I'll keep checking the horizon

No hon, one on each foot.

Not much going on right now. Trying to find time to work on my artwork, and sorta failing. I'm in this awful cycle where I don't want to leave Current Workplace until I have something purposeful (like art school) to leave for, I can't apply for art school until I have more of a portfolio, and I don't have enough time to work on a portfolio while I'm working 40 hrs a week at Current Workplace. I've already done the math and I can't afford to cut my hours; moving home isn't a practical option for a number of reasons.

If anyone has any genius epiphanies, do let me know.

Honestly, I think if I start cutting out social things from my weekend, I'll find enough time. I just need to be more self-disciplined. Incidentally, Monday was my four year anniversary at Workplace [confetti]. I never thought I'd be here this long; don't I get to graduate yet?

Still up to this nonsense

It's taking forever because the brown thread's not thick enough -- meaning I have to send the shuttle through twice every for time the thread appears so that it's double-thick -- and because I have to beat the thread at least 2-3x as often as usual due to the pattern being so nitpickily detailed that the weave needs to be incredibly tight for it to show up right.

Also, when I lean on the beater to pull it in tight, it bangs agains the bony part of my forearms, so I'm covered in bruises which hurt when I lean on my desk or the dinner table.

Weaving's fun, guys!

I am a very geeked geek.

Oh my. What's this?



Could it be... a box of happiness?



Why yes, so it is. And what does that mean I have???



Damn skippy I have a complete set.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Case of the ...Tuesdays?

Just wanted to draw your attention to a new(ish) link on my sidebar. If you're not familiar with Hyperbole and a Half, a) you should be, and b) start with this one.

Hope you guys had a nice fourth, and fifth, if you got it off. My monday-that-was-not-a-monday was very much a monday -- I started the day by waking up with a nightmare, vastly oversleeping after I managed to fall back asleep, giving myself a nasty case of razor-burn under my arm while shaving, being absurdly late to work, then managing to overturn a full bowl of cereal onto my lap and the floor about an hour after I got in, resulting in me spending the rest of the morning trying to get milk out of the office carpet, then driving home to change and telling my managing editor to just credit me with having taken the morning off since I got practically no work done. The second half of the day was a vast improvement, but it had nowhere to go but up.

While I'm thinking of it, a heads-up: All year I've been telling myself hey, I'll work on art school research and my portfolio ...laaaater, as if later in the year the days produce not only more sunlight but more hours to work by, or as if working 40 hours a week will somehow magically take up less time next week, or maybe the week after that. Now, however, it's July, and I'm facing the fact that I somehow really have to fit massive amounts of creativity and explosive artistic growth into my current cramped-with-domestic-details, Dilbertesque lifestyle. It's kick-in-the-ass/panic time, and I may be on here a bit less. I'll try to still update at least once a week, but posts may not be as substantial, and as panic takes hold I may not make it quite that often. But comment-chats with you guys always make my day, and I'll try. Leave me little comments to say hi or something if it's been a while?

Moore, don't get me started on you

Dear Bear McCreary:

Please stop being so good at your job. I love your work -- your music's beautiful -- but every time I'm at the office listening to my ipod on shuffle, innocently doing my job, la di da, and So Much Life comes up... BAM. Even if I hit skip immediately, it's too late, and I spend the rest of the day feeling like I've got a lead weight in my chest. I realize this was the intended effect, but dammit, did you have to do it so well?

Much love/hate from your most devoted admirer/irritated fan,

Me

P.S. This is where I would say something snarky about Pegasus, but it's probably been done to death so I'll let it slide.