So today on "Wordless Wednesday" I am going to just blogpuke. Plus, my mind pockets needs to be gone through occasionally before running my brain through the wash.
People tend to do those survey type things and then forward them on and for some reason I always feel compelled to fill them out, even though I know nobody reads them. So today I am doing my own. Screw the list, I am just going to randomly type whatever comes into my head. Apologies in advance to Yen, by BFF, who endures me, for God only knows why.
1. If I put my iPod on random, and let it play for 3 days, you might hear nothing but classical music. I find this depressing. On the other hand, you might also hear Metallica, Josh Groban, and some freaking Canadian singing a song called "Bubblegum." I seriously need to get control of who sends me mp3's!
2. I sort of hate that my room is a literal vortex of something. Yes, that was vague, but only because it has several aspects to this vortex. 1 is that in the Winter, even with the heater on, my room is close to 15 degrees colder than the rest of the house, even my parents room which is directly across the hall from me. In the summer it can be 10-15 degrees warmer, and where we live, on a 115 degree day, that's like walking into a desert tomb. Also, my room absorbs smells like a box of baking soda. Ew.
3. I am a cartoonist, photographer, jewelry maker, wood worker, beader, baker, singer, poet, writer, editor, sculptor and weaver. Now if I just got off of my ass and DID SOME OF THAT!
4. There is an unfinished tapestry in my closet, I am only bothered by this because I want to finish it but don't really want to go back to the crafting class I took where I started it. I think the teacher thinks I am a flake.
5. The last save date on any of my PS2 games is 2006. I made sure not to tell this to the person who bought me my Wii. Then again, I can pay the Wii and lose weight, so I am not sure One has anything to do with the other.
6. Even though I want to save myself for marriage, and I intend to, if Jim Byrnes asked me to spend a night with him I would. And then I would text everyone I knew, regardless of the time of day or night. And yes, he is at least 30 years older than I am.
7. I think my room is going to be Steampunk/Post-Industriul Asian/Fusion. Go ahead and try to figure that out... What was that? Oh right, you can't. Don't worry, I'll post pics.
8. I really like sweet and sour stuff. Sour Starburst? Sour Starburst Jelly beans? Warhead Jellybeans? Oh yeah... in fact, if anyone got a hold of a big box of Warhead jellybeans and sent them to me, I'd be their slave.
9. I really like pointy crayons, and colour coding them, and my beads and pens and pretty much anything else that comes in more shades than 1.
10. The song with the most plays on my computer is "Writer's Block" from the 'Stranger than Fiction' soundtrack with 315 plays. #2 is also a soundtrack song with 220 plays. Much to my shame, "The Candy Cave" from Charlie the Unicorn 1 has 204 plays. Don't ask, I think I was high on Skittles.
Since this was a WORDLESS Wednesday and I crapped that all up, I am opening this bog entry up to questions. Ask anything you want!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
101 Things
Except it's more like 61 so far. Also, the list maker messed these up so they aren't in the order I typed them in. :P
1. Find out my blood type
2. Visit Washington D.C.
3. Lose 5 pounds
4. Fall in love
5. Get engaged
6. Blog once a week
7. Lose 10 pounds
8. Move into my own flat
9. Smile more
10. Spring Clean my room (CHECK!)
11. Pay off the IRS
12. Pay off Sallie Mae
13. Write a Book
14. Stop abusing the shift key (This is likely to not ever happen)
15. Read all the Michael Connelly books I own
16. See the Vietnam Wall
17. Do laundry regularly (Closer to it than I think)
18. Organize my iTunes
19. Learn how to ink properly
20. Live on the East Coast for a year
21. Fill a whole penny jar without taking any change out! (1/4 of the way there!)
22. Organize my chaos (3/4 of the way there)
23. Love that this list ends two days before the world is supposed to! (Done)
24. Eat more fiber, less crapola
25. Finish 3 paintings
26. Come up with a daily routine
27. Stick with daily routine
28. Go to the GDC 2011
29. Visit the Franklin Institute
30. Clean out the boxes in the garage (1/2 way done)
31. Save up for a better digital camera
32. Take pictures with the cameras I own now
33. Get my SLR out of the closet (CHECK!)
34. Find work with a design firm
35. Make my own line of stickers
36. Go outside more often (Been working on it)
37. Swim every day this summer (Does falling in count?)
38. Focus on creative goals
39. Publish "Bitter Tea"
40. Buy a ball joint doll
41. Be kind, rewind.
42. Don't compromise
43. Don't stop believin'
44. Invent static free glitter
45. Get braces or have lower teeth fixed
46. Make an entire Thanksgiving dinner
47. Make SOMETHING productive out of the cubby hole. (Plans in motion)
48. Record 5 songs
49. Design a game
50. Get along better with mom (Mostly there?)
51. Learn Peyote stitching
52. Finish one complete outline for a comic book (Outline novel style)
53. Finish cleaning my EVERYTHING
54. Finish mom's website
55. Publish Dis (More like finish some Dis ideas first)
1. Find out my blood type
2. Visit Washington D.C.
3. Lose 5 pounds
4. Fall in love
5. Get engaged
6. Blog once a week
7. Lose 10 pounds
8. Move into my own flat
9. Smile more
10. Spring Clean my room (CHECK!)
11. Pay off the IRS
12. Pay off Sallie Mae
13. Write a Book
14. Stop abusing the shift key (This is likely to not ever happen)
15. Read all the Michael Connelly books I own
16. See the Vietnam Wall
17. Do laundry regularly (Closer to it than I think)
18. Organize my iTunes
19. Learn how to ink properly
20. Live on the East Coast for a year
21. Fill a whole penny jar without taking any change out! (1/4 of the way there!)
22. Organize my chaos (3/4 of the way there)
23. Love that this list ends two days before the world is supposed to! (Done)
24. Eat more fiber, less crapola
25. Finish 3 paintings
26. Come up with a daily routine
27. Stick with daily routine
28. Go to the GDC 2011
29. Visit the Franklin Institute
30. Clean out the boxes in the garage (1/2 way done)
31. Save up for a better digital camera
32. Take pictures with the cameras I own now
33. Get my SLR out of the closet (CHECK!)
34. Find work with a design firm
35. Make my own line of stickers
36. Go outside more often (Been working on it)
37. Swim every day this summer (Does falling in count?)
38. Focus on creative goals
39. Publish "Bitter Tea"
40. Buy a ball joint doll
41. Be kind, rewind.
42. Don't compromise
43. Don't stop believin'
44. Invent static free glitter
45. Get braces or have lower teeth fixed
46. Make an entire Thanksgiving dinner
47. Make SOMETHING productive out of the cubby hole. (Plans in motion)
48. Record 5 songs
49. Design a game
50. Get along better with mom (Mostly there?)
51. Learn Peyote stitching
52. Finish one complete outline for a comic book (Outline novel style)
53. Finish cleaning my EVERYTHING
54. Finish mom's website
55. Publish Dis (More like finish some Dis ideas first)
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Mulitple Sclerosis and Me
I am walking in the NMSS' Walk for the Cure this year and am helping my mom fundraise. It's an interesting experience, since asking people I know (or don't know for that matter) for money has never been a strong suit of mine.
Yes, I am a good sales person, when I have something to sell. But how do you sell "hope" or a "cure" or any of the nebulous things you believe in, but can't tack down?
I haven't figured that out yet.
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Walk/CALWalkEvents?px=7664963&pg=personal&fr_id=13784
That's the link to donate to my team. SO far it's my mom, myself, my sister and a few friends, but the money raising part is hard.
Any ideas?
Yes, I am a good sales person, when I have something to sell. But how do you sell "hope" or a "cure" or any of the nebulous things you believe in, but can't tack down?
I haven't figured that out yet.
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Walk/CALWalkEvents?px=7664963&pg=personal&fr_id=13784
That's the link to donate to my team. SO far it's my mom, myself, my sister and a few friends, but the money raising part is hard.
Any ideas?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Snail Reproduction
I have a long time love affair with creepy crawlies. Growing up, my parents instilled an appreciation of the natural world in myself and my sister and this parlayed into our playtime in ways we wouldn't be able to appreciate until we were older.
In the early spring, when the ponding basin near our house was almost full from winter rainfall, little toads, about the size of a pinky fingernail, would start popping up in near biblical proportions. My sister and I would run through the streets with margarine tubs, scooping the little guys up out of the way of traffic. Our yard quickly became known as a toad haven.
On camping trips in the summer we often took hikes though the meadows surrounding our tent site. On this one particularly beautiful day, me, my mom and sister saw what looked like bubbles foaming on tall stalks of Corn Lily. Turned out we were witnessing spittle bug nymphs feeding. Instead of squealing and running away we leaned in closer for a better view.
But sometimes being a scientist's kid who also loves weird things can have unexpected consequences.
The other day I was on my way out the car and I see two snails snuggled up together on the hose winder. Now, I like snails, I really do. in fact, the tinier the snail, the more likely I am to pick it up and let is crawl around on my hand. But they are pests and we are truly overrun by them. Last spring I found hundreds of baby snails clustered at the base of the only rose bush I still own, which was a gift from my parents. The rest of my roses succumbed to frosts and relocation.
So anyhow, seeing two snails out on a very cold day in early February piqued my interest and I decided to pick one of them up. To my mild horror, both of them came up together as they were attached to one another with long, slender yellow stalks. Being an observant person, who is deeply interested in science I thought "Ew ew gross! Snail penis!" Because I am mature like that.
As I shook off the shock of interrupting snail coitus it dawned on me that if they were mating, that would mean more snail caused carnage come spring when the eggs hatched. I tossed the two of them down and stepped on them. Then, I suffered guilt.
You see, even though they are pests, and very very destructive, snails are undeniably adorable to me and in some ways, represent the struggles we all face in life. Stepping on those snails was like stepping on a friend.
A spineless, mucousy friend.
In the early spring, when the ponding basin near our house was almost full from winter rainfall, little toads, about the size of a pinky fingernail, would start popping up in near biblical proportions. My sister and I would run through the streets with margarine tubs, scooping the little guys up out of the way of traffic. Our yard quickly became known as a toad haven.
On camping trips in the summer we often took hikes though the meadows surrounding our tent site. On this one particularly beautiful day, me, my mom and sister saw what looked like bubbles foaming on tall stalks of Corn Lily. Turned out we were witnessing spittle bug nymphs feeding. Instead of squealing and running away we leaned in closer for a better view.
But sometimes being a scientist's kid who also loves weird things can have unexpected consequences.
The other day I was on my way out the car and I see two snails snuggled up together on the hose winder. Now, I like snails, I really do. in fact, the tinier the snail, the more likely I am to pick it up and let is crawl around on my hand. But they are pests and we are truly overrun by them. Last spring I found hundreds of baby snails clustered at the base of the only rose bush I still own, which was a gift from my parents. The rest of my roses succumbed to frosts and relocation.
So anyhow, seeing two snails out on a very cold day in early February piqued my interest and I decided to pick one of them up. To my mild horror, both of them came up together as they were attached to one another with long, slender yellow stalks. Being an observant person, who is deeply interested in science I thought "Ew ew gross! Snail penis!" Because I am mature like that.
As I shook off the shock of interrupting snail coitus it dawned on me that if they were mating, that would mean more snail caused carnage come spring when the eggs hatched. I tossed the two of them down and stepped on them. Then, I suffered guilt.
You see, even though they are pests, and very very destructive, snails are undeniably adorable to me and in some ways, represent the struggles we all face in life. Stepping on those snails was like stepping on a friend.
A spineless, mucousy friend.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Hair in Weird Places
When I was little, I used to take an open glee in "hair spotting." My mom has a small brown mole on her right arm and sometimes the light would glint across it just right and reveal an abnormally long light brown hair. I tended to take notice when we were in the car together and when she was distracted making a left hand turn I would reach over to pluck it without having to worry about her smacking me. Or at least, not worry until the car was straightened out and in that case the hair was gone and smacking me wasn't going to make it grow back.
My dad was a more difficult case. Again, the hair was in a mole, but this one is on the back of his neck. No way would I ever tempt the wrath of dad by yanking a hair from any part of his body, even if, ostensibly, he wouldn't be able to see who had done it.
On and off I struggled with a fascination for pulling hair. I love to see it come out in clumps, I loved to see the roots and how different they looked from hair to hair.
This lead to some very strange instances where I ended up with huge holes in my eyebrows and later, while I was busy having a meltdown, I pulled all of the eyelashes out of both eyelids. Luckily, I worked at a beauty supply shop and got an extra good deal on fake eyelashes and glue. But my eyelashes never forgave me and the ones on my right lid grew in straight, and shorter than they had been. Needless to say I learned to stop plucking ANYTHING when I was stressed.
