Monday, December 29, 2008

a guessing game

Okay let's play a game, it's like the one where you guess how many pounds the prehistoric pumpkin weighs or how many jellybeans are in the jar. But this time, it's 'How many times has Victoria packed and unpacked in an effort to scale down, reduce and eliminate as much weight and as many things as possible so as to maximize the pleasure of long-term travel?'

If you guess correctly, you'll'll win!! yeah!

As a bonus, you can take bets amongst yourselves as to whether or not I will do one final run-through pack/unpack marathon tonight. It's 10:30 PST.


Sunday, December 28, 2008

take off, hoser

You know how they say you're never prepared to be a parent, and there is no manual? Or how about the ol' adage for artists....the painting is never finished (weaker metaphor, but it works I think).

Well I found a Lonely Planet Guide to India, but otherwise, I will never be prepared enough for the mind-bender I anticipate the next leg of my life to be.

I found a five-week permaculture and natural building course in Vellore (south India, in Tamil Nadu state), begins January 9. Emailed the folks there inquiring about room, and they gave me a collective enthusiastic thumbs up. Wow! Just about the same time, I found, quite serendipitously, a pretty sweet deal on a one-way ticket to Chennai (formerly Madras...don't I sound world-traveled already?). So I uh....I bought a ticket and I'm leaving the day after tomorrow.

Let's see....I think I'll jump for joy and then go throw up, I'm so excited and nervous.

I'm packing light, lighter than ever - one small backpacking backpack and a very small daypack. Gimme a high five!!!!

I have a one-hour layover in Frankfurt. Now doesn't that rock?

And so for now I bid you a salubrious adieu and pledge to keep you as up to date as my schedule and internet access allows!


Wednesday, November 05, 2008

rubber rain dance*

Yes folks, we've done it now! Yes we can and yes we did! Creating a more perfect union, with a newly elected black president at our helm. Freak OUT!!!!! Create custom animated gifs at!

(I'll leave the plug for gifninja intact, they are providing a valuable service to all us good and privileged folks don'tcha know)

I feel stirrings of non-embarassment, at being American-born. I've never been moved by presidential campaigns and photos of their families, and I admit to being pretty much head-down and go about my own business during the recent election fracas, but I did see a photo of Obama's family on a postcard sent to Marsha, and I did watch the our new president's acceptance speech on TV last night, and I like that they do make a pretty picture all together. It's the Togetherness that moves me and I think he's the most sincere politician I've ever seen.

I wonder what will happen next. I wish for a fabulous sort of bifurcation, on a micro if not macro scale. The more I talk with people who are active in community, permaculture, and sustainability, the more I feel a sense of hope and excitement. It's not enough for me, I'm realizing, to just not watch the news. I need to be talking with people who are choosing sustainable methods of living in their lives and communities, because there really is positive change afoot. You don't hear about that on the news. It's good to see and experience it on the ol' grassroots level.

You know what I like about being back in Eugene and Oregon? The water tastes good here. It smells, tastes, and feels good here. Also, they sell kick-ass rain gear. See above: it's my new sunny rain rubber! I traded in my old REI Elements jacket for something...efficacious. This baby is solid. And I can fit five layers underneath for maximum warmth (see above). One of these layers includes a top-notch Columbia Sportswear lined reversable jacket that I found on the side of the road. Under that layer is a knit black hoodie that I found at CalPolyTech on campus, nobody claimed. I'm gonna Freegan my way around the world, just you watch.

okay more later, children are arriving and that means cacophony!

*also happy election dance, also happy four days of no smoking for Jay dance

Sunday, November 02, 2008

empty yourself and let the universe fill you

That, my friends, is my morning yogi tea tag mantra and it is mightily apropros of the metal concert I attended at the Oak Street Speakeasy last night. RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHWR!!!!

