Sing with me

for Bro2
Originally uploaded by lpdesigns

Okay, not really. You don't have to.

Today is Bro2's birthday. He's 15. Eep! The picture is my gift to him, a little bit of handmade goodness. I really like that paper. So colorful. I wanted to get a pic before he tore into it. Traditionally we open birthday gifts around dinnertime. It does tend to promote procrastination. :P

Just don't

I used to read Funky Winkerbean rather rabidly. I cared, probably more than a sane person should, about the characters. Then the artist, Tom Batiuk (rhymes with attic) killed one of the main characters after she lost her battle with cancer. I wrote about that here, too. (Is that a sign of something seriously wrong?)

Anyway, now I just don't care. He then skipped ahead in time 10 years. Not sure how he's pulling that off because he was having current events impact the characters. Unless he's a real Journeyman he won't be able to do that anymore. Readers missed those 10 years and somehow I'm not feeling like he's doing anything to catch us up. It's just a little weak.

Another thing I'm getting past is all the reality/game show TV. I realize this is because of the writer's strike. But really, it's almost painful. Deal or No Deal is on 3 times a week now. Gah!

So I ought to resolve to make a change and use the time I used to spend filling up on TV on more productive things. But I, like most, am not good at following resolutions. I shall simply say I hope to do more and leave it at that.

Glooble-pffft!

No, I haven't lost it. I just can't think of a coherent title. Heh.

I'd love to say I've been working on new things, but I haven't. I'd love to say I've photographed all these supplies I said I was going to list. But I haven't. I'd love to say I've finally found some sort of gainful employment, but as yet, neither I nor the temp agency I 'signed' with, has. I'm stuck sort of. I have things I want to do, but instead...I blog. And think. About how not to think. I'm peculiar.

Little bro's birthday is in 2 days essentially. I'm going to make his gift, part because I'm cheap and part because he asked for something. Of course, he deserves more...he's a great little brother. I just...yeah.





Inspired by Etsyan Lemonade's blog post on reading I trekked up to the library and got that book.

I had read all the other Left Behind book...well, not the preceding three. Anyway, I'm sorely disappointed with this one. Unbelievably disappointed. I'm going to finish it, because I don't like leaving books unfinished. But I-yai-yai! (spl?) I don't recommended. The fact that just as many customer reviews on Amazon gave it 2 stars as gave it 4 should tell you something.

Blurble 1.12

I've been painting my room. I thought it would be done today. But I went out gallivanting with my mom and was way too tired when I got home. Mostly all that's left is the work that requires a steady hand. I'll try to take some pics when I'm done.

The change in my life continues. I notice newness in myself everyday, things I used to do and don't, others I hated but now love. One example of the latter is my recent need to write about myself, how I feel, how I'm different, what I think about the changes. I really disliked introspective work before. I didn't like what I saw when I looked at myself. I've filled almost half of a 300-page journal in the last four months. This is from someone who took 4 years to fill a composition notebook. Ha!

There is so little middle ground with me when it comes to likes and dislikes. I don't get violent or loud about it. I just pursue it like heck or avoid it like the plague.

Also got my first sale of '08 today. :)

Post Picture: Proof I have been working on things. This is another picture of a half-burned block that would have been a coaster expect I think it's too much. The design was drawn by me onto the block and then each stroke was burned. I finished it a few days ago, but my camera would work properly. Hopefully I'll get a pic of the whole thing finished in the coming days.

Now 1.08

I mostly slothed today. (So that's not really a word. Go with me.) I have a new block to burn. The one in this picture is half done. They're about 3.5" square. I thought they'd be coasters, but it's too much to do that. Unless I can find people willing to pay about $20-40 each. I don't know what I'll do with it. But I'm gonna make it.

From my Twitter:
I miss, love, want, fear, long, hurt. It's badness and goodness, complicated and simple, extremely conflicting. Yet...I'm addicted. :/
I've always been careful, guarded. Where I am now is very new and scary. I'm unsure again, of myself, my choices. I'm tired again, having to constant fend off that crazy voice that says, "You shouldn't have done that."

I'll get through it, past it, over it. I have a phrase for that, but I'm not going to disclose it. I like to keep some of my cleverness secret. :P I'll be okay, in time.

Post Picture: The family and I went to NJ to pick up our new van. There's a long story there that isn't very interesting. I bought the camera and snapped that picture through the tinted van window. There was a huge flock of seagulls at the gas station. Several were perched on the lights, but that one was alone. I really like it so I thought I'd share. It's all moody and kinda dark.