I'm remembering why I hate Blogger

It's 12:14, I haven't showered yet, I'm very late for bed, and Blogger just ate the post I've been working on for 35 minutes. Argle bargle frick frick frick. Recap:

Kathleen and I are awesome at baking.

My dad looks like Tom Brokaw. Behold:


Dad:



Tom Brokaw:



Freaky.

I call it, The Plan of Unlikely to Happen

Holly's trying a new plan, which is the Maybe if I Get in Bed On Time I Will Be More Productive At Work the Next Day plan. This means that, what with all the TNG and pie eating I had to fit in earlier in the evening (life sucks when you're not in grad school. Ow! Don't hit me!), I have left myself very little time to blog. I wasn't honestly planning on posting another sketch tonight, but it seems the expedient thing to do. This one's even less finished than the last one (which means it may appear again in its more finished form). Hopefully, I will actually have something to say tomorrow night.

Models make good ...models.

I'm late to bed. Picture post!

Late last winter, for no apparent reason, Harper's Bazaar started showing up in my mailbox. I wasn't paying for it, but I also didn't want piles of magazines stacking up around the apartment, so I halfheartedly tried to cancel it, without success. Oh well, I thought, it's full of pictures of people -- it'll give me something to draw if I'm running low. I'll hang on to them for now.

Her right arm was behind the girl next to her, so it sorta just trails off. Work in progress, I guess.

I can see titles are going to be a challenge

Day 3 and I'm already regretting my decision to blog every day. I'd much rather be curled up on the couch reading, but my roommate has the tv on anyway, so I guess I'll behave.

Aww, my friend Tom and his fiancé Lori got married tonight, and it was a lovely wedding. It was a traditional Dutch West Michigan wedding, meaning it featured stiff classical music, long prayers, a subdued atmosphere, and lots of old people, but the reception did have alcohol. Daring! It also had a live band, which was something I'd never considered before, but liked a lot. Also, both Tom and Lori are unusually great people and everyone was very happy to see them together, so it was a very happy wedding. And I'm very, very full.

Speaking of weddings, the title of my blog comes from a conversation my friends Kasey and Vicky and I had at work the other day, which boiled down to two conclusions: 1) Vicky's much more normal than either Kasey or I, and 2) I want pie at my wedding reception instead of cake. Especially if I have a fall wedding. Wouldn't that be awesome, seriously, a plethora of pies to choose from instead of cake? I am definitely a fan of this plan. You can put that in writing.

Mmm. Pie.

Thanks, Bed, you're looking ravishing tonight, too

I am tired. Not getting enough sleep all week, sandy-feeling puffy eyes tired. Time to punch out a quick post (said process made longer by having to push Garfunkel out of my face every three minutes) before brushing my teeth, skipping my shower, and pouring into bed.  

Despite the overwhelming tiredness, I had a nice evening. Telling my calorie count just what exactly it could do with itself, I made mac and cheese for dinner (with Colbert and Scrubs for company), then curled up in the semidarkness with my current Robin McKinley novel.  Not an altogether bad way to spend an evening when one's too tired to think. Previous ambitious plans involved making an artistic masterpiece of my blog, cleaning, laundry, and some sketching, but that'll wait for another day.  Bed's putting the moves on me and call me a hussy but I'm about to accept the invitation. 

NaBloPoMo

Folks, I abandoned blogging some time ago, for some very good reasons. I was busy. I spent too much of my day in front of a computer already. I no longer wanted to blog.

Today, I'm picking it back up for some good and some not as good reasons. I'm slightly less busy. I've given up on ever not destroying my eyes. I've been thinking about starting one back up again anyway as a venue for sharing my photoshopping exploits, sketches, and occasional observations on daily life that would take more than 140 characters to share. And, primarily, Catherine mentioned NaBloPoMo on her blog, which peaked my interest.

I could keep it up for a month, right?

Even if I ditched it immediately afterward?

In true me-fashion, I had to think about it for a couple days (grilled cheese or egg salad? geee... check back with me Tuesday), but I've decided that maybe a year of not blogging has given me almost enough unshared thoughts that I might have enough to blog about for a month. I'm not counting on it, though. Some posts will be short, and filled with pictures.

At any rate, here goes. Holly's back in the blogosphere.