I worked my last day at the Library yesterday ("worked" being a relative term), handed in my badge (severed the umbilical cord), and walked out the door without looking back. That's not to say I didn't feel a twinge of oh my god what have I done-ness. On my walk home, I was asked if I wanted free dinner near the fish fountain, I think because I was wearing a backpack full to the brim with a coffee mug hooked on the side. Wasn't hungry, so I donated a loaf of Trader Joe's dumpster dived bread given to me by my former house mate Blanche and chatted up the kids who put the weekly saturday dinner on. Cool...

I was looking forward to Bat Makumba all day - CD release party, billed as a Brazillian funk rock ska band. Bring it on baby!

When I made my way back into town I stopped outside Cozmic, the venue for BM, and the place was nowhere near hopping. I felt no vibe, dig. So I wandered around downtown, riding past pubs and clubs, and then unbidden I thought hmmm.....I wonder if Rye Wolves is playing tonight? After a pitstop at Black Forest, Samurai Duck and Downtown Lounge, I grabbed a Weekly near the now-closed Zenon's (the one tangible of the market crash that I've witnessed) and browsed. And browsed...browsy browse...and COOL they are actually playing at the Speakeasy! RAAAAAHHHHWR!

Me, I've always wanted to hear Robin play sing sling some chords around, but no synchey-synchey so far. Walked in, he was there, we spoke some speaking, and they went on stage.

oh my god they erased my hard drive! I don't need to do drugs or prostrations, fasting or purging to reconstruct my reality. I just needed a combination of quitting my job and going to a live Rye Wolves show!!

I wish I had just left after they ruined me, but I stayed for one ballad* by a really popular goth metal band I've never heard of, and they blew this awful smoke all over, my existential breakthrough was diluted and now all I hear are the echos of the songs of the spheres. No I am serious, my brain waves were seriously altered and there was a puddle of drool on the floor after Rye Wolves finished their set.

All that and a wicked skull admission stamp on my forearm too.

Empty yourself and let the universe fill you, amen and forever, amen.

* nice hippocampus! hippodrome! I mean onomatopoeia! No, no....palindrome. Dammit it's not even that, but so close. Help me Mad Max.

Friday, October 31, 2008

and then

yes! well! I am actually now back in Eugene, after a seven-or-so week absentia!

I was on the central coast of California in SLO with a lot of sunshine and a very lot of good folk. It's definitely a curiosity to me that I'm happy to be back in Eugene, but I think some of that is owed to the fact that I soaked in so many hours of sunshine while in San Luis....the rain and blazing lemony crimsoney ochrey colors of leaves and fresh clean scents on the wind here are so FREAKING WUNNERFUL!!!

I WWOOF'ed at a meditation retreat center and attained non-enlightenment, yay me!

I'll now write another paragraph, or maybe just a sentence, and I'll complement the others with a few more exclamation points! !! see what a little vitamin D will do for you!

So yeah...the meditation retreat was fun and they're expecting me back tout de suite. I said I'd be right back and I meant it when I said it. I even left my bike (GASP) and my panniers (GASP), even some personals and clothes, as well as burgeoning container garden behind. On my way out the door to catch a craigslist rideshare with the inimitable Alex who has now moved from Santa Barbara to Seattle (yes, it was for a girl and yes, it was for a job....why the hell else would one move from sun to very-much-not-sun??), I doubled back to the yurt and grabbed my passport and all my feminine products. These things one should not be without, if one is planning on traveling, and who knows? Maybe I really will just jaunt over to Bali on my way back to sunny Cali.

I don't really resonate in a hummy hum hum sort of way with San Luis Obispo. I was there long enough to know that it's not just that disorientation no-hum that comes from uprooting one's self from a thirteen year life in Eugene, or shoehorning one's self out of a long working career, or deconstructing one's life in certain ginormous ways to start doing something completely different.


I do prefer the weird charm of Eugene to San Luis Obispo!

HOWEVER, I think I shall find another sort of charm in another sort of place, though I know not where that is yet. What's nice now is that I don't feel so sketched out and dog-chasing-tail-ish. I feel more oroboros (misspelling most likely). Which is good, believe me.

