THIS is not done....

[Before you read this, Let me tell you I love Megadeth. I love Metallica. Both. (And more than Slayer and Anthrax.)So please... readers, none of the eternal debate.]


Dave Mustaine!!!
Dude...You have no right...no friggin' right, to have that glorious hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is so not fair...and I won't even talk about the fact you are nearly 50 (well, 46 at any rate!)
Wyaaaanhhh!!!
:x

this is so not fair dude!!!!!!


Anyway,love ya Dave. Despite that hair!
Jeez!! If I decide to live till middle age, I'll age like this dude here. I swear.

Yep. That confirms it. I am a dork.

If you need proof...

I have proposed to a few things on the internet. But this time I mean it. Batman, I heart you.

(Oh, and could you marry both me and my boyfriend? Cause he wants to marry you too. He can do the dishes while we drive the Batmobile and grit our teeth.)

Yeah.

In real life, a cool little thing has occured!

Photo by kittycrossbones

Kittycrossbones and myself worked together to submit to The Sampler. I did the artwork and she did the printing, a bit of design work and assembly (not to mention submitting and mailing PHEW). I think it came out super cute. We officially are awesome.

My arms are dye stained to the elbows from re-pinkening my hair, but I don't care cause its Friday, and I have a big bat signal shaped peanut butter cup to chow on. :-)

Busy doing nothing.

My parents visited this past weekend. So I took a mini vacation with them and ate fish and chips in the park and looked at antiques. Rocko the Cat had trained them to give him treats and feed him by the time they left.



Its nice to be able to put your life on hold when you want to.

I'm proud of the fact

...that I have total control over the part of my brain that is purported to indulge in romance.

Or in falling in love.

And once again

It's time for Sandman.
I've read this graphic novel deadKurtKnowsHowManyTimesAndYetICanNeverGetOverIt.
Yes. Once again it's time for Sandman.

Of having retaliated...

My OTHER blog is now....tada!!!...CONTROVERSIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



How cool's that!
:|

Uh-oh!!!

The world's round.
AND THE WORLD'S FUCKIN' SMALL!!
The world's a tennis ball. (no puns intended aaargh!!!)

Its UP.

Yes, its here!

So my personal website is up after being down for months and months. Its sat unfinished, as I put off making graphics. And even though its still a bit bare, its up and its functioning!

Its going to grow. I might add a shop to it in the future, but right now its just a hub to my Etsy shop and blog, and an online portfolio.

The Batcat mini-site is going to be way more fun to make (That is what the Batcat link is all about) so now I can get started on that. yay!

But that can wait because I am making up a TON of stuffy skeletons!!

My early morning shot of the skeletons lined up and waiting to be stuffed and appliqued. I am making some baby safe ones this time too. But for the others, I have to wait on my eyes from Australia, so the hoard will remain eyeless until later this week. I have other colours too, but I will save those for another day.

The little corner of the studio where I often crouch. It looks so full of stuff, and it is. Its actually pretty neat, no Diet Pepsi cans or cats or teetering piles of books and paper like usual. I must be slipping.

Alright, I am starting to blankly stare at the blogger window with dead eyes, so that is when I know its time to end this post. Coffee then skeletons.

Found this on Wikipedia

"Diana in the leavës green,
Luna that so bright doth sheen,
Persephone in Hell. "
-John Skelton



Amazingly crisp rendition of the Triple Goddess, a concept I've always been fascinated by...


In The White Goddess, Robert Graves said:

"the New Moon is the white goddess of birth and growth;
the Full Moon, the red goddess of love and battle;
the Old Moon, the black goddess of death and divination."

For heaven's fuckin' sake people, LEARN!!! :P

Yes.

Why does EVERYONE, no matter how frikkin' sophisticated(yes...I have an obsession with class and yes I am snobbish and yes most people make me screw my face up like I have 'dung under my nose'...(hehe, Rowling!)...so yes, why does bleedin' EVERYONE, no matter how classy he/she is, HAVE to say 'ChlorOmint' instead of 'Chlormint'?

Yes. silly thing to be bothered about but I am reputed to be irked by silly stupid stuff. And MISPRONUNCIATION is certainly one of them. Especially when it is epidemic...Doesn't matter whether the word in question is Chlormint or Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

JUDE departmental library antechamberplace with Khechi on the lurk...

