I had a peanut butter sandwich and tomato soup for supper. Miss Brown, who is spoiled rotten, waited patiently for me to give her the end of my sandwich. It took her about 20 minutes of lick-lick-licking to get all the peanut butter off the roof of her mouth.
Month: December 2007
Welcome to IHOP, May I Take Your Order?
Empty Booth by Wetsun, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license
They’ve been tarting up the west side of the 3rd floor. The old study carrels are gone, and in their place are some lovely new booths. I swear, it looks like some sort of breakfast dive.
Pictures shall, of course, be forthcoming. In the meantime, I’ve trawled Flickr for IHOP photos.
The Heretics
The Heretics
collage and watersoluble crayons in altered book
9 3/8 x 11 3/4 inches
The Heretics (a found poem)
When discovered among themselves –
Grudgingly respected,
Arrogant upstarts who threatened
the message,
Engaged in conversation with
such dissident seekers
With deeper insights
derived from deeper mysteries –
For the first time
The heretics speak to us
in their own words.
I’m a little ambivalent about how this turned out, visually. I’d probably change some things if I could. It’s a start, though, and starting is always the hardest part.
I should also point out that I cropped and pasted the two pages together, so that there is no gutter or white space. I had to scan them separately, because the book is too large to fit on my scanner bed. Didn’t I say that the next book was going to be small enough to fit? I lied.
From the Department of Weird
Ever since I got home, about an hour ago, it’s been steadily raining out back. Meanwhile, the sidewalk in front is bone dry. Apparently, there’s a tiny little rain cloud stalled over the back field.
Adventures in Shopping
I had to make a quick stop at Target last night. ‘Tis the season, so the parking lot was packed; the only spots open were at the very back. As I was walking toward the store, I noticed an elderly woman wandering around, looking kind of lost and forlorn. I asked her if she’d lost her car. She described it to me and apologized for being stupid. I told her not to worry, it happens to everyone. I walked down the row with her, looking for a maroon sedan with a 7A plate. It was only about 10 cars beyond where she’d been standing, so she would have found it on her own, but it was nice to feel helpful.
I forgot about the incident while I was shopping, but was reminded again when I left the store. For a moment, I thought, “That’s going to be me in 30 years.” Then, as I was standing around looking for my damned car, I amended it to, “Hell, that’s me now!”
Denied!
I tried to join a new(ish) Yahoo group for bookbinding and art journaling, and I was denied. Denied, I say! I think that’s kind of funny. It’s not like I need another group’s worth of mail to slog through or anything, but I got irritated with the idiocy at AJ2 and didn’t migrate to the new group when it morphed. I figured that replacing it with another visual journaling type group might not be a bad idea, but I guess maybe it was!
The Heretics
The Heretics
When discovered among themselves —
Grudgingly respected,
Arrogant upstarts who threatened
the message,
Engaged in conversation with
such dissident seekers
With deeper insights
derived from deeper mysteries —
For the first time
The heretics speak to us
in their own words.
I started a new project last night: another altered book. While flipping through it, trying to decide how to get started (aieee!), a couple of phrases jumped out at me. I got out a pencil and blocked out a few words. And then a few more. And a few more.
The Birds
On my way home, while stopped at a red light, I looked up and saw this flock of birds perched on the power lines running across the street.
And not a cloud in the sky!
Saskatchewan Beef
There are few things that gross me out more than the sound of fingernail clippers. I have two coworkers who clip their nails at work. Why? That strikes me as the sort of personal grooming that ought to be done at home. Aieee!
Also, it smells like chow mein. I mentioned it, and another coworker said it must be her–and I am not making this up–Saskatchewan beef. I said, “Your what?!” And then I realized she must’ve meant Szechuan beef.
Kill me now.
Wet Paint in Landry Area Thanks
I did a couple of loads of laundry when I got home from work. This sign was taped to the wall in the stairwell leading to the basement. I think it’s a little odd. First of all, I’m sure they don’t mean to thank us for the wet paint. I also wonder what they want us to do about the wet paint. I mean, is there an invisible “Beware” or “Caution”?
And where, exactly, is the wet paint? I assumed it was on the walls, because that’s where the sign was located. However, about halfway across the floor, I realized I was wrong. Thankfully, the floor was completely dry. Surely, when painting a floor, one would block access to the room with the ubiquitous orange cones or some sort of barrier? Wouldn’t one? One would not, I think, place a sign on a wall. And one would definitely not place a sign on a wall in a stairwell that is a half flight of steps away, and around the corner from, the painted floor. Surely?!
red paper boat 