That's all for now; I've uploaded pictures in draft form but will post later, when I've more time and oomph to tell you all about what's going on in the pictures.

Tomorrow is the last day at work and tomorrow night is some brazilian funk rock at Cozmic; sunday is a Greg Palast documentary and sunday night is a lecture/booktalk/pep rally for sustainability and permaculture, from a guy whose book I just happened to pick up while visiting an intentional community in Templeton (California...just up the road from SLO). Wowzers, eh? Welcome home, me!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

last call from the portal of

...well, it's the last time I'll blog from my Mac; it's going to a friend's house for safekeeping; it and the grimy keyboard and the speaker system and everything. I guess I should'll be the last time I do anything from this portal computer for who knows how long. It's strange, but it's strangely ok too.

I was outside earlier in the sunshine, doing the last bits of laundry in a bucket, and a menage a trois of butterflies were flying was so cool. So summer. I aim to follow the sun and be in a year-long summer.

Been thinking a lot about a movie I saw when I was about 8 years old. My mom and I lived in San Diego and she brought me with her to see a lot of really bizarre stuff (La Cauge aux Folles to name one.....I probably butchered the title oh-so-gauche-ly). I remember seeing Walkabout and how the Aboriginal boy had naught but his loincloth, and a spear, and a spear-thrower. And whatever his elders taught him, stored in his head. That was it. Holy mother of holies! That's amazing! I've been struggling to pack for a three-week trip down to California. I keep telling myself I only need ONE pair of nail-clippers, not five (one for each bag). Lord.

When I was five and my mother was my age (39), she moved us from Ogden Utah to San Diego. She later told me that she'd originally planned to move us to San Luis Obispo. I didn't consciously set out to visit SLO, much less at this age. Pretty cool.

I hope there are good dumpsters to dive in San Luis.

adieu for now........

Monday, September 15, 2008

local yokel

(that's me)

Tonight I went to India! A slide show presentation by Denis, who is a volunteer at our Library; his wife Camille showed up after the show (she'd seen it all before, of course...up close and personal!) and we jawed about travel. They're both very and trés cool, older, seasoned travel-people. Denis just happens to be a travel agent. Apparently, I need to go to Bangkok. Here is some travel advice:

Buy your visas, airline tickets, and vaccinations in Bangkok. It is very and trés inexpensive this way.

I showed up at 7 to watch the show but the show wasn't yet underway, not for a half-hour. At first I felt really impatient. I've been on full-steam-ahead, trying to figure out what the hell to pack and what to cut loose, what to sell, what to give away.....but most of all, how to pack LIGHT. So I'm in GO mode and there's a half hour to kill. So I traveled around the neighborhood, and stopped at looked at stuff that I normally don't.

I looooooOOOOOOOOooooooooove walking around at dusk in the summertime when it's warm.

love love love love LOVE IT!

I wandered over to the library, and found a book on the read and return rack. A paperback, just like a wanted: a Sue Grafton mystery! I've been meaning to check her series out. How perfect is that! No due date even! Schweeeeeeet. Then I circled around the blocks, and looked at some art and photos and stuff.

By the time I returned to World Flavors, Denis had set up and was at the bar quaffing a beer. One of his friends was bussing a table (not for money) and two plates had half-eaten pizza slices on them.


No I'm not kidding. Are you kidding?? That pizza was damn good.

Earlier today I drove my car for the next to the last time (having sold it to my roommate) and on the way downtown to the thrift store to drop off a load, I picked up a jigging hitchhiker. We're in the city here folks, no worries. He was cool, he loved the Deeelite on the stereo, was looking to score some whacky tabacky (no joy here), and said that his Keen's were three years old and been to Bangladesh and back, so nice investment on the footwear, Victoria!

