I'm sitting here in this dark room just being with my thoughts, because my marriage and divorce is something that eventually I'm going to leave in the past. And my memories of all this won't be littered with bits of my heart and soul but instead clean, full of adventure and grace and beauty and love. I have faith that I'll have learned from it; my marriage made me who I am and I'm grateful, and so did my divorce and I suppose I will find the humility to be grateful for that, too. In the end, I hope that this whole story, and everyone in it, gets a happy ending. It'll be a surprise ending now, for me at least, but in the end I hope we all live Happily Ever After.
I like to move. Move on, move up, move along. I make mistakes like the next girl but I try to analyze them, turn them every-which-way about and learn from my choices... but never, ever do I want to sink into regret. Regret is an anathema to me because it implies an involuntary inability to move on - you walk forward but some vital part of you is back there, in the past, and you cannot go back and retrieve it. The best you can do, with regret, is cut off the piece of your soul that's stuck back there in the past and hope that you heal clean and don't leave tattered bits hanging out that'll catch on the present. But like an old man, your regret is an injury that's gonna pain you when the weather hits just right, an ache that you can't do anything about and can only hope goes away fast. And often, regret brings a dirty diseased bit of the past into the clean present, contaminating Now with drug-resistant strains of guilt or hate or anger.
*shudder*
( This post is about the end of my divorce, tomorrow. I would not call this a happy post. )
I stopped blogging about my divorce, and I'm sitting here in this dark room just being with my thoughts, because my marriage and divorce is something that eventually I'm going to leave in the past. And my memories of all this won't be littered with bits of my heart and soul but instead clean, full of adventure and grace and beauty and love. I have faith that I'll have learned from it; my marriage made me who I am and I'm grateful, and so did my divorce and I suppose I will find the humility to be grateful for that, too. In the end, I hope that this whole story, and everyone in it, gets a happy ending. It'll be a surprise ending now, for me at least, but in the end I hope we all live Happily Ever After.
08 June 2008 @ 08:38 pm
Not your momma's Mickey Mouse Club.
A friend suggested that I start building contacts in The Industry. I nodded at the time, but then I realized that I don't HAVE an 'industry', being a flighty if enthusiastic art n00b. However, point taken; and say what you will about Facebook, it does have its advantages re: getting active in clubs. So I looked around and I started going to gallery openings and social events. No doubt it will be easier when I find a like-minded friend or two to come with me; but I'm social and don't have too hard a time introducing myself, normally, and I'm very interested in what these artists are trying to do, so I get along fine.
Except.
I went to my first actual CLUB meeting for a new club in a field I may be interested in, a meeting of the "creative pod" to be exact (there's lots of little specialized 'pods' that meet for different interests). It was a class on Photography: Art vs. Technology, given by two professors (and photographers) in their studio.
Wow. WOW. First, VERY cool.
Second, it was NOT a 'club meeting' nor 'lecture' the likes of which I have ever been to. I know what it was, though, even though I haven't ever done this myself -
( The dreaded one-eye, four armed fire breathing NETWORKING EVENT! Dum dum DAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! )
Except.
I went to my first actual CLUB meeting for a new club in a field I may be interested in, a meeting of the "creative pod" to be exact (there's lots of little specialized 'pods' that meet for different interests). It was a class on Photography: Art vs. Technology, given by two professors (and photographers) in their studio.
Wow. WOW. First, VERY cool.
Second, it was NOT a 'club meeting' nor 'lecture' the likes of which I have ever been to. I know what it was, though, even though I haven't ever done this myself -
( The dreaded one-eye, four armed fire breathing NETWORKING EVENT! Dum dum DAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! )
07 June 2008 @ 07:01 pm
Thoughts from the coffeeshop during a dead hour at work
My favorite regular at my coffeeshop is a very manly, curt, stern old man, gruff and exacting, who is a quality inspector for road crews. Picture an old (but never unkept!) sea captain, then name him after a Romantic poet: there ya go. He named his company something like "Accept No Bullsh*t Quality Control" and in the winter he comes in with a few inches of snow on his head because he's been standing outside in the storm and doesn't care? doesn't notice? that the snow is falling!
Everyone is scared of him but me. I tease him about 'pretending' to be gruff and how I'm sure everyone believes him but not me, and I make him the sweetest candy-coffee drinks each afternoon because I know he loves it sweet, though if he comes in with his young, business-school-looking supervisor he drinks an Americano, black. And he smiles at me, and tells me to give up teasing him about his flannel because his daughters have already given up on him, exhausted, and I shouldn't waste my energy. Instead I should spend it making him a breakfast sandwich, extra hot. And I do (extra bacon) while I talk to him over the kitchen half-wall about his men and the mud/rain/snow/sun and whatever.
I really adore him because he's hard to please and yet I do, just about every day, and it's not hard; I pay attention to what he likes and I give him exactly what he wants, EXACTLY how he wants it. The thing I like most about our little relationship is that little by little he's expressed things to me that I don't think he can say to many other people - how pretty the flowers are on the counter, and how he misses his far-away daughter, or how he feels bad for the crews on such a frigid day. I understand that he's gruff and cranky, I just also know that this isn't ALL HE IS, and I choose to respond to the part of him that isn't scowling.
I wonder if he'll miss me, because this summer I'm going to be working shifts where I won't see him.
I'll miss him.
Everyone is scared of him but me. I tease him about 'pretending' to be gruff and how I'm sure everyone believes him but not me, and I make him the sweetest candy-coffee drinks each afternoon because I know he loves it sweet, though if he comes in with his young, business-school-looking supervisor he drinks an Americano, black. And he smiles at me, and tells me to give up teasing him about his flannel because his daughters have already given up on him, exhausted, and I shouldn't waste my energy. Instead I should spend it making him a breakfast sandwich, extra hot. And I do (extra bacon) while I talk to him over the kitchen half-wall about his men and the mud/rain/snow/sun and whatever.
I really adore him because he's hard to please and yet I do, just about every day, and it's not hard; I pay attention to what he likes and I give him exactly what he wants, EXACTLY how he wants it. The thing I like most about our little relationship is that little by little he's expressed things to me that I don't think he can say to many other people - how pretty the flowers are on the counter, and how he misses his far-away daughter, or how he feels bad for the crews on such a frigid day. I understand that he's gruff and cranky, I just also know that this isn't ALL HE IS, and I choose to respond to the part of him that isn't scowling.
I wonder if he'll miss me, because this summer I'm going to be working shifts where I won't see him.
I'll miss him.