Today I am at home, cleaning, sorting & packing up our gear.
We are also heading to
I am so enjoying having a few mindless, aimless days off. Hooray for vacations.
- Location:home in my studio
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:none
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Burp!
- Location:work (meh)
- Mood:
hungry - Music:none
Both the toy and the packaging are total fail. The toy is not at all "life-like" and, correct me if I'm wrong, chinchillas in the flesh are not really all that "stretchable."
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• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
( All of these came from my collection of 365 days of self portraits. )
- Location:home in my studio
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:none
"In a poll conducted by online ticket seller Fandango.com , 59 percent of fans said the on-screen kiss they most want to see is between Hermione and Ron.
Only 40 percent said they can't wait to see the peck in "Half-Blood Prince" between Potter, played by Daniel Radcliffe, and Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister in the film who is played by Bonnie Wright."
Oddly enough, neither of those kisses is particularly interesting to me, but I can think of a few others...
- Location:home in my studio
- Mood:
naughty - Music:The Tudors soundtrack
Slurp!
- Location:home (on staycation)
- Mood:
chipper - Music:none
So, I've been avoiding TV and most of my favorite Web sites today because I just don't think I can take another minute of the maudlin eruption of emotion and quasideification of the late, and in some ways great, King of Pop.
Honestly, I feel nothing but relief that he died before he had the chance to take any more nosedives into the fetid waters of tabloid-worthy weirdness that his sad, short life had become.
I really liked him with the Jackson 5. in a way, I felt like we grew up together. I identified with him far more than I did his whitebread counterpart, Donnie Osmond. Michael had talent and style and, even when he was only 11 years old, a whole lot of soul.
Sadly, the strangeness of his childhood forged the strangeness of his character as surely as the stability of my childhood made me strong and resilient enough to weather life's ups and downs with (I hope) a little grace and good humor.
daddysir has mentioned a couple of times that people are mourning because Jacko will never be able to turn it around, return to what once made him worthy of the moniker "superstar." I don't know that I agree. I think a lot of people are sad because they won't get to witness any more of the train wreck.
I'm a bit of a misanthrope, I know, but I felt the same way when Princess Diana died. Our culture drives it's tortured souls to the very brink of despair; then attempts to beatify them once they crash and tumble over the edge.
Jacko was crazy. He was a sick, sad, broken thing that couldn't fit within the boundaries of our common construct of reality. That he is longer around to be tortured or to do damage to those around him over whom he had influence is not a tragedy. It is a blessing.
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- Location:workin' from home
- Mood:
busy - Music:none
First, I've been feeling like ass for about two weeks, lethargic, achy, cranky, and tired. Miserably tired. I attribute this exhaustion to a number of things, mostly rushed schedules at work, trying to complete mine and my direct reports' annual performance appraisals amidst a flurry of vacations and surprise projects. There's been a lot of manageing up lately and controlling the spin as my boss has been preparing for her annual two-week European vacation. (That begins tomorrow, thank the flying spaghetti monster.)
I've also had way more trouble sleeping soundly and through the night lately. Light, sound, temperature, and vivid dreams are the culprits there. I am now two weeks away from my scheduled stay-cation, and I am honestly feeling the need for the time off in my bones.
On to more specific matters of suckitude: I have been trying to complete a relatively easy, but decidedly detailed project at work for the last week or so. I have made almost no progress beyond gathering the assets I need to produce the piece. Why? Because my office office door, even when I close it entirely (which I cannot do for very long because it gets rather warm without cross ventilation), is like a black fucking hole that sucks in all the petty, random bullshit from people who prefer to stand around whining to doing their fucking jobs. Honestly, I have fielded more stupid questions (and, yes, there really are some stupid questions regardless of what your high school English teacher said) and senseless requests in the last two weeks than I can count. Because I have set a deadline for myself of having this project completed by next Tuesday, I decided to remove myself from the hurly-burly at the office and work from home tommorw. (Are you following me, caemra guy?) Great Idea, badly executed because I left work today without slipping my laptop into my bookbag. I got home and realized that I had to drive all the way back to wrk to get the damned thing just so I can get some freakin' work done tomorrow. Argh!
And have I mentioned how effing tired I am?
It's Friday Eve. I have retrieved the laptop and plan to spend the rest of the evening doing nothing that requires thought or careful consideration. I plan to go to bed early, and I hope to sleep in. I will wake and work at my own pace, blissfully uninterrupted by random crap. I will finish this project by noon and call it a day.
Rant concluded. Resume regularly scheduled programming.
- Location:home in my studio, feeling a little yucky
- Mood:
cranky - Music:none
- Location:work (leaving it soon)
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- Location:work (meh)
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01. Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper/desktop.
02. Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper!
03. Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!
- Location:home in my studio
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:none
- Location:work (meh)
- Music:MC Hammer - "Can't Touch This"
- Location:home in my studio
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Rufus Wainwright - "Hallelujah"
Seriously, I just bought this at a Rite-Aid pharmacy. It's 15" top to bottom. I kinda think I know why Hello Kitty is winking.
- Location:home in my studio
- Mood:
amused - Music:none
| You Are Combat Boots |
![]() You really don't care what other people think of you. You are tough and often ruthless. You are independent, iconoclastic, and countercultural. You resent authority figures. You are very headstrong. No one is going to pressure you into being someone you're not! |
- Location:home
- Mood:
chipper - Music:none
- Location:working from home (but not for very much longer)
- Mood:
artistic - Music:"Perfect Gentleman" in Bengali
EOM.
- Location:work (meh)
- Mood:
amused - Music:none
- Location:home in my studio, feeling a little yucky
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