well, lords and ladies, i only have time for the quickest of quickies. i've been working like a madwoman the last few days (and basically EVERYTHING, including sitting and typing makes me hurt. moo.) and all the funstuff has gone by the wayside. poor dear seamus probably thinks i've met the Vin of my dreams and run off to Huludali to stuff myself on plantains, and swim on my back and watch the fruitbats swoop in the glimmering twilight every night*...
oh, sorry, where was i?
so, YAY, days off ahead. i have work to do on those, too, but jen is going away for 24 hours (thanks jen, hey burt and d.! hugses!) so i can be hermity for a while. (us needs our hermititidy, prrrecioussss..). i have artwork to do, and it is time for a new 'day off' and a hottie update. wish me luck.
i also have to see about esme (sick truck) and i have a !@#$ doctors' appt. on tuesday, and possibly a shoot on monday, but otherwise, no plans. oh, and of course my weekly anti-snow dance. which is NOT working by the way. hmph. i think this calls for a sacrifice. :)
to those of you whom i have neglected, please don't give up on me. banda, karly, will, bryan, and of course, mo seamus. "i am not ded." :)
wish me inspiration, happy dog, a comfortable drawing position, sunshine and no uncool phone calls. is that too much to ask?
(no! and neither is the vin/huludali/plantain/swimming/fruitbat thing! c'mon, god! bring it on! :)
blasphemously yrs.,
-magpie
oh, p.s. i got to see 'shanghai knights', y'all! jackie's great, owen's funny, fann is lovely, but ohhhh, that donnie yen! mm mm mm!
go see it, it's worth seven bucks just for donnie and the out-takes!
*i also know that he'd forgive me and love me still if this was the case. ESPECIALLY if this was the case, so that would be ok. i'd definitely SEE him more often! ;)
Saturday, February 08, 2003
Friday, February 07, 2003
Pardon the proper capitalization, y’all. I’m writing this in word so’s I can post it when I get to work.
So. Snow. I won’t kick (flog, beat, pummel, etc.) the dead horse MUCH more. Sigh. Snow.
I have been thinking a lot about my racial heritage and feelings about the weather. Here’s my current theory (“By Anne Elk. Ahem.”*):
As far as I can figure, I am mostly Irish, Scots, some English maybe, and Native American (Choctaw and Creek). Just from my temperament and personality, I am willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that my Scots-Irish blood descends from the Normans and other Viking peoples who invaded those green isles. During my time in Sweden, I felt VERY much at home on the little isle of Hven**, I picked up the language fairly easily,
and the rune stones and other ancient viking places “spoke to me”, if you get my drift.
As for the Native Americans, I am of the opinion that they were originally Mongol peoples (which, I think, explains a LOT about my Orcish nature, my fascination for things Chinese and love of big furry hats…) who trekked up through Siberia, across Russia and then over the Bering strait into the good old UsofA.
Now. What do these folks all have in common - other than being known as some of the most inventive, efficient, curious, wander(and blood-)lustful, fearsome, adaptable (and not to mention dead-sexy) warriors and invaders that the planet has ever known? Simple. The fact that they all braved terrible hardship, fearsome journeys over land and ice, traveled through stormy sea-monster infested seas, faced the wrath of gods and other scary natives and predators – ALL TO GET SOMEWHERE !@#$ WARM!!!
I think it’s a good theory. I bet those who know me might be inclined to agree.
Stay warm folks – or migrate.
xoxox
*Whoever gets that obscure reference deserves a cookie. Stewart, you don’t count. I KNOW that you know it…
**It’s my favorite so far of all the places I’ve been. I would love to retire there. It was in the Oresund channel, between Landskrona and Copenhagen, which is only about ten miles wide there. I could swim from home to Denmark! :D Also, it rarely snows there, because of the way that the channel is formed. Lovely, lovely Hven.
So. Snow. I won’t kick (flog, beat, pummel, etc.) the dead horse MUCH more. Sigh. Snow.
I have been thinking a lot about my racial heritage and feelings about the weather. Here’s my current theory (“By Anne Elk. Ahem.”*):
As far as I can figure, I am mostly Irish, Scots, some English maybe, and Native American (Choctaw and Creek). Just from my temperament and personality, I am willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that my Scots-Irish blood descends from the Normans and other Viking peoples who invaded those green isles. During my time in Sweden, I felt VERY much at home on the little isle of Hven**, I picked up the language fairly easily,
and the rune stones and other ancient viking places “spoke to me”, if you get my drift.
As for the Native Americans, I am of the opinion that they were originally Mongol peoples (which, I think, explains a LOT about my Orcish nature, my fascination for things Chinese and love of big furry hats…) who trekked up through Siberia, across Russia and then over the Bering strait into the good old UsofA.
Now. What do these folks all have in common - other than being known as some of the most inventive, efficient, curious, wander(and blood-)lustful, fearsome, adaptable (and not to mention dead-sexy) warriors and invaders that the planet has ever known? Simple. The fact that they all braved terrible hardship, fearsome journeys over land and ice, traveled through stormy sea-monster infested seas, faced the wrath of gods and other scary natives and predators – ALL TO GET SOMEWHERE !@#$ WARM!!!
I think it’s a good theory. I bet those who know me might be inclined to agree.
Stay warm folks – or migrate.
xoxox
*Whoever gets that obscure reference deserves a cookie. Stewart, you don’t count. I KNOW that you know it…
**It’s my favorite so far of all the places I’ve been. I would love to retire there. It was in the Oresund channel, between Landskrona and Copenhagen, which is only about ten miles wide there. I could swim from home to Denmark! :D Also, it rarely snows there, because of the way that the channel is formed. Lovely, lovely Hven.
