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Sort of art?
Jun. 1st, 2009 11:38 amSo the end of last week, I had a handful of art projects I wanted to work on over the weekend and post some time in the next week. And then there was babysitting and Bridgie is going back to school for a medical billing program so there was student ID and parking permit and books and first class, and then we had a class at the UU church, and here it is into the next week and I have a handful of not-quite-done art that I still can't post.
I also flailed and tore my hair out and finished a so-so entry for the MGC by 3AM last night, and now my left hand is half tingling half numb again, so I'm off art again until I can't see the cords standing up in my wrist and I can feel my hand. I'm especially annoyed at myself because Courtney's commission was pretty much top of the list for needs to be finished...
Ergh. Anyways, I'm going to link the MGC here although it probably won't be updated until afternoon because they have lives and work. Apparently the site's in danger of closing, and that's terrible because it really is an awesome contest.
To end this, because typing is hard and my left hand fingers keep missing the keys, we got one of those amusing spam things today where there's cut and paste of random story text. Except that the spammer forgot to attach a virus or slap in some porn or viagra adverts, so it's really just an eml of some random story fragments. I love these things. It's like the bastard child of haiku and flipping radio stations.
( There was a thoughtful silence again, and then he cried out-- )
Wasn't that enlightening and restful? I feel like I should meditate on the underlying meaning of the lines. But that might be because I was up until 3AM staring and Photoshop and there's too much blood in my coffee system.
I also flailed and tore my hair out and finished a so-so entry for the MGC by 3AM last night, and now my left hand is half tingling half numb again, so I'm off art again until I can't see the cords standing up in my wrist and I can feel my hand. I'm especially annoyed at myself because Courtney's commission was pretty much top of the list for needs to be finished...
Ergh. Anyways, I'm going to link the MGC here although it probably won't be updated until afternoon because they have lives and work. Apparently the site's in danger of closing, and that's terrible because it really is an awesome contest.
To end this, because typing is hard and my left hand fingers keep missing the keys, we got one of those amusing spam things today where there's cut and paste of random story text. Except that the spammer forgot to attach a virus or slap in some porn or viagra adverts, so it's really just an eml of some random story fragments. I love these things. It's like the bastard child of haiku and flipping radio stations.
( There was a thoughtful silence again, and then he cried out-- )
Wasn't that enlightening and restful? I feel like I should meditate on the underlying meaning of the lines. But that might be because I was up until 3AM staring and Photoshop and there's too much blood in my coffee system.