I am, you see, already traveling :)

On thursday I board a southbound train for San Luis Obispo! California here I come! I'm bringing my bike, I'm staying at a hostel, and on people's couches (couchsurfing dot com is a fabulous community resource!) and then next wednesday I'll stay with a very laid-back woman at Crow's End retreat center and I'll put in a garden for her. I'll be back on October 10 for a final day of work so that I can collect the remainder of my vacation in a lump money sum.

After that, I have no idea as of this moment.


Monday, August 11, 2008

a rose is a rose

Living with house mates is the most awesome experience ever!

Living with house mates is an effing pain in the arsehole!!!

No is the best and worst. Here I am on one of the worsts. We've patched it up since then and pulled our heads out of our respective bum-holes :)

For the most part.

**warning, lots of naughty, inhospitable, venomous language**

Check out Christopher Robin's Birthday Bash on YouTube. It's my bro's birthday and he woulda been eight years older than I am now. (47)

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Winter has been long, cold, wet, and dreary; in fact, it still is.*

My computer was in the shop for two weeks.**

I can't believe that people actually run the water while they brush their teeth.

* febrooary was peppered with sunshine, however.
** if not for that warranty coverage, it would have cost me $900 to replace the hard drive and logic board; ergo, I would not be typing this message right now from a computer at home. I would be using the one at work.

So now I'm going to whinge somewhere else for awhile.

**edited later that embarrassing. Who the hell wants to read about some bipolar chick's PMS tales of woe? god! Unless it's Sarah Silverman or whoever that is. That would be funny. Maybe I could be rich like Sarah if I asked her to do a comedy routine of my blog.


Friday, February 01, 2008

plink plonk plink plonk

Just a few important words before I fade out for the night.

The last few weeks were torturous hell. I am living proof that PMS does in fact exist, and I can and will survive (cue music). Yesterday I felt a shift, outta the blue. This morning, I felt positively......positive!

Almost manic.

Hormones, man, hormones, baby, lemme tell you, they are real, alive, kicking, and totally influential. Chemical romance and all that. It's a real trip. Maybe for one week out of the month, I will feel great, and the other three, I will want to rip everyone a new asshole.

I bought some herbs today. The legal kind, silly. Vitex, after my best girl friend Jacque told me what she learned about it at Sundance. S'possed to help with PMS and menopause and everything.

So yeah! This has been a totally estrogen-laden post! Deal! :-D

It's Hourly Comic Day and you can head to the


or gorge yourselves at


since this month it's a worldwide event. A global affair, if you will. It's so exciting. I'm posting to the forums tomorrow, but the blog is current as of the 10-11 hour. One more panel, and I am so done.

Oh, I tried my hand at painting a t-shirt the other night. It's acrylics, and Sharpie Paint Pens.

Good night, and sweet dreams. No need to fear for your small children, at least this week. I'll keep you posted.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

so fucking special

If you are familiar with Radiohead and Sesame Street, this post will be that much more making sensible.

Just remember, we all are really very special. Some, more than others. But always, you are a unique and beautiful snowflake, no matter what Jack says.

And try this from our friends of Low Morale, doing a music video of Creep. Now you know you are truly special. Don't drop yourself, you might break. I did that once, and I'm still picking up my pieces.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

across the universe

A few days ago, it was rilly cold and sunny. This is what I woke up to:

This is what I woke up to this morning:

Every year I post one of these pictures. This year, it's from a different bedroom window.

I wish I could totally relax here. I wonder how long I'll feel like my home is a pitstop. In the meantime, it's totally my home........well no not really, it's the landlady's; her presence is strong even though she's in Bolivia for another three weeks. Maybe the tension will lessen, at least for me, when I tell her I'm not going to do the garden with her. I know she'll feel relieved, but hopefully she won't feel all guilty about it and overcompensate in some other way, ya know? God. The less I see her the better. Fuck. I need to move.