Debopama has been taking a degree course on Japanese since as long as I've known her(*wink*)...and Sion is the class joker.

Sion: "Debopama, "X is a fat gaambat!"-etake Japanese e ki bolbi?

Debopama: "Gaambat ke ki boley ami jaani na. Tobe fat ke 'okitai' bole. So "X is fat" should be "X wa okitai des."

X looks angry.

*Sion runs his palm over his gloriously(!) shaven head*

Sion: "Taak maatha ke ki bole?"

Debopama: "Taak jaani na, maatha ke 'Haao' bole."

*Sion, pausing, thinks. Then jumps up, points a finger at X and goes* : "Haao okitaai des!!!"

:D

Gah!

Exhibitionism. Bloody EXHIBITIONISM every-fuckin'-where!!!

Losers behind screens, hidden by screens busy constructing alter egos...

You're NO ONE dude!! Absolutely no one!! Come tomorrow you'll turn around and join the stream. Why even bother, jerk?
So go ahead wear your gay 'goggles' and pump your enviable muscles here, because I know that where it matters, you are pigeon-chested. You're a loser.
And you too, you and yes...you, and the ones trying to look like they put me up to this, yes you too!

Its sugary, I warn youI

OMG Lookout, a spooky spooky witch. (Yeah right.)

This pink witch has a little teeny cookbook. Evil Eats. Its standard issue for pink witch cats. She is available in my shop.

She doesn't mind being nude on the internet. Its empowering.

This little lady was sitting around in my studio for months and months in an unfinished state. I loose interest in projects sometimes, so I wait until I think of better ideas. Making a little book made finishing her fun. I will definitely be making more teeny books in the future. Aww. Librarian cat? Harry Potter reading cat? ACCOUNTANT CAT. Wow I am SO doing that one. No stealzies, its mine.

See how much I accomplished this morning. Photographing,photoshopping,flickring,blogging. That's because I will spend the rest of the day moping around whining to the cat that its hot. ;-)

What's your celtic horoscope?

You Are A Walnut Tree

You are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group. You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition. Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous. You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected. A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

True again... ^_^
I love bloggothingosh!

Yeeesh. FINALLY.

It took FOREVER to get these things!


Tah dah. Postcards! Cathy guessed it on my sneak peek post. And the most surprising thing is that I don't hate them! Woo hoo! They do have their "quirks" but that's life! The real drama was shipping. The place that made them (which is a secret!) did an awesome job of printing them right away, within 24 hours! BUT then the shipping got majorly sidetracked. They kept going back and forth over the border!!


Ok whats this about? From USA to Canada, back to USA, back to Canada, Back to USA, back to Canada?? What tha heck? Well, eventually they arrived. The box they were shipped in was held together by a tiny thread of tape, its a miracle they weren't sprinkled from here to Kentucky.

Also, I finally passed the 900 sales milestone at my Etsy shop!! Its *ahem* kinda slow right now, so this took way longer than I would have liked. But I am still thrilled.

Oh yeah and I was going to post pics from my Canada Day weekend. I got lazy because there was no awesome pics of us looking all stylish at the concert and fun stuff, only the whole group looking unwashed and hungover. hahaha. I learned that I should have taken pictures at the BEGINNING of the weekend.

Here we are a the CN tower restaurant, being tourists. There. I posted a picture.

Every Monday I get all motivated to exercise more, accomplish more, clean the house, cut my hair and buy vegetables. I better get moving on all these things because by Tuesday they have evaporated. :-P

post without a name.

