Monday, February 27, 2006

Whisky and kitties

I suppose one more kitty picture won't hurt. This is Dave with our kitties at our house. We had a very good time together.

Dave, if you're ever feeling down, remember that there are beautiful people up here that think you're hot. And remember that you are now officially Rimsky and Coco's godfather. They *are* expecting birthday and Christmas gifts. (It's on May 5--fellow Tauruses!)

Here's a picture of the leopard Dave was talking about.

I think I spent a little more time on this project than my fee required, but as a beginning designer, I suppose I have a reputation to establish. Anyway, it's a good thing I spent so much time on meticulous cardboard reinforcement. Actors are very destructive. Thanks to the hours of paper mache and taping, everything stayed together and looked good. And I am very glad that it's over. Now I have more time to watch Arrested Development.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Traveling cookies

So has anyone had this problem? I baked probably close to four dozen chocolate chip cookies, and about half of the damn things kept traveling either to the middle of the sheet tray and becoming one giant cookie, or they travelled to the edges and became nasty little semi-circles. At least I got to take home some of the ug-os.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

There are gaseous clouds around your anus, Bailey

Ohh. They're so cute. Only for me, the picture is marred somewhat by what I remember about how they smelled. Peew. What causes sleep smells? Our bedroom always smells so funky in the morning. There's dragon breath from all of us; and then there's that weird mixture of skin oils, sweat, and nighttime gas (particularly from the cute little doggy).

Oh and for your information, I am the sweetest smelling of the bunch. I usually smell like lemons and butter. Mmmm.

Monday, February 20, 2006

No more lull

I'm now very busy, but I'm procrastinating web-style. Happy Presidents day. I have no earthly idea what we should be celebrating today. Bush? The very thought of our supreme leader makes me want to vomit.

So, I made zucchini bread, banana bread, pumpkin bars, vegan choc. chip cookies, and vegan scones today. And I talked like a robot almost the entire time.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Courtesy Flush

So someone told me they always courtesy flush at public restrooms. I guess it means that as soon as your poop hits the water, you flush so that it doesn't keep smelling. Well, there are several reasons I don't believe in doing it. First of all, I have never experienced others courtesy flushing for me. Second, I like to think that it stops smelling after it goes under water. Third, it's a bathroom--a place specially designed for this kind of activity and I refuse to feel embarrassed about stinking it up. It's supposed to stink. If you don't like it, breathe through your mouth. Fourth, why flush twice and waste all that water?

Now, not flushing at all is a completely different issue.

Thursday, February 16, 2006


My life is in a bit of a lull lately. Whatever that means. I'm letting myself spread out and be lazy for a little while, but it's a nervous laziness because I know that I'll be paying for it this weekend. I can comfort myself a little because the taxes are almost done and I cleaned out the cat litter, but of course it's only to put off the stuff I don't want to do. Can you imagine? Doing taxes to avoid theatre work. Snort.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Best. Valentine's. Outfit. Ever.

A friend of a friend came to the art opening last night, and he had on the best outfit. Ever. He was wearing a red shirt with a red tie and red light weight V-neck sweater. The tie had some little white designs on it, and the shirt may have been more of a pink. On top of that, he was wearing a jean jacket with big red roses embroidered onto the breast pockets. And his shoes... were awesome. They looked like a pair of Vans and they were made of a burgundy velvet material. (The picture is flashier than the ones he was wearing, but you get the idea) And he was wearing a little rose bud tucked behind his ear. He was on his way to a singles party and honestly, I don't know how he could possibly have gone home single. He was adorable. (Just so everyone is clear, 1) he was pretty hot 2) he was not nearly as hot as the dude wearing a Pabst head band 3) he was pretty gay)

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Coffee for Saturday Mornings

Drafting on Autocad while thoroughly caffeinated is a great idea! Usually when I cross that fine line from "awake" to "wired", my productivity drops because I can't concentrate on one thing at a time. It's like my brain waves go from continuous functions to step-functions. Or something. Anyway, with computer drafting, it doesn't really matter for some reason. I got a lot done even with all the jitters and scatterbrained attempts at multi-tasking.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Time for another picture

It's sleeping Coco. Isn't he fuzzy? I also like this picture because someone's cute ass is in the background.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Silly joke

I'm sure everybody's heard this one already, but it makes me giggle.

How do you titillate an ocelot? You oscillate its tit a lot. Hee hee hee. Pause. Hee hee hee.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Nighttime Adventure

Last night my friend and I went to get a drink and ended up on the Minnesota/Wisconsin border in Stillwater. We went to a wine bar and as we shared an expensive bottle of wine, I proceeded to ramble on about my life and get progressively happier and less coherent (my friend comes from hardier stock and seemed completely unaffected by the alcohol). While we were driving there, we drove along some dark little windy roads and it reminded me of this strange experience I had in the boondocks in upstate New York. I went with a group of perfect strangers to this tiny little bar in what seemed to be some lost little nook in the Appalachian Mountains. It was striking how exactly the surroundings matched my image of the story of Rip Van Winkle. I would not have been surprised to wake up the next morning a little old lady. The bar itself was a murkily lit, impossibly old-looking wooden place, and when the fat old men started to play music, I remember feeling distinctly odd-- like I had been magically transported into a painting or a book. Last night wasn't quite as surreal an adventure like the one in New York, but I certainly hadn't expected to find myself in a little town next to the St. Croix River. As I stumbled outside, I grabbed a flier so I would have some proof of my nighttime adventure. The storyteller in me says that I should say that I can't find the flier anywhere, but I can. It's in my purse.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Got me some roses

I went to a wholesale flower warehouse with my friend and he helped me get 50 roses for only $25. They're beautiful and they smell like heaven. That place was packed with flowers. I wanted to buy them all.

Of course, now the cats have a terribly exciting new item to shred to bits. I had my water sprayer handy the whole afternoon. And I used it too. Both cats were somewhat soggy by this evening. Those bad little kitties. But my roses are untouched. Yet.

Monday, February 06, 2006

The Cook is Back

My awesome coworker Tommy came back to work today after 2 months of absence. He was supposed to come back to work 2 weeks ago, and when he didn't appear or call, the theories explaining his absence ran rampant. What I personally thought was that he eloped with his boyfriend to Canada. Anyway, he's back and I'm glad. I was afraid for a moment that he would be one of the many people in my life that never said good bye and that I would never see again. Whew. He even brought me a pair of black vintage nylons. Now I just need a garter belt. Anyone got an extra?

Sunday, February 05, 2006

I Guess This Makes Me a Real Artist

So I know this blog is strictly frivolous, but I will make a small announcement about my "first" art show ever. (The real first one was at Dordt, but it was really tiny and before I had any decent body of work. So it doesn't really count) On Valentine's Day, my partner and I are opening up our studio for a party and small/partial art showing. I'm displaying only paintings that I have completed in the past year. I'm uber excited. I think I punched at least 20 new holes in our wall trying to find a decent arrangement for my pieces.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Glorious Wounds

I am always quite excited by each new wound I receive while working at the bakery. They are usually pretty pathetic little cuts or bruises, but someday I'll get a whopper of a wound with blood, stitches, and burns all rolled into one.

This one is actually somewhat impressive. A heavy roll of plastic wrap started to fall off a shelf and I instinctively pressed my arm against it to keep it from falling, but it did anyway while the serrated edge happily scraped against my wrist. It bled freely for a while making it look like I had tried to do myself in. It really didn't hurt until I spread that Liquid Skin stuff on it. Then it smarted pretty bad.