In other news......I saw Across the Universe last night, at the dollar theater (well okay now it's the two-dollar theater). What a great show!!!!! I downloaded the deluxe soundtrack, it includes all the songs, in the order of their appearance in the film. Listened to it a few times today. I wasn't prepared to be so affected by it.

The bike ride home, about forty-five minutes (yeah, I'm la la), was real nice, even though it was raining raining raining. It wasn't so damn cold, it was just cold, so riding felt like a cake walk.

I got watch movie now, or Veronica Mars. Candy. La la la.

Friday, January 25, 2008

so it goes

no dice

*ring ring ring!*

Boss: "Hi Victoria, I'm trying to contact everyone who interviewed...."

Me: "Yeah I think I already know the answer."

Boss:"I'm so sorry, I can't offer you the job this time. You were wonderful, you light up the room, you're warm and personable, intelligent, you interviewed perfectly."

So why didn't I get the job? I keep asking.

BossLady has a hard time giving constructive feedback and breaking hard news. She'll get back to me on this one. I requested a meeting, so I can hone the ol' interview skillz. Or......whatever.

The suspicion that sneaks upon me is that I'm too much of a straight-talker, too much in-your-face questioner, and they didn't want me to land the job. Been causing trouble with our whole reclassification debacle these last TWO FREAKIN' YEARS.

So much for Equal Opportunity Employment!

No but really, yesterday after I listened to someone's voicemail for forty-five freaking seconds (in which she read no fewer than three scriptures from the Good Book) before I could leave a message to remind her of the class she signed up for on saturda ; and after most of the other people I talked with that day interrupted me before I could instruct or direct them thoroughly; and after listening to all the bitching and moaning that the reference librarians on desk slung around in the afternoon; and after I endured what for most reference librarians is a minimum of human humanity (read: filthy, disrespectful, dirty, inconsiderate, priggish, and otherwise offal)....I decided it's not such a bad thing after all to remain in my corner.

The money would be nice, though. I gotta figure out a way to sell some shit. Art shit, you know, the good shit. I'm so bad at marketing.



Monday, January 21, 2008

chalk it up

I would like to thank all the hard-working postal people for the sisyphean, herculean, overwhelming task of sorting, collating, not folding, binding, stapling, mangling (for the most part and most likely only under extreme duress); for persevering through wind, sleet, snow, and hail, etc etc etc..........great job!!!!!

I think whatever is causing the tick in my left tear duct is working overtime. Take a break already.

Oh, okay, good. Maybe it's done for the evening now. Crikey! What if that goes on for the rest of my life? I'm already exhausted! Lord.

iPhoto finally went completely whacked, I couldn't access anything at all and kept freezing up the works. Off to the forums I went, and found an application to download and manage, so I created a new library, and all seems well. For now.

Such trying times, these technological ones.

Actually it is a little - sometimes a lot - embarrassing, how much wealthy I am. Despite freezing my tushy off this winter, I am mostly pretty comfortable and have many amenities. I think I will turn on the space heater and blast my toes back from Iceland, pop some popcorn, and watch a movie. Lap. Of. Luxury.

One for the road:

Found it through a friend of a friend over on that MySpace space. Was looking for a bit o' inspiration and found a picture I liked. I think he's holding an Artist Trading Card that he painted but of course it does not look in the least like teeth.

Adieu mes amis!

Friday, January 18, 2008

sho' you right

Have I mentioned lately how glad I am that I don't smoke any more? I think of this lately because of how frikkin' COLD and WET and WINDY it is outside, and I never could abide smoking indoors. If I still wanted a cigarette, I'd be torn between my burning desire for nicotine and my burning desire to stay put where it's relatively warm (i.e., inside these four walls).

O what will I do when I move to Baja? No more deterrents!

Kidding, kidding. I won't smoke when I move to Baja.

Kidding, geeez! Like I'd move to Baja. How the hell would I make a living down there?

Oh but the warm weather.........probably can't grow a garden down there too easily though.

Shit it's cold here.