Thursday, February 06, 2003
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
well, true to my usual form, i COMPLETELY forgot to tell my brother "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" yesterday. dangit. and this is a BIG one. 3-0, i do believe. wow. little baby "hneaky hnake"*. i wonder where he was, how he celebrated... i hope it was a good day. i don't know if he reads this - he signed my guestbook, so maybe... let's try a little experiment:
"HEY, JEFF! PICK UP THE !@#$ PHONE AND CALL YOUR SISTER SO I CAN PICK ON YOU ABOUT HOW OLD YOU'RE GETTIN'!"
:D
heh heh... that oughta work.
well, it is beginning to look like i've sprung my back out of whack** in a fairly serious manner. >:[ also, truck is non compost mentos***, so life is like unto a country song right now.
"IIIIII'm hitchin' rides with a thrown-out back,
my brother won't call me, 'cause he's so danged slack,
at least my dog ain't left me - 'still I can't fix my truuuuuuuck,
this is what you call "the famous Lovelace luck."
sheesh... :)
oh well. i have good books**** to read (and some bad ones, too: "Untamed", "Love's Savage Splendor", and "The Tarnished Lady"), and food in the house. and the weather is still pretty. that's something. y'all hang in there, too!
xoxoxoxox
sam
oh, p.s. i got invited to be a mentor for two high school students. does anyone else see the huge irony in this?!?!? :D
*there was tom t. hall song that jeff loved when he was little called "sneaky snake"...
**what in the heck does that mean exactly? is there such a thing as IN whack?
***i think that's latin for "don't throw that candy in the garbage."
****"1000 Dessous", which is a HUGE photo book on the history of lingerie (whee!!!) - expect more pinups! "Fire", one of Anais Nin's journals, and "Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper, Case Closed", in which Patricia Cornwell chronicles her solving of the famous case after 114 years. fanTAStic.
-oh, and here are the great lyrics to "sneaky snake".
"HEY, JEFF! PICK UP THE !@#$ PHONE AND CALL YOUR SISTER SO I CAN PICK ON YOU ABOUT HOW OLD YOU'RE GETTIN'!"
:D
heh heh... that oughta work.
well, it is beginning to look like i've sprung my back out of whack** in a fairly serious manner. >:[ also, truck is non compost mentos***, so life is like unto a country song right now.
"IIIIII'm hitchin' rides with a thrown-out back,
my brother won't call me, 'cause he's so danged slack,
at least my dog ain't left me - 'still I can't fix my truuuuuuuck,
this is what you call "the famous Lovelace luck."
sheesh... :)
oh well. i have good books**** to read (and some bad ones, too: "Untamed", "Love's Savage Splendor", and "The Tarnished Lady"), and food in the house. and the weather is still pretty. that's something. y'all hang in there, too!
xoxoxoxox
sam
oh, p.s. i got invited to be a mentor for two high school students. does anyone else see the huge irony in this?!?!? :D
*there was tom t. hall song that jeff loved when he was little called "sneaky snake"...
**what in the heck does that mean exactly? is there such a thing as IN whack?
***i think that's latin for "don't throw that candy in the garbage."
****"1000 Dessous", which is a HUGE photo book on the history of lingerie (whee!!!) - expect more pinups! "Fire", one of Anais Nin's journals, and "Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper, Case Closed", in which Patricia Cornwell chronicles her solving of the famous case after 114 years. fanTAStic.
-oh, and here are the great lyrics to "sneaky snake".
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
"I AM NOT DED." ...
:) ... just REALLY busy. i got a SICKO-UNBELIVABLE amount of stuff done around the house this weekend, making room for jen to feel more at home. not only have we not killed each other yet, but we are having fun.
on the down side, esme (my truck) seems to be sick, and i think i hurt my back moving @$$-loads of booksale books into this little closet at work. (it's one of those that starts half-way up the wall for some inexplicable reason. after you lug the boxes up into the space, you have to hunch over to move them. i have ALSO banged my !@#$ head on this !@#$ metal-housing corner 57 times. gr.)
despite all t his, spirits still good, as weather has been SPECTACULAR - sunny and warm for three days.
so. this-is-the-state-of-the-sam address in short.
oh, and speaking of that, i'd like to risk my little paranoid monkey head and state publicly here that i too, think that george bush (and his !@#$ *&^% father) are evil idiots. is there ANY way to stop this war? is it too late to call for a recount of the !@#$ vote (again?)
we as americans have failed badly where the bushes are concerned. where are the "hinckleys", "oswalds" and "sirhans" when you NEED them?
sorry. i'm just really scared and worried for all these boys (and girls). especially my adam.
damn.
:) ... just REALLY busy. i got a SICKO-UNBELIVABLE amount of stuff done around the house this weekend, making room for jen to feel more at home. not only have we not killed each other yet, but we are having fun.
on the down side, esme (my truck) seems to be sick, and i think i hurt my back moving @$$-loads of booksale books into this little closet at work. (it's one of those that starts half-way up the wall for some inexplicable reason. after you lug the boxes up into the space, you have to hunch over to move them. i have ALSO banged my !@#$ head on this !@#$ metal-housing corner 57 times. gr.)
despite all t his, spirits still good, as weather has been SPECTACULAR - sunny and warm for three days.
so. this-is-the-state-of-the-sam address in short.
oh, and speaking of that, i'd like to risk my little paranoid monkey head and state publicly here that i too, think that george bush (and his !@#$ *&^% father) are evil idiots. is there ANY way to stop this war? is it too late to call for a recount of the !@#$ vote (again?)
we as americans have failed badly where the bushes are concerned. where are the "hinckleys", "oswalds" and "sirhans" when you NEED them?
sorry. i'm just really scared and worried for all these boys (and girls). especially my adam.
damn.
