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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

:::.... We attended Staple! in Austin again this past weekend. It appears the event is growing bigger judging by the fact it was held in the Red Oak Ballroom of the local mall instead of in the Elk's Club which is located on top of a hill in the middle of a neighborhood. Also, there were a handful of more established and well-known artists there such as Jane's World writer, Paige Braddock and one of our favorites, Jim Mahfood, whose appearance was completely opposite from what I imagined. We bought two of his comic books to sign and I tried to throw in the fact it was my birthday, but he became distracted when someone handed him an iPod, so I just let it go. He was actually a cute little guy. Since I was too shy to take his picture while standing in front of him, I tried it from across the room which resulted in three thoroughly useless and blurry photos. We were disappointed to not see the artist behind Snake Pit, Ben Snakepit. I'm wondering if the larger venue resulted in a heftier exhibit fee which kept some of the locals from exibiting which would totally defeat the purpose of holding an independant media expo. Or maybe he just couldn't make it this year. We circled the floor obsessively for you Snakepit! We were there--where were you! Ironically, we ended buying a copy of his anthology at Waterloo records the next day before leaving town.

Jenny will be creating a comic book/zine chronicling our trip, which will likely end up for sell on Monkey Do Collective.


And just an hour or so ago, I finished setting up my new blog account so updates here are pretty much done. Sorry, no link will be added. Just like I didn't link my first blog to this one. Those two chapters are finished.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

:::.... I'm going to clean out my closet today. Just as soon as I finish making more coffee. I've decided that I don't want to be one of those people who stares into a space overflowing with apparel and exclaim, "I haven't got a THING to wear." Yes you do. You have every single piece of clothing in front of you to wear. You just gained weight. Or lost weight. Or chose pants that are just as unflattering with 50% off as regular price. Or maybe you are a slave to fashion and refuse to be caught dead in last year's shoes. Or maybe you are too lazy to replace clothes you've had for years with new ones because you hate shopping.

I have half a closet full of clothes I don't wear. The other half is occupied with hanging storage for me and Jenny's underwear, blankets, extra sheets, and pajama bottoms. So that means 1/4 of my closet contains clothes that are "family friendly" that I hardly ever wear, while the other quarter isn't worn due to a variation of reasons from paragraph one.

Where is this coming from? We have a washing machine and dryer now. There is no reson for the hamper to be even half full. Although when Jenny points out how it is half full, I like to think of it as half empty. My biggest problem is that after all the clothes are washed and folded, there is no room to put every piece of clean clothing away. We simply don't have enough space. Our two closets are tiny. Neither one is a walk-in and there is no hall closet. Once all of the clothes are washed, I get to spend the next thirty to forty minutes refolding all of Jenny's 100 t-shirts so that five more will fit into the drawer. Then I get to walk into her closet and try squeeze in more pants and button down shirts into a space that upon opening the closet door seems to say, "Oh no you didn't bring more shit to stuff in here!"

But since it's my fault entirely that she doesn't have more room to stretch out her things and just breath a little, I will work and rework our little space to make it all fit.

Friday, February 24, 2006

:::....With my birthday around the corner I've been thinking about something. What's the big deal about January 1st? It's the beginning of a fresh new year. So? It's really just the beginning of a new calender year. Not really a new beginning for ME. I was born on March 4th, so I figure a fresh new year for me would start on that day. With that in mind I've decided to make some changes. One of them will include a whole new blog. I've had this one for two years and I'm tired of looking at it. I guess I could just change the template, but I'm pretty sure the old muddy tan will show up in the archives. I'd rather just make a clean break and start a new one.

After shopping around briefly for another free online journal service, I've decided to stick with Blogger since it's now owned by none other than Google. And how cool is that? Plus I just don't have enough teen agnst to start a LiveJournal. And let's be honest, all those animated gif icons.....faggy.

I'll be updating for a while longer, so if you want the new link just comment with your email address or email me directly.

Monday, February 20, 2006

:::.... Part of becoming successful is staying motivated and playing the part of a successful person. It is in my book, anyway. So I like to spend an hour or so each day reading through a few blogs I have bookmarked. Today I found a great article on why barriers are your enemy.

"I think the source of 95%+ of barriers to success is...ourselves. It's not our lack of resources (money, education, etc). It's not our competition. It's usually just what's in our own heads. Barriers are more than just excuses--they're the things that make us not get anything done. And not only do we allow them to exist around us, we encourage them. There are active barriers and passive barriers, but the result is still the same: We don't achieve what we want to."


And my new motto:

"The smartest people relentlessly remove barriers around them. And the others let barriers control them."



Up until now, the smallest obstacle could trip me up and leave me stalled for weeks wondering why this had to happen, and to me of all people. So I've got this one written on a post-it and I resolve to adopt this new way of thinking and to not be an "other."

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In other news, on this President's Day, I attended jury duty. I was juror number 6 on row no.1 in a group of 24. On this occasion, they needed six of us to decide if a woman was traveling at an "unsafe speed" on the day she was ticketed. I couldn't have cared less and my look of indifference had me striked from both the sides of the argument. After sitting for three hours I gathered my belongings, turned in my "Juror" badge and was just short of whistling passed the chosen ones. Yes, you are special. All six of you. Don't spend your six dollars in one place. (what's up with all the sixes?...)

Thursday, February 16, 2006

:::.... This article detailing how American Idol is clobbering this year's winter Olympics, in ratings, makes me feel a lot less guilty about not giving a crap about them.

Watching the Olympics, in my opinion, is a lot like the Christmas holiday...Best enjoyed, and way more exciting, for children and their parents. I mean, what twenty or thirty-something comes home and relaxes in front of the TV to watch figure skating? And how is someone from the south supposed to identify with snow skiing or bobsledding? I watched the Olympics as a kid, and maybe one day when I have a child of my own I will become excited again upon hearing him dream of winning a gold medal. And I'll do my best to not ask questions like, "Are you sure you want to do that? Look at their legs. You don't want ugly muscular legs like that do you?"

Until then, I will continue to watch shows like Lost, where the next day I put on a pot of coffee and take my time sipping and reading what everyone thought of last night's episode.

Monday, February 13, 2006

:::.... Sunday we drove over to a friend's house, where we enjoyed lunch before heading into the garage to tinker with her old-fashioned letter press. Since this really isn't more than a two-person job, one to dig through all the type and spacers and one to set the type, I dragged a folding chair from the kitchen and tried to read a book. Occasionally, I would pop up and but in the fun to press a dozen or so pages and then sit again. I spent about thirty minutes reading the same page before giving up. I'm totally useless at blocking out conversation, so I just sat for a moment before the friend's husband pulled up in the driveway with their son. He is around four years old and zoomed passed us with a bashful smile without speaking. I followed him to his room where he had already shed is good shoes and was pulling on some little black sandals. Within minutes we were squatting in the little space between the bed and window constructing a complicated track for Thomas the Tank Engine and his friends which would involve three bridges, two cranes, and a turnabout.

On the way home we stopped by Ikea. They have a restaurant now so we shared a piece of cheesecake and had coffee before hitting the kitchen gadgets. Jenny found a little widget that quickly makes froth right in your cup. It's powered by two AA batteries and works like a dream. Last night while watching Grey's Anatomy we sipped hot soy milk with a shots of vanilla, big foamy heads and cinnamon on top.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

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Hey Roller Girl.....

I can't decide if this is actually sexy or not. I mean, the skates, the cigarette...I don't know. Why is she resting on her knees like that? She must be out of breath from smoking all those Virginia Slims lights. Maybe she should switch to the ultra lights.

Speaking of breath, I can hold my breath for 1 minute and thirty seconds. It started really hurting around one minute and fifteen seconds but I struggled until I reached something more impressive. This is what happens when someone programs a stop watch into the little electronic handheld device I happen to be holding. What did they expect me to do with this feature?...Take off running?

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