The other morning, there was opportunity for me to sleep until nine o'clock. But a certain next door neighbor was banging around like, what, he was ripping out walls or building a new wing off the master bedroom. Crikey!!!!! Nice guy, love the guy, but he's not one to keep it down at 7:30 in the morning. Actually, he's told me he can tune out most noise.

Love ya man, but shut the fuck up, eh! Heh heh.

I'm going to watch Johnny Depp now. Last night I tried to watch Transformers. I was horrified. Lines from the movie:

"Are you sure she's smiling? Maybe she farted?" (husband said to wife of new baby girl)
"No, she's a lady."

I let a big one rip as I was watching that. God! What are they teaching kids these days? It's not okay to be a girl and to break wind?! I thought we were living in the 21st Century. That's positively antiquated!

"No it can't be an Iranian hacker, it's way too smart."

WHAT?! Holy racial profiling! That's ruder than passing wind under the covers!

I had to turn the movie off.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

just gimme the g@*(%dm job


And post-interview.

I didn't totally blow, bomb, or fuck it up, but I am 99% sure I am outta the race for that round. Third time's a charm? I hope there is a third chance for me, even if I'm fifty freaking years old when that chance comes around that mountain when it comes when it comes. And that's not too far in the future. IF the future ever comes...... can it? The always, you know, like, in the future.

Anyway, I'm not constipated any more. But I feel bummed out. Did my crying jag after dinner, isn't that fun? When your gut is full of food and you decide that now's a good time to heave and blow snot all around?

Here's the thing - I think I'll get that LA3 job when I really believe I can do it. Now that I've done the interview, I know I can totally do that job. Yeah okay, it's my second interview. But I've seen how some people do that job, and I can totally do that damned job, and better! I just don't like all the politics. That is what sucks, and that is one of the reasons I feel doubtful about my ability to function at an acceptable capacity in that job.

Stop. Shower Time, then I'm gonna get wasted, drop a couple hits of acid, maybe eat a flat of mushrooms. No, first the party favors, THEN the shower.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

come again?

Much time spent reviewing and preparing (in all ways) for tomorrow's battery of questions (interview). I'm feeling a bit better. Had to stop for a bit and do a picture this afternoon:

One of my flickrfriends' canvas is in this picture; I actually imported it to Photoshop. Here's the original on flickrstream. He surprised me a couple weeks ago by using one of my images in a collage, that was really cool. So I'm collaborating on his now.

What an incredibly gorgeous day today. Sunshine and relatively mild, mmm mmm good. My trip out to the garden this morning (ish) to uncover the greens lest they cook inside the cloche segued into weeding thee olde greens patch and mulching it but good. I think that is the last thing I will do in that garden. I am so done. I saw some dog shit in that patch, which I'd been eating from, soooo...........maybe I really am housing some tetchy parasites in mah gut. Greeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaat.

My brain is swimming. I need to go for a longer bike ride in to work tomorrow, I think. Sitting too much today.

Blah blah blah, here is another picture, some quick sketches to off-gas and relax after using my left brain for 99% of the day:

Monday, January 14, 2008

juh juh jitters

I think I've given myself an ulcer, or there are unfriendly parasites growing in my gut; I've developed a persistent twitch in the tear duct of my left eye; and I'm constipated.

I will be so very glad when this interview business is done and over with. Which will be by four o'clock wednesday.

I must to go and fetch a paper bag to breathe into, now.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

say cheese!

Did I say Happy New Year yet? Ok whatever! Another turn of the screw!

Actually I'm sitting here, it's my friday night, and the windchimes outside the window up here in the studio are tinkling just enough. As in, not violently. As they have in so many days past, what with the gale-force winds and all. It's nice and calm right now. No one is yelling,

"Coco! COCO! C'mere Coco!!!!"

That would be the neighbor kid in the back who moved in a few months ago, calling to his pitbull Coco. Hey I just happen to have a video from last week. I shall go and find it and try to upload it.

