Today was fun! Went out with buddy Mur to get her tattoo, (which I designed.) I filmed part of it, as part of a promo for her new book, Playing For Keeps (expect me to go on about this at some point in the near future–I will be doing more filming as part of the […]
Monthly Archives: August 2008
There is something terribly soothing about painting fish. Klimt’s Clownfish
There is a new ice cream van in the complex. It plays Christmas carols. In August. This fills me with an unspeakable rage, and a vague desire for ice cream.
(Completely unable to locate that thing I was looking for, I was forced to do this instead. Yes, I should really be working.) Once upon a time there was a swamp on the edge of the vast and trackless grassland known as the Rootveldt. The swamp was not vast, nor was it trackless. It was […]
Oh, what the heck…there’s a lot more to the story, but this is the longest coherent chunk (and no, this is as far as it goes, I don’t know what happens after this. The story never quite settled in my head as to where it wanted to go–it’s got elements of “Mr. Fox” and “Bluebeard” […]
Dang it. I know I wrote this thing once, and I can’t find it. I only half-remember it–it was sort of a fantasy version of the problem with the cocaine trade, and there were trees going insane, but I’m digging through my random writing folder, and I can’t find it. Mind you, there’s a lot […]
I am torn. On the one hand, “royal gramma” is a cool name. Imperial. Imperious. Solid. But “fairy basslet” is all “Awwwww…” (I’ve never quite recovered from the fairy armadillo.) Oh, well. It’s a cool fish either way. Klimt’s Fish II
Doing the art for this book for Penguin is killing me, I don’t mind telling you–partly, I think, because I HAVE to be working on it…it wasn’t nearly so grueling when I was prepping for my show, because then I HAD to be doing something else. Typical. Still, I took a break and produced this, […]
Took a nap this afternoon, and apparently the subconscious is in fine form, because it kicked out the first of what will doubtless be a crop of Moving Anxiety Dreams. I hate moving dreams. I hate them like I hate no other dreams. I would far rather be pursued by an axe-wielding maniac in my […]
Last night I dreamed that I was trying to write a story for my buddy Mur* and even though I had a deadline, it kept getting longer and longer. This was a problem because I was writing longhand on paper (which I never, ever do–my handwriting is suitable for artist signatures and little else) and […]