I went caroling for charity tonight and it was awesomely random. Like most of the crazy ideas I get, it turned out not to be as scary as I anticipated but much more out-of-the-blue. Tonight involved:

Horridly cliche bad Christmas sweaters made worse (if such a thing is possible) by duct-taped-in blinking Christmas lights ("Is that a battery pack in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"); a girl in a miniskirt, bare legs, and totally tanked coming out to carol with us in 30 degree weather; a booklet of words to Christmas songs typed in impossible-to-read, gray-colored, 10 point font; a boy wearing a blinking red light-up Rudolph nose, a lucha libre (mexican wrestling) mask, and christmas-light festooned antlers over it all; beer from the wagon we took with us to hold the canned goods we were collecting; a girl wearing a red with white polka dot One Up Mushroom hat; no flashlights to see anything whatsoever we may have wanted to see or read; a man dressed as Santa, only with no beard; a crowded restaurant full of businessmen all staring at the ridiculously-attired people parading through the bar to get to the back room, where they shut the door between us because we were so loud; three carols sung over and over and over; many people in elf hats; some darn amazing artichoke dip; a girl in a Cindy Loo Hoo type pompom-festooned spiral hat; a red wagon decorated like a children's Christmas parade rejected float (rejected for being too likely to explode, a la Christmas Vacation); a man dressed entirely from red clothing purchased at Goodwill earlier that day; beer from random houses we caroled to ("Do these count as donate-able canned goods? No? Well I have a way to get rid of them then..."); knocking on random doors to ask for donations (in aforementioned One Up Mushroom hat); The Boss' rendition of 'Santa Clause is Coming to Town'.

Good stories today, friends. Thanks to those hearty souls who came with me and well-met to my new friends!


PS. Doing good feels good.

Today I have to clean my room.

I've been putting it off for, oh, at least TWO SEMESTERS now. Which to those of you who've forgotten is over a year. That's a year of school supplies + art supplies + art projects done + assignments done + unsorted stuff + useless clothes in piles all over my room.

The problem is that, by definition, the things in piles have no place. 'Cause if they DID have a place that would be easy and they'd BE in their place. So today I have to make a place for all this almost useless/unsorted stuff and throw out all the trash/really useless stuff.

I may need a reality TV show to get this job done.

So The McLandsborough and I had some bonding time the other weekend with his dad and dad's girlfriend.

( I may be that girl.Collapse )

F-LIST:

VERY IMPORTANT THINGS AFOOT.

Poll #1321462 Hair, hair everywhere and not a drop to drink!!!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 16

Hair color= red or auburn; short gothling-bangs or long mysterious-lady bangs.

Will the wildebeast like it, though?

Guests, my birthday, New Years party, new semester at school. YOU CAN SEE MY DILEMMA.

Paris: "I don't think anyone should have to pay for God's love..."






"...I think that we should download it illegally using BitTorrent."

OK no seriously SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THIS:

( Click here to see the VIDEO OF AWESOMENESS AND FATHER-FIGURE ISSUESCollapse )

THE REPO MAN. A DARK, GOTHY ROCK OPERA. WITH SARAH BRIGHTMAN. AND GILES GILES GILES! AND they encourage audience participation!

There is nothing not to love about this except maybe inappropriately gore and blood but I'm always hiding my eyes for that anyway.

WHO WANTS TO COME WITH ME?!? or maybe I should say



(...how can any of you resist that?!)



X-posted. Showing sometime in January between the 10th and 17th at The Mayan.

I haven't really had a big party for my birthday (January 1st) because, you know... well, that day IS a big party! But I know I want to be with friends and have a great time so for 6 months I've been planning what I wanted to do. Finally all the plans came together and though I wanted it to be a surprise, it was leaked to the media early...



You'll all be receiving passes (and airline tickets, if necessary) in the mail very soon. Happy Birthday to me!