Usually the yelling is around midnight-thirty. But not for a week or so. Hmmmmmm.......good. There is dogshit all over the place, it's really gross. Not so much in the garden, but some. That's gross, and unsanitary, and I don't want to eat any more produce from the garden (especially since I've been sick a few times this past month, stomach-sick).

acrylic on reclaimed cardboard, stand letter-sized sheet of paper

Hey I'm not freezing my ass off! The temperatures are staying above freezing, it's great! Two pairs of socks and yeti slippers, and my feet are actually pretty warm. Well, not cold anyway.

And with the warmer temperatures (relatively speaking of course) come spiders. Dammit!! Double dammit! I killed one last night. Confession! True story! So that it wouldn't crawl inside my mouth while I slept. I woke up with a spider bite on my cheek. Revenge of the mate, or instant karma. Shiiiiiiiiit.

I'm gonna go watch some Hollywood film now. I'm still kinda freaked out by I Am Legend, though much impressed by Will Smith's acting and I'm glad I had no idea he's on so many shit-lists.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

mah head

Dinking around again. Bonus! You can see my boogers, AND a pimple! Helmet head too! Although, my chubby face is mostly what you see. After dinner and pre-shower doodling. Huzzah!

I rode by that place for rent ya know......way way way too small. I couldn't even fit my big toe in it. I will keep searching.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

say cheese

cue circus music

It is so wettey out there. Falling wet and wind. And more of the same. Ugh! I must to make myself go out in it though, and ride my bike; otherwise, I'll sit here on my arse-end all day and I will regret the inactivity. Plus, there is a place I want to look at, to rent. Yesterday's encounter with The Landlady was SO gross to me. She's leaving for six weeks, traveling south america. I could be gone by the time she returns. Just don't wanna be around someone who treats me like she does, barf-o-rama. Quite serendipitously, my friend Robin from work called me last night and told me about a place that her friend is renting out, adjacent to his house. I'm gonna do a ride-by.

*girding loins*

Sunday, January 06, 2008


It was sunny earlier; before that, it was pissing down rain; before that, it was wet snow; prior to all that, I was asleep. Now, it's grey skies and more wet. Still and all, I need to move my arse, go for a walk, pick up some sundries at the store.

Wind's picking up again, too. I'm reading American Gods, and soon I'll be watching Stardust. All of a sudden, I'm in Neil Gaiman mode!

Here I am, messing around with another pad of post-its. At work, Charity relayed a grisly tale of a dead bird on her front stoop. I started a bird book for her at work the other day and finished it today:

Since my iMac has been freaking out (again and still, yeah), whenever I import film into iMovie and add effects, it likes to shred. In this case, it worked out pretty well I think.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

talkin'bout ghosts

Tonight it was all about process. No, I'm not kidding. I was gonna just give in to doubt, but then I decided to just pick up a pencil and just mess around. Glad I did. I love being absorbed by drawing. There are some things I really like about this one. The wonky stuff is okay too.

And what is up with this weather?! My god! Snow, hail, wind, rain, we got it all.

That is all.

oh wait! John Campbell, originator of the Hourly Comic Day, has made the forum for the 2008 gig! So on February 1st, there will probably be a couple hundred of us doing this thing and posting to a central location. yee haw!

For reals now. That is all.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

deetle deetle deetle

Crikey! so much going on, a stellar weekend, seemed like a half an eternity! but plenty of downtime too, art, celebration, chocolate, more art, cleaning man does that feel good. Hourly Comic Day has come and gone again, you can catch the full frontal

right here.

(I linked to my HCD but of course you can view the whole shmear by everyone too)

Tonight, a hastily scrawled flipbook, with pretty much no idea where it was going. It's set to Crab to Sun (my friend Chuck), song is old(ghosts)(new)west. The whole album is cracking good. I must to shower and then to bed for I have not been sleeping much and I am bound to feel ill effects of that sooner or later.