High

Are you high, or am I high? Cause I can't tell anymore.

That phrase is usually reserved for Senecal because of the absolutely mind-warping conversations we have. Or monologues he has with me as his captive audience. His latest involves feedback on an icon set that I put together. Sensing the idiocracy of it all, he goes on a diabolical sketching mission (on 3x3 post-its, as per usual) and sketches people hugging rockets that are blasting toward the moon, and talks of how to incorporate Sasquatch into the mix. The elusive Sasquatch.



I just got done painting a work that I want to call The Place They Landed. Kind of inspired by the airport shutdown in China that was due to a UFO hovering over the airport on 9/11/10. Not sure of which airport. Feel free to use the power of Google to sate your thirst for that knowledge. It's the one on the right.

I went out last night to a place called Sushi Rock (aka high-priced, uber-trendy restaurant where all the pretty people like to go to look at one another...) The shot above was me just fucking around with Photo Booth and Photoshop (curves). i.e.PROCRASTINATION. And thinking, wow, I want to check into my studio and just paint tonight...as per usual on Fridays. But, it is good to get out there with the friends on occasion.

But later last night, back at home and feuled with a couple cups of coffee, I got down to business experimenting with a couple new mediums (clear tar and various hues of interference.) All in all a good night.

My poor poor man

Yeah, I have been taking a lot of time to get my hubby back to a healthy condition. Thankfully for you I did not take a pic of his eye yesterday. I have not seen anything so gruesome in my life. Yowza. Instead I will show you a far less disgusting (and simply beautiful) shot of Sarnia, Canada. I'll be returning for my show this weekend...

Turtle!!!

Zoey clued us in on this little box turtle that was in my back yard yesterday morning. Cutest little thing, but I think his eyes say, I want to bite your finger off.

BIG Hair

This is all you need...well this and some Aveda hair spray. Then you are good to go. Get it here.

Toothiness

I had this root canal and crown put on around 6 or 7 years ago. It is now sitting on a pool of decay. Totally asymptomatic...does not hurt at all, which surprises the doctors. It does not surprise me since my nerves are for shit. Prolly just not getting the signals to the nerves in my brain. I'm a bit like Kick Ass...damaged nerves = no pain.

The one bad thing is that this bit of decay has eaten away at the bone. If left this way, eventually my jaw bone will deteriorate and then one fine day BAM!!!! Broken jaw....which would be gross since parts of the bone would be gone and that infection would get everywhere. Nastiness is what it is. Pure fuckin' nastiness.

Photo OP

I was over at FPC last weekend...got many good shots to translate to wide format.

Kate and Jack

Found a few old pictures of my parents in the photo album of movie star photos. This was December 31, 1949. They eloped to the hills of Kentucky to get married. They were high school sweethearts. Jack was captain of the football team and a star football player. He won a scholarship to play football at OU, but declined. Mom was a pretty, brainy chick. They had babies and lived happily ever after.

Until 1968 or so, then they had one more oops baby.

RIP Aunt Mary

I just found out my husband's aunt Mary died yesterday. She was a feisty old woman in her eighties. Even with all the tragedy of the past few years she kept on. I heard she was withering away because she missed Dorothy and Bud so much, but she probably still had enough fire to go on forever. When she went out to walk her dogs yesterday, she fell on the ice and hit her head. She then had a heart attack while lying in the snow. Another tragic end.

I only hope to be as feisty and fiery as she was in my life. I loved and admired that woman.

Now This Is Snow!

Photo: Me in 1985 or 1986, after one of the worst snow storms...that is not a drift. It snowed about three to four feet in a couple of days. That is like a Level 15 here in Columbus.

Getting Sick of Fortunes

I am off sick today...and not in the awesome way that kids use the term today. Just staring at the ceiling.

I Am Beginning To...

...question your commitment to Sparkle Motion.

Photo: Taken with my digital 35mm Canon a few weeks ago...one of my fav things to do is blur..such skill, I know.

Rated N for Noone

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Friday Night At 8pm

And I think I want to just go to bed and sleep off the month.

Migraines Suck

I get these crazy migraines on occasion since the surgery. Turns out the surgery is the cause of them, according the physical therapist. They are fucking debilitating. I feel awful, I puke, and then I feel awful some more. Turns out a vicodin helps. Found that out too late...by 30 minutes...and missed the NIN concert.

Stole the photo from Jared. Dude, awesome seats!!!!

Soup Spell

Okay, I have this weird and freakish ability to change the properties of soup...like a creamy potato or a creamy broccoli. I freaked my husband out tonight because I proved that I could thin soup just by being near it. I was eating mine and told him what happens. He said it was just my soup. His soup (the same soup) was still thick. So he traded me.

Within a minute his soup, too, was like water. He was weirded out by it.
It is a bummer because I'll be enjoying a thick, creamy soup and within moments it is thin as water. I have had this "ability" for years. I worked with a woman years back who watched me do it and told me that I was a natural witch. I'm not sure if I believe in all of that or not, but witches are suppose to be able to control the elements, right? Who knows. I am not sure what good it is...

But there must be a scientific reason as to why this happens.

An Unwelcome Guest

My kitten was not at all happy with his little visitor taking up space on his window ledge and blocking the sun.

Thank You Scarlet

One month and five days ago I had a little surgery on my neck. I had two levels of my cervical spine removed and replaced with cadaver bones and metal plates. I have to tell you, it has been an experience. I am healing up fast and well.

One of my first adventures out of the house was when I drove to meet some friends for a birthday lunch. My friend, who is a little goth (not the emo kind, more like the true kind: in spirit), asked me if I had the life story of the person who donated my bones. Nah, when a person donates bones and skin, they go to a bank. It is not quite like organs (hearts, livers, kidneys) where they track them and the match has to be more concise. With bones and skin, the process does not have as high of a risk of rejection as vital organs.

But, I still think about the fact that some person died and was kind enough to leave their parts and pieces for people like me to use. So, I named that unknown person Scarlet.

Why Scarlet? Because I have had an attraction to red since the surgery. I even died my hair red. I am not sure how much of a fake identity I want to develop past that point, so we will leave it at that.

Orange Coke

Okay, I just sent the following message to Coke.com. Hopefully they will do it...
"Hello. I wanted to email an idea I have for a Diet Coke flavor. Recently, when I am at Pei Wei, I add oranges to my diet coke, and it is delicious. If you could come up with an orange flavor diet coke, that would be awesome. I am sure regular Coke would be great, too, but I am diabetic. Thanks for your time."

I guess I could buy oranges and diet coke and do it myself, but that's a pain in the ass.

Update: I got an email back from Coke telling me that they cannot and will not take my suggestion because of a bunch of corporate BS that completely gets them out of ever paying me for making a suggestion. I didn't want to be paid. I wanted them to get their asses busy and make some orange Coke.

Bored Now

OMG. I am so fucking bored I am going out of my mind.

The Lights Are Out But Somebody's Home

Well, it is day three without power. I have a feeling I am going to have to figure out what batteries this lantern takes pretty soon.

Earlier we had pizza by candlelight. How romantic.

We just dumped nearly every bit of food we had in the fridge and freezer. That was a little depressing. The freezer stuff was gross. We have a shelf with stuff that may not stink if we wait. We will dump that later.

I am adapting surprisingly well. Although, I am convinced that having this access to the net and means to charge my electronic essentials means a lot. I will need to do laundry soon, though.

Prediction: Thursday night for the power.