:)

I was with Gala and Nubby. They wore matching outfits as usual, white and blue, Gala in a dress and Nubby in pants. I suspected they were a couple and I wanted to say to Gala, "How much of this relationship is because you just broke up with your guy?" but I understood the draw to 'dulling the pain in someone new' and I thought our friendship was too new to get so personal right away. I decided I'd wait to talk some sense into her until we hung around for the day, later in the evening over dinner. And because I know that Gala and Nubby always take a picture of what they're wearing each day, I said, "Hey, while I'm here... let me take your picture for Outfit of the Day together!"

They enthusiastically agreed and headed around to where there were a series of stairs at the side of a building. They went to the second floor to pose on the landing there and I shifted the cigarette to the right side of my mouth so I could bring the camera to my eye. I centered them interestingly in the shot using one of the handful of composition tricks I knew. If only I had Dream Worlds, this shot could be so much more interesting I thought, referencing an expensive book I really want but which has to be ordered from the publisher in order to get it to my downtown Denver's Tattered Cover. Up on the stairs, Nubby motioned me to wait while she fixed her hair.

( I started thinking about the cosplay photoshoot I'd done of my friends last week.Collapse )

I was going to work on my illustration skills tonight by going to Dr. Sketchy's after I got off work at 5, but I think I'll take it easy tonight - I'll draw two pages tomorrow. First thing I'll do when I get home is jump under my covers in bed and get warm while I figure out that dream! Then soup and homemade foccacia for dinner, and then I think a little hot chocolate is in order - maybe some popcorn? Oh, and Pawn of Prophesy, my favorite go-to feel-good book! Am I the only one with a book like this, or do you have a favorite book you pick up and put down whenever?

Anyway, I wish everyone a very good evening. <3!

I had a debate today in Art History II. The theme was Painting vs. Sculpture: Leonardo vs. Michaelangelo. We all prepared information from both sides but I was assigned the sculpture side today as I walked in. I was very excited for it because it was right up my alley: there was no clear answer, so the outcome would theoretically be decided by persuasion, oration, and skill in debate. Excellent.

IN REALITY, it was CHAOS. Disorder, nonsequitors, repetition, appeal to emotion, unfounded claims, no rules I could discern, many, many spurious arguments and finally, the moderator was biased and kept arguing for a side. I think the only concession to 'debate' I saw was that we turned our chairs so they were facing each other, left against right side.

It drove me absolutely BATTY.

Dear Art History teacher:

WE LIVE IN A CIVILIZED COUNTRY. WE HAVE RULES FOR THIS SORT OF THING. EVEN IF YOU WANT TO SIMPLIFY A DEBATE, RULES ARE YOUR FRIEND AND CHAOS, WHO'S COMPANY WE KEPT THIS MORNING, IS YOUR ENEMY AND A FOE TO REASON.

In fervent hope for a better tomorrow because frankly today was EXCRUCIATING,

Skye

What are they teaching in the schools these days?!

[/old woman rant]

PS You should have seen the girl across from me gasp and become speechless when I brought up how we, as sculptors, were superior because we created in all dimensions like unto the Almighty.

When she recovered, she said, "Are you saying...that you're like God, because you create like he did? That because you mold a man or uncover the statue that already existed in the marble or whatever that you're LIKE GOD?!?"
"Yes" I said, nodding, "...thank you. You explained that quite well."

Her team glared at her and she continued to stare at me and do that gaping-fish-mouth thing. I looked back at her evenly, but because I am evil and love to win, I giggled a little inside.

I have a muscle crick in my shoulder, pulsing up my neck and radiating down my back. I'm taking medicine every 3 waking hours, double-dose, to keep the pain in check. (This is a LOT of medicine for me, if you know how often I take medicine and how much when I do.) I suspect the heavy backpack for school each day coupled with the tendency to hunch over to draw has finally caught up with me but I don't care: girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I'll get stronger and over it, and meanwhile I've got a drawing to finish.

Yesterday I played with lots of big dangerous tools in the workshop for my 3D design class. Our project next tuesday will involve a 2X4 of birch, cut into >20 pieces and integrated with 4 found objects. ohmygosh whatever I have no ideas. Yipes. Point is - seriously, kids, stand WELL to the side of that giant bandsaw because the kickback is a bitch.



No worries; notwithstanding this post, I am not falling apart.



(...the universe is trying to destroy me, sure; but there's a difference.)