So you'd think that with this obsession with hair, both mine and other's, I'd be thrilled about hair in weird places. But the sad thing is, the day I noticed what looked like a dark brown hair stuck to my neck, and then realised it was coming out of my neck, I freaked. Unfortunately, it was later joined by another hair a little further back. One day I plucked both of them at the same time and the redness looked like vampire bites. I was not amused.
About six months ago, while my body was churning through hormones, getting ready for my monthly cycle, I went to try to clear a blackhead from my cheek. Yes, I know, leave them alone and they'll go away on their own. But this one had been there for 2 weeks and I was at the end of my patience. I gently squeezed, I furiously squeezed, I gave myself a bruise, and gave up. A day later, a short, wiry blonde hair had erupted from the "blackhead." It wasn't a pimple, it was my body smuggling a new hair onto my face. This whisker also gets plucked with both relish and disdain. I enjoy plucking it, I hate that I have to.
This leads me to not the weirdest, but the most regrettable place I have had a hair sneak onto. A part of my body I wanted to remain hair free until I was in my late 40's at least! Or older even, old enough to be mistaken for someones bubbe! That's right, you guessed it. On my 30th birthday, as I sat at a red light, my mother in the driver's seat, both of us going to be moral support for my grandmother at her pre-op appointment, I saw a long, light brown hair on my chin. I stared in quiet horror, quietly wishing for anything besides this, even a grey hair! But the chin hair just sat there in proud defiance. My childhood was over. Womanhood, and all that came with it, crashed through the roof of my car and landed on my chin.
I imagine that as I age, more hairs, in weirder places, will creep onto me, like kudzu in the south. And at first I will hack and pluck and wax, trying to keep the march of time at bay. And then eventually, I will sit back and laugh, brew myself a cup of tea and welcome the hairs as mile markers along the story of my life.
My dad was a more difficult case. Again, the hair was in a mole, but this one is on the back of his neck. No way would I ever tempt the wrath of dad by yanking a hair from any part of his body, even if, ostensibly, he wouldn't be able to see who had done it.
On and off I struggled with a fascination for pulling hair. I love to see it come out in clumps, I loved to see the roots and how different they looked from hair to hair.
This lead to some very strange instances where I ended up with huge holes in my eyebrows and later, while I was busy having a meltdown, I pulled all of the eyelashes out of both eyelids. Luckily, I worked at a beauty supply shop and got an extra good deal on fake eyelashes and glue. But my eyelashes never forgave me and the ones on my right lid grew in straight, and shorter than they had been. Needless to say I learned to stop plucking ANYTHING when I was stressed.
So you'd think that with this obsession with hair, both mine and other's, I'd be thrilled about hair in weird places. But the sad thing is, the day I noticed what looked like a dark brown hair stuck to my neck, and then realised it was coming out of my neck, I freaked. Unfortunately, it was later joined by another hair a little further back. One day I plucked both of them at the same time and the redness looked like vampire bites. I was not amused.
About six months ago, while my body was churning through hormones, getting ready for my monthly cycle, I went to try to clear a blackhead from my cheek. Yes, I know, leave them alone and they'll go away on their own. But this one had been there for 2 weeks and I was at the end of my patience. I gently squeezed, I furiously squeezed, I gave myself a bruise, and gave up. A day later, a short, wiry blonde hair had erupted from the "blackhead." It wasn't a pimple, it was my body smuggling a new hair onto my face. This whisker also gets plucked with both relish and disdain. I enjoy plucking it, I hate that I have to.
This leads me to not the weirdest, but the most regrettable place I have had a hair sneak onto. A part of my body I wanted to remain hair free until I was in my late 40's at least! Or older even, old enough to be mistaken for someones bubbe! That's right, you guessed it. On my 30th birthday, as I sat at a red light, my mother in the driver's seat, both of us going to be moral support for my grandmother at her pre-op appointment, I saw a long, light brown hair on my chin. I stared in quiet horror, quietly wishing for anything besides this, even a grey hair! But the chin hair just sat there in proud defiance. My childhood was over. Womanhood, and all that came with it, crashed through the roof of my car and landed on my chin.
I imagine that as I age, more hairs, in weirder places, will creep onto me, like kudzu in the south. And at first I will hack and pluck and wax, trying to keep the march of time at bay. And then eventually, I will sit back and laugh, brew myself a cup of tea and welcome the hairs as mile markers along the story of my life.
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