Month: January 2008

Art, Doodles, Photography

Doodles

Shelly

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DIY Planner

I haven’t liked any of the planner inserts or DIY hacks I’ve seen (or, at least, when I did like them, they didn’t end up working for me), so I made my own out of 60lb student grade “art” paper. Tearing the paper and punching holes took me about 30 minutes, and it’ll take me some time to block out all the dates (I got through April done during today’s meeting).

The bonus is that during meetings, I now have easy access to art paper for doodling. I’m all for using what you have, and if all you have during a meeting is a steno pad, then that’s what you use. But having better paper at hand is nice

And now, that’s one more thing I can cross off my 101 Things list.

Crankypantsing, Pets

Dog Breading

Shelly

As I was taking Miss Brown out for her evening walk last night, one of the Stompy Girls and her boyfriend were coming in.

BF of SG: Hey, that’s a Boxer!
Me: (Pure jeenyous!) Yes, it is.
BF of SG: Hey, it be a girl or a boy?
Me: (Egad!) Girl.
BF of SG: Hey, is she been spaded?
Me: (Is. She. Been.) Yes. Yes, she has.
BF of SG: Oh. Well, that’s too bad.
Me: (Thank goodness!) Sorry!
BF of SG: Hey, you sure?
Me: (Boggle) Yes, I’m sure. Besides, she’s old and lumpy. (Not to mention the fact that her temperament is Teh Suck.)
BF of SG: Naw, she ain’t too old!
Me: (Yuh-huh!) Um, well, it was nice talking to you.

The funny part was that, even though this guy was clearly interested in setting up my dog for a sexxxy hot date, he was too frightened of her to actually come anywhere near her. When he and SG saw us coming out of the building, they both stepped off the sidewalk. Way, way, way off the sidewalk.

Crankypantsing

Not So Bored

Shelly

I’ve been reading a book on Richard Proenneke, on the advice of someone in one of the dog groups. To say that it’s not great literature is an understatement, but it’s a lovely story. It’s based on Proenneke’s journals and is told in diary format, which I obviously find compelling, despite the bad writing. I’m about half-way through it, and it occurred to me that I could just about be a hermit. It’s not that there aren’t people I like, and that I wouldn’t miss having a support system, but I think I would be pretty content with my own company.

And then, yesterday, a friend and I were talking about being irritated by people (she’s a departmental secretary, which is a thankless job). The cube farm was making me a little angsty, so I told her I’m ready to move to a deserted island. Oh, but seriously. She reckoned that I’d get bored, but I’m pretty sure that I’ve never been bored a day in my life.

She complains a lot about being bored, though, and I have to admit to not being terribly sympathetic. I just don’t understand the concept. I’ve suggested that, if she doesn’t like being bored, then maybe she should cultivate a hobby or twelve. She’s considered and rejected every hobby I can think of, though. Maybe she secretly enjoys being bored? In any event, it can’t be that tortuous, since she prefers it to doing just about anything.

Uncategorized

Organization Pt. 2

Shelly

I finally got my planner problem sorted out last night. There may be pictures forthcoming, not that it’s anything earth shattering. What I did was tear down some light-weight watercolor paper. I punched holes in it, et voila, blank planner inserts. They are ready for list-making, calendar creation, and doodling.

We’re having a division meeting this afternoon, so I’ll have a chance to take it for a test ride.

Photography

Self Portrait

Shelly

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Self Portrait

I hate having my picture taken. Hate it! I even yelled at some poor drunk girl at a party for pointing her camera at me. So, this is about as close as it gets to an actual photo of me. Puffy allergy eyes and all. Aieee!

I took it in the bathroom mirror, using the macro setting. The lighting is gawdawful, and my camera doesn’t like to take interior photos with available light, so it’s a bit fuzzy.