Death: The High Cost of Living is a spin-off from Neil Gaimans's Sandman(which is one of my few, albeit pathological, obsessions.)
I just downloaded the graphic novel-Death, I mean- and am halfway through the second book.
And I stop to blog...like so...and start ranting.
I just read this bit of the novel where this girl is talking to Sexton(yes, that's the name of the 16yr old protagonist). Neither knows the other and it's a club place they're in.
Please note here that Sexton is suicidal(having attempted it once already, without success.), and is living life as a compulsory prologue to inevitable and welcomed suicide.
Here I discard the unnecessary bits and pick up the conversation where it interests me.
Girl: "And what are you going to be when you grow up sweet child?"
Sexton: "Dead."
*some more frills that i slice off*
Somewhere now the girl talks about a friend of hers who underwent severe sexual abuse as a child by her family members.
Girl: "And one day it got too much. And she got her daddy's big old hunting knife, and she locked herself in the bathroom, and she started to slice.
And when she woke up in th hospital with bandages all down her arms, she was...somehow...still glad to be alive."
An uninterested Sexton: "Is that it?"
Girl: "Yes."
Sexton:"So what happened to her then?"
Girl: " I expect she came out to the big city. Doesn't everyone?"
And one look, you know what's there to know. The girl is wearing elbow length gloves.

I expect she came out to the big city. Doesn't everyone?

Doesn't everyone?
I don't want you to go around imagining things, and since I intend to be more transparent here than I am on the other blog, I'll tell you this...I was NOT sexually abused as a child. Rest assured :)
But well. Traumas. Haven't we all had our share?Shitty stuff. And haven't we all come out...to the big city...hoping to build...stuff, hoping to roll up the blanket of ash, put it against the wall, and forget about it...?
and then repent once in a while, don't we all...regret?
I for one, have. Come out. Into the big city. Literally, figuratively and in every way you can think of...Nay. The village won't know me now...But don't I regret all those years of not having the city?
Ohyes.
And now I rest my forehead on the desk and weep.(Yes. Call me emo. call me whatever..But yes. I have been suicidal. I have been into stuff that crapheads have titled "depressive gothic" and whatnot, if you know what I mean, (there might be lurkers here)...I don't know why I'm even talking about this here...But then I guess rants do good. Plus, I 'intend to be transparent'.)
I know what it is like to be Sexton.

Damn! The gloved girl made me cry! The bitch!

Er.

Do i look like a manga character?? I've been told a lot of times that i do. I don't know whether i should feel good or bad about it...but..well...there you go.
Do i or do i not??
:(
I know i've got rather large (expressive?? uh. i guess people use that as a healthy replacement for 'scary'. yes. the amount of kohl i use has been reported to have scared people away.) eyes and an almost pathologically insignificant mouth...and now this hair-ishtyle...

Something else new.

Its not the sneak peak thing that I posted about before. That isn't quite ready yet...

But! This is a painting process post!



I decided to do a frisket mask on this painting as its of a very white fox surrounded by very deep coloured things. I hate trying to paint out splatter. And I splatter a lot.



I also made a paper template roughly the size of the fox, which I placed down then glued in place around the edges with the frisket. Then I could go nuts and throw paint around.



After I completed all the pillows and stuff around the fox, its time to lift up my mask. I use this super old and gross pickup that I have had since time began. They don't wear out they just get bigger and grosser. The frisket sticks to it.



Then pull up my paper mask. Even though it looks messy, its all just yellow frisket and paint on top of it.



Tah dah! The white fox is still white! No blobs or messes to try and cover. (Ok, not much...) What a cool invention. I just need to add the foxes shadows and its complete.



And there is the final artwork. The most spoiled arctic fox in the world. Its in the shop!

I have officially decided to become a fox collector. I got a stuffed fox on the weekend, and it broke the seal. Fox crazy. And why shouldn't I be? Foxes are the perfect combo of cat and dog. A super animal!

Ok. I will save my Canada Day pictures/new product reveal/fox gushing until next post.

What Rock Song Defines You?

Enter Sandman

You are ''Enter Sandman'' by Metallica. You are constantly in fear of something. You always think about your fears and live life afraid. ''Hush little baby don't say a word, and nevermind that noise you heard. It's just the beasts under your bed. In your closet, in your head''.

Very true. Sigh. I so wish I had a clear head that'd allow me to put down here, carefully, self-whippingly, tearfully(ha!), and in detail all my fears.

Blah blah childish post but then whaddaheck!

http://quiz.myyearbook.com/myspace/Music/244796/What_Rock_Song_Defines_You.html

P.S. And yes, at 19, I still am addicted to Myspace quizzes. Go guffaw somewhere else, punk!!!