Tuesday, May 30, 2006


We have a cardinal nest in our yard! It's in a small tree, at eye height. I think it's the same pair that got through building an entire nest on our porch before they realized that the big ugly mammals come out there every day. So they moved to the tree, which the big ugly mammals only pass every other day. I walked by it with the hose today, yelling to N about the mockingbirds that are putting holes in our garage, and the mama cardinal flew off in a huff and yelled at me for the next half hour. I am properly chastized, and will no longer walk by yelling about anything, since I can't be sure if it was the noise that offended her or the subject matter.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Finally, a weekend of productivity. Woo.

Friday, May 26, 2006


Found out today that my left leg is 1/4" longer than my right. Hmm. Wonder if that's natural, or has to do with me breaking all those bones in my right foot?

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Masochism, or Fun?

I thought I'd given up soccer. It kept hurting me, resulting in jammed fingers and ankles that are twice as old as the rest of me. Haven't played since I moved a year ago. (It's been a whole year? Really?)

But I just signed up for a league. I'm paying money to do it. I must be addicted; there's no other explanation. Soccer junkie.

Also, I found out today that having an ex-Marine drill sargeant yell at you while bench pressing makes you work a lot harder. Now my muscles hurt way more than usual. Yay. I wonder if I can rent his services every time I lift...

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Evening of Weird

I imagine, with dismay, the faces of the people I work with if they knew that the height of my frustration today was expressed with the following phrase: "Damnit, why don't I have any pictures of aardvark feet?"

Not Enough Time

I can't blame the job. Sure, I have to work extra hours sometimes, but that's OK with me. It's a great job, pays well, good benefits, and keeps me interested. But once it's over, there just aren't enough hours in the day.

Arting is hard. Fitting it into spurts of 1.5 hours after dinner and before bed makes it harder. I just want to start in the morning and go all day. But I can't, not even on weekends, because of the chores.

Cut into working out - no. The older I get, the more spoiled my body becomes. It can no longer tolerate with grace a half-pizza before bed. If I don't work out, I get more tired, punchy, and hungry for crap food. Work out, crave chicken. Don't work out, crave ice cream. Hmm. Health is way up there on my priority list, just after money, since I'm stuck with this body for a while.

Cut into sleep - maybe. But it couldn't last long; when I'm short on sleep, my mind starts spacing out. If I'm running on only a few hours, then in the afternoon I'll start losing chunks of consciousness. My eyes are open, but my brain is out to lunch. I guess it's making up for all those luscious hours of sleep during which it would have gotten its usual allotment of blanking out. Still, it's a technique I could try... Beware of the sleep-deprived woman with gouache under her fingernails, coming to your area this Friday afternoon.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Moot Controversies

Saw the Da Vinci Code. OK movie, certainly not Tom Hanks' best, and Ian McKellen, as usual, stole the show.

Seeing the movie reminded me of the fact that the novel stirred up so much controversy about the "Truth." There are several reasons that I think this novel and movie are not controversial. First: It's fiction. Second: Even if a living relative of Mary M. could be proven with DNA, there's no way to connect that to Jesus, since we're lacking his DNA. Third: So what if there is a descendant of Jesus? To me, that doesn't suggest anything about his divinity or lack thereof. According to what did get in the Bible, God had a son, so why couldn't his son have a heir? Some say Jesus was divine, and so exempt from the flesh and its associated temptations. But he was born, died, ate, slept, defecated, and performed the general body functions required for life. Why not reproduce? Why does that one act exempt him from divinity? I don't get the issue. Of course, I'm not very impassioned about the divinity of that particular person, so maybe I'm too distanced from the issue to let zeal get in the way of reason.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Could Be Worse

I think I will adopt this as my art motto. Actually, I live most of my life by that motto. Helps me stay sane through frustration, despair, and testing. OK, maybe it doesn't really help with that last one, since it isn't true...


Don't ever ask anyone how their canker sore is doing, because you may get the response above.

Thursday, May 18, 2006


This morning, my breakfast was accompanied by a banana that had just passed into the land of Ripeness by crossing its northern border, the river Greenish. Had I not interrupted its journey, it would have continued heading south, developing ever-enlarging freckles from exposure to the sun. Eventually, it would have melted into a black puddle of odiferous goo, so I rescued it from a fate worse than death. Really.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Testing... testing... testing... tessss... tinnng...

How could I possibly have been naive enough to think it wasn't going to get any worse? How could I have thought it would be slightly organized or mildly reasonable? How could I have expected to do actual testing every time I get dressed up for it? Not that I mind.. the flight suit is comfortable, although the boots leave something to be desired.

