Friday, April 29, 2011

doodled a man.

I don't do this very often.

Saturday, April 23, 2011


Wart report? Still shiny.

Maybe a wee bit flatter?

Maybe this is just my life… but does it always seem like there’s a television blaring in the background? Not trying to shun tv completely here, but I’m pretty sick of it. Sometimes I feel like I need to hide from it.

And then there’s Glee, right? And then there’s Supernatural, right?

Seriously, that thing should only be on for two hours a week. But then, sharing a bubble isn’t supposed to be easy.

SLB says: It always has to be about you, doesn’t it?

Me: Well, it is my blog.

SLB: Wherein you give a weekly wart report.

Me: If I feel like it. Sure. I think of it as follow through.

Monday, April 18, 2011

I don't know...

Saturday, April 16, 2011

try not to think

Someone told me that clear nail polish is going to cure me of this bump on my right index finger. I guess it’s a wart. It has been there for a while, small but obvious to me. Now it is glossy. I’m trying the clear polish thing. Maybe it will work, if I remember to keep trying. Maybe I’ll just have a shiny wart. Who knows? I’ve never had a wart before.

Sort of makes me want to paint myself green and cackle, but I think that would get old after the first couple of minutes.

Sometimes it’s difficult to obsess over unimportant things. You have to work at slapping back the big juicy reality things that want to ooze all over the frivolity. Occasionally, it helps to make a list.

  1. Polish toenails. It’s spring already, and you already dug out the polish for your wart.
  2. Read that book over there. You’ve already established that it doesn’t really speak to you. Maybe if you read it you’ll have a better understanding of what you do not like.
  3. Call up someone and bitch about the rain.
  4. Gesso something. That way it’ll be ready.
  5. Tidy the stack of things already covered in gesso. Inventory.
  6. Smoke, while thinking about whether or not it’s time to stop smoking. Pick a date and time to stop smoking.
  7. Consider that it might be easier to polish your toenails if you lost a few pounds. You haven’t picked a color yet, anyway.
  8. If you gesso over the pages of that book, it might make a good art journal. Why are you so appalled by the notion of gesso-ing over someone else’s words?
  9. Blow your nose again. You’re breathing too loud.
  10. Stare at your shiny wart.

What do you do when you can’t fix a tragedy?

Saturday, April 9, 2011


Rambleday… Yes.

I’ve been thinking lately about my reading habits. I never really thought about this at all until I started writing down what I was reading.

Sure, I have always been a reader, but for the first half and a bit of last year I was reading everything, anything. A lot. Good stuff, bad stuff. I challenged myself to make it through books that I never would have picked up before. I wanted to try everything.

Then August came, and something happened. Well, I should actually say that nothing happened. I tried to read, had plenty of things to read… and yet I couldn’t get past thirty pages of anything. I spent the last four months of the year failing to read. Much.

Honestly, though, I don’t even think I would have noticed that I wasn’t reading if I hadn’t spent the first half (and a bit) of the year obsessively keeping track of what I was trying to cram into my brain. I say this because when I try to look back on my habits before I started writing it all down, I find some pretty big gaps.

Is this failure?

I’ve decided that it isn’t, even though the little ball of self loathing that resides within me would argue. 

Self Loathing Ball: You have no follow through.

Me: Sometimes.

SLB: How can you say you love books so much when you often ignore them? There are books right over there. Why haven’t you read them yet?

Me: I tried. They just didn’t… (Fighting the urge to run here.)

SLB: Didn’t what? You might have learned something from those books by now. Stop doodling. That shit’s not getting you anywhere.

Me: (Closing art journal.) Honestly, if I really had any interest in reading those books over there I could make time for reading them. And for doodling. And for meaningful things. Good lord. I do suck.

SLB: At one point in time, you were actually trying to write, yeah? I mean, not that you were great or anything, but didn’t you do that for years or something? What happened to that?

Me: I hate you, aspect of me.

SLB: WINNING. Anyway, back to those books you haven’t read. Haven’t you been sitting there for about a week wishing you had something to read? VIOLA.

Me: Seems as though I need to fall in love with the first thirty pages of a book for reading to happen these days.

SLB: So that’s why you read, let’s see… twelve books from that not so great series about a month ago?

Me: I broke up with that series!

SLB: Twelve books in?

Me: I don’t want to deal with you right now… (Doodling.)

So, yes, I went to youtube and spent a good little while watching Human Centipede – The Musical this morning. That pretty much solved everything.

Friday, April 1, 2011

doodling with a hammer...

Ever have one of those days, maybe weeks, where you want to fling red paint at everything?