Sigh. Last day of summer jobgig . . . Very sad about that.
But! Saw my mate Sara yesterday, and twas vair good to see her again, and will see my mate Courtney tomorrah. And Carlea on Sunday. Pallyrallying with mates is like sitting the soul down into a jacuzzi. Good times.
. . . And it continues. The madness! DON’T DO IT, WOLFDUDE.
Er, yes, no blog right now because I’m mainly concerned with getting this shite up before the midnight mark. Been tackling crazy, stupid shite all day, I swear. Gluh huh huh.
. . . And indeed, it has been an utterly, homogenously cray-cray week. I’ve gotten half the sleep I need and have eaten far less than ought. Aaaand when you compute this with the fact that I’ve meanwhilst dealt with twice the psychoshittles than usual, it spirals out into a mathematical equation of such ridiculous impossibility that my eyes cross and I find myself rather liking the idea of simply sleeping the resulting headache off . . . Or just coming home, putting on a certain Disney film and singing along until my voice gives out. Admittedly, my splintering shadow of a baritone does insult, injury and injustice to the songs in question, but . . . Oi, I’ve had a hard day. I’m allowed some delusional self-indulgence.
BELLS, BELLS! BELLS, BELLS! BE-EEELLS, BE-EEELLS!!! BE-EEELLS, BE-EEELLS!!!
. . . I am also, admittedly, not at my sane-est when I’ve gotten so little sleep and had time for so little even outside of work. This very day, my morning class had a tea party, as this was the last day of the class and I had to do a lot of prep for that.
. . . Why are you looking at me like that?
YES, I SPENT A GOOD CHUNK OF LAST NIGHT MAKING ENDLESS CUCUMBER SANDWICHES FOR A BUNCH OF LITTLE GIRLS, WHAT OF IT?
But yer, this week has been, by far, the most stressful yet and it shows. A coworker remarked that I’m getting skinny. Er, well, admittedly, I’ve really not had time for lunch this week, and a few times the week before as well, owing to having only so much time to set up from one class to another, but I really hope it’s not to the point where it shows. I have been feeling rather faint as a result, admittedly, because I have a Grand National Winner for a metabolism . . . Sincerely and truly, if I’m doing anything remotely active and don’t eat every two hours, I feel like I’m going to fall off of a pointy thing . . . Making a note to self to try to work on getting enough fuel in the tank throughout the day. I suppose R. and I are somewhat alike this respect, but thankfully, I’ve got a bit more padding than he does and I don’t want things getting down to his levels (i.e. out of hand).
NNNRGH, PAGING ALL FOOD IN THE FLAