eureka for serendipitous thoughts!

I have stumbled upon a perfect expression of my wannabe gothic self. I call it: VampyCam, or Vampire Camouflage.

It maketh me weep with delight.

Not only is it eminently practical for those dark-of-the-moon nights, having no light colors, but it also hides all evidence of either fresh or dried blood spatter, as well as that pesky bruising caused by inexperienced children of the night.

I'm sure someone has done this already - but I don't care.

I want my car back!

boohoo. My car perished in a fount of fiery oblivion last week, and I commute an hour and a half. It's going to cost the earth to get the holy mechnical gods to resurrect the stupid machine.

I want it back!!!

arty thoughts

I have come to a conclusion. All original ideas when it comes to art have been exhausted. We're merely recycling old stuff. There hasn't been any real new music since the 1920's. The last real development as far as visual art ended with the invention of photography.

All of this is my own opinion, of course.

To combat the impending boredom engendered by a decadent and increasingly isolated society, I will attempt a new art movement.

Leftover Landscapes.

I hit upon this serendipitous notion while looking for something to nosh on after arriving home from a very stressful breakdown on 680. I tend to get really weird when I'm stressed. Not only did I clean my room and the bathroom in under a half an hour, but I started thinking strange things about food. I found, in the fridge, a slightly elongated tupperware container (which is impossible to get open, by the way) which exibited the following contents:

1 piece of turkey bacon
2 small links of sausage (the breakfast kind)
.5 of a small golden potato - species unknown

I was struck by the fact that two disparate meat items and one starch item, usually eaten at different times of the day and certainly a different times of the week, were all housed together, and in a too-large container (which is impossible to open). There was no evidence of any other food item, no bits of egg or pepper or even small granules of salt to mar the barren perfection of what I have now dubbed "Dessicated Potato with 2 Breakfast Meats".

Just THINK of the staggering possibilities and unending combinations!

I just have to find a medium.

oh, the light!

Thats right, my dear reader. This light is shining full upon me now that I have come to the other side of the dank tunnel known as "painting hell and prop nightmare" for MOLM. I have successfully rode the wave of scheduling snafus. rarely gotten dunked in the panic fog of prop construction, and barely survived the avalanche of dissapointment in the chicky-boo who beat my sorry old ass out of Aldonza.

Reviews have been good this week. they praised Cervantes/Quixote to the skies (and rightfully so), but Self-Absorption Girl got this:

"...sustains the demanding role of Aldonza. She is a coarse wench, full of temper, who brings soup to the prisoners. They have no respect for her and taunt her. At first sight, however, Quixote acclaims her as the idealization of pure womanhood and calls her Dulcinea. This only confuses and frustrates her.

[S.A.G.] ...sings with a tension that reflects the stridency of Aldonza's character."

And I, despite my vindictive and judgemental naure, actually wanted her to succeed. And I even gave her the benefit of the doubt when her voice cracked and she had absolutely no compresson or acting ability during dress rehearsals. BUT: it didn't get any better! Flat, overacted, and fully icky. Not terrible, but if only Cervantes/quixote wasn't completely professional grade, she might have come out the better.

What does it all mean? "sings with a tension means, in my addle pated and hurt view, the role is waaay to big for her, she can't act, and her voice suffers from too much Britney Spears. AND: one cannot sustain any role with one's mother being president of the board.

FEH.

I didn't even go to opening. My set rocked.

harumph

blessings

I was pondering the universe today while making coffee, and thought to myself that I'm extremely grateful for non-dairy powdered creamer.

That got me going on the fact that I'm grateful for lots of things. And since my life has been horribly stressful lately, I find it lessens the pain. I also heard on the radio today from a dead guy: Don't be so busy dying when you're still alive.

So here's an incomplete list. I'm grateful for:
the color black
cherries, peaches, and all citrus
mascara
getting lost in my own imagination
paint
toenails (you never notice them until you've lost one!)
chemically enhanced hair color
good genes
high blood pressure medication
red lipstick
computers
my cell phone
sewing machines
good deep belly laughter
bunkie
shannon
kris
jess
my sisters
marcela
dawn
and my mom

as I said, not close to complete. In fact it would take my entire life to complete it. But now I feel better.