I had a seriously hot dream last night* that was interrupted at the critical juncture by me asking if the dream-guy had a condom. Which he didn’t. Which kinda put the kibosh on that. My freshman sex ed teacher would be so damn proud. *And by this, I mean there was both sex and good […]
Monthly Archives: April 2007
This morning as I went out to pick up yesterday’s mail, I saw a squirrel plummet two stories from the roof of the building and land on the sidewalk about three feet away with a loud slap, like a dry towel smacking the pavement. “Whoa!” I said to the stunned rodent. “You okay little guy?” […]
I spent much of today pacing the floors waiting to find out if the LA thing will go through. Glory of glories, my agent got ahold of me, and it looks like it’s a go–ballpark date would be leaving May 7th, for around two weeks. This is a great strain off my mind–I was afraid […]
I think the relationship dissolving thing has made me more girly. Or possibly it’s my buddy Carlota’s influence. Either way, I am…actually…looking at shoes. Online. And thinking things like “Cute!” Now, bear in mind that I am a woman who traditionally owns exactly TWO pairs of shoes at any given time–steel-toed hiking boots for stompin’, […]
Ya know, the people in “Lost” treat wild boar waaaay too cavalierly. “Oh, look, a wild boar. I’ll just scoff and turn my back on it and walk broodingly off through the jungle.” Dude. It’s not a possum.
Ya know, despite the fact that I always always say “There is no predicting anything,”–despite the fact that I SAID that to a bunch of college students, several times, last weekend–still, it manages to surprise me. I did not see the interest in the sloth coming. I never thought I’d get so many inquiries that […]
Well, as I’ve said before and will say again, relationship angst sucks. But on the bright side–and I will find a silver lining if I have to goddamn well sew one out of tinsel and dental floss!–it is one HELL of a diet plan. I’ve dropped twenty pounds since shit met fan back in December. […]
I am too busy. I have no time to paint. But I did it anyway, because if I don’t start getting my productivity back up again, I really will get depressed. This is a purely silly Weird Animal Pin-up, just ‘cos…y’know. Sloth Belly Dancer
Some of us just shouldn’t try to paint out our emotional traumas… Hamster-sized Catharsis
Hey there, world! Are you creative? Can you fake it? Got a great idea for an article about Stuff You Have Learned About Art/Writing/Creativity/Chickens*? Got art? Got anything? EMG-Zine, which carries my column “Wombat Droppings” (and yes, there’s a new one this upcoming month–enough moping out of me, back to the grindstone!) is lookin’ for […]