Finished another Aku last night. Want to start another. Why must I keep wanting to paint things I sholdn't sell? Learning lots about brush control, gouache consistency, and straight lines. Oh, and how to cover up mistakes. =)

Monday, May 15, 2006

Wanderers Guild

The beach party and business meeting was a blast. The camaraderie and friendships alone are worth joining the WG for, let alone the cool art and writing. Go Wanderers Guild!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006


Sometimes life hates me. What can you do but slog through it until vacation? And repeat?

Monday, May 08, 2006

Stick Driving

N let me drive his brand-spankin-new car. Woo!

I drove stick once before - thanks, Stu, for the lesson. Now I'm really going to learn how to do it. It's not too hard, just need to get the feel of the clutch. Clutch? What is this "clutch" you speak of?

We tooled around the parking lot and I didn't hit anything. He let me drive home. It went fairly well. As N said, "we're still alive and the car is in one piece." Success!

Saturday, May 06, 2006


We are now a two-Toyota household. And mine's bigger, with a whopping 4 cylinders and 1.8L engine. And I get the worse gas mileage now.

No more red gas-hogging beast, yay! Sure, our first date was in it, but it leaked all over the garage floor, made funny noises, its stereo volume could only be increased, and its huge doors were the bane of my dent-free existence. And now I can walk to the garage-house door without brushing up against a long-snouted, dirty car.

Yaris means "spear" or something in Japanese. Let the short-nosed "spear" jokes begin!

Friday, May 05, 2006

Endless Amusement

Me: I'm not a sheep.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

How to Make Money

Every time I see those "bling" rims, I am astounded anew at the propensity of our society to buy useless material things. Not only will they buy it, they will pay exorbident percentages of their hard-earned* paycheck on it. WHY?

A conversation would go something like this:
Me: You spent money on that. (Points at rims)
Random Bling Guy: Yes.
Me: That.
RBG: Yep.
Me: WHY?
RBG: It's cool.

This is my best guess at a reason. But I need a better idea of the real reason, because if I figure out why people spend tons of money on worthless crap, then I can get rich doing it. The best I've come up with yet is a kitty litter scoop with smaller holes, because let's face it, the cat pee never stays in that nice little clump they show in commercials. It breaks into itty bits of wet litter that are many times larger than one grain, but small enough to fit through the holes in any existing commercial scooper. But I haven't had the gumption to fabricate one yet, likely because the prototype would require a soldering iron.

* This is a guess. It could be easily- or non-earned money, but hard-earned is much more grievous.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Multiple Personalities

It occurred to me today that while I know pretty well who I am, there's no way I could define it, in words or otherwise. I'm sure everyone else has this problem to some degree, except perhaps the people who have no clue who they are but think they do and describe themselves in a few sentences.

I used to think there was the true "me," and all the other "mes" were variations on a theme, modifying myself to fit the circumstances and company. The true me was the alone me - perhaps because I don't have talk to myself. Now I'm thinking that "me" is the conglomerate, clumsy balance of all the subtle shades of me. None is truer than the other. Some shades I like better than others, but they aren't truer because of that. And one would potentially go insane trying to describe or even list all the shades, much less their interaction.

In that light, one could not use the excuse "I wasn't myself" anymore. You are always what you are. What you do shows how you worship, despite the words you use to describe your religions.

This all came about because I don't much like the interacting-with-people-at-work "me," having to exchange pleasantries and pointless small talk with people I don't know and with whom I have nothing real to talk about. If I worked somewhere else, where the only people around were my coworkers, that'd be great. But every day here I see faces I've never seen before, and they inevitably mutter "hi" or ask how I'm doing. I doubt they care, but I feel obligated to answer in a reciprocately uncaring "fine," lest they be offended. I suppose it smoothes things over for everyone, but I find it unnecessarily stressful. Sometimes it would be more convenient to be invisible - imagine the stressless bliss and the hilarious things you'd get to see. Well, I see hilarious things all the time, but they're mostly in my head.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Web Design is Hard

Sure, anyone can type a few HTML tags and make a simple website, but you want multiple easily-updated pages, oy. Maybe I'm hardheaded, but I'm not going to spend money on a top-of-the-line web design program, even if I have to do the coding myself. Besides, Linux stuff is generally free software, and although they have some good tools out there, nothing does exactly what I want. I can't complain. But I sure am frustrated. I'm starting to think that web designers aren't overpaid. Maybe if I learn enough and like it, I can contract my services... hmm...