I invented the wolverine. I was messing about with some fur and teeth one night and there it was. Wolverine.
Now the wolverine has movies, but I'm not in them.
Can you tell it's rainy and I'm stir crazy(er)?
My goal is to figure out what this might mean.
Could be ominous, but probably not.
Because cookiespeak is sometimes stilted, is it "right" as opposed to "left" or "right' as opposed to "wrong?" Questions like this validate my friends' claims that I can tend to overthink things.
I like the blogging thing. It's like a legitimized way to talk to yourself.
The road to blindness is paved with pretty amusing stuff.
I love to read sooooo much it will be one of the last concessions to darkness I will make. While I'm learning to give over things gracefully, I will do battle for books. Of course, this is tempered by the beauty of books on tape. Funny, I used to read books for a place called Lighthouse for the Blind. Small world in that I'd end up on the other side of that. I think it would be funny to get a book read by ME!
In reading the other day I found myself wondering why everyone is so down on Spain. Do you hate Spain? was the general question of the article. What to do about Spain. Even ELMINATING Spain!
W.T.F?
Turns out the article did not address Spain, but Spam. The M looked like an i and an n to me
There's lots of things like this. I wish I could somehow make a video of how I see things now. If I'm completely honest it's absolutely awesome. If I could figure out a way to film things this way I know it would be a well-received film. It's deliciously surreal and always, ALWAYS entertaining.
I know though, that when I forget and attempt to operate at the same pace my "old self" did I become an unrelenting havoc demon. I have to slow it down before I hurt myself or someone else.
For the most part though, I am content to just observe. I've stopped the panic at not being able to easily discern. I'm quite content actually.
Faces for example. As an artist I was initially very dismayed that faces, one of my favorite things about human beings, were dissovling. "A blur" was very troublesome for me at first.
Now though, the blot of fleshtones punctuated by random and varied gray masses has become pleasing in just a new and better way. Everyone's face looks like the moon...a combination of shine and carter. Right now, each moon face is full and luminous, and I love them all. I know that eventually they'll begin to wane just like the real moon, but that's OK. I'll remember..
Armed with my fresh resolves for 2009, I picked it up again. It was not easy. If I had a nickel for every every inch that had to be ripped and redone, well, I'd be flippin' wealthy. Too little contrast, too complicated a pattern, too little vision to discern.
On the flipside of that...I DID IT! I now have my "tuxedo" scarf. All done. Even if it did take me about 10 times longer than it used to. I'm sooooo happy. Yay! Yay! And more yay!
I needed a scarf for my tuxedo. I wore a tuxedo to my high school prom. I didn't do it to be outrageous or anything. It was really a practical decision. The cost of a girly girl dress and all the accoutrements seemed ridiculously over-priced to me. My boyfriend only had to pop for the cost of a tuxedo rental. So we decided to save the money on my stuff and put it in our travel fund instead.
I was very comfortable in the tuxedo. It felt appropriate to the special occasion and because they thought to put me in a little boy's tux instead of trying to tailor the smallest man-size the look looked good. The fitting was a little weird though. I remember the tailor saying "If you had five penises these pants would fit you like a glove. You don't even have one penis, but the fit's not so bad."
Later on I was in a vintage clothing store in London and in their "uppity" section were gowns and tuxedos. They had a very funky little boy tuxedo, so I bought it. I wear it whenever black-tie appears on the horizon. Not all that often, but often enough to not want to buy that many fancy dresses.
As I get older I find I'm becoming more and more a girlie girl. I was making the scarf to fussy-up my tux for a September event. Obviously, it didn't make its debut then, but it's ready for the next big (dys)function.
Yay.
nope. don't really live there but i might if it's nice. don't know cause i've never even been there.
good name for a country though. or a wine, like "this is a fine burkina faso. must be like a '78? good nose. nice earthy undertones."
or a nail polish, like "that bitch was on fie-yah! from the jimmy shooz to the top of her hawt red head. course that burkina faso lacquer didn't hurt none. smokin'."
or a dog, like "my dog chicken is a pure-bred burkina faso. of course the name on her offical papers reads lolly's original recipe tastes like chickin, squared. la ti da."
or a subdivision in floreeda, like "my parents couldn't take the canadian winter anymore so they went down to boca raton and got themselves a condo in burkina faso."
i could go on and on but the knitting needles are needling me.
quote of the day: vous devezz tout voir tout entendre et tout oblier. i don't know how the blowtorche's parents feel about that philosophy, but i'm sure they'll let me know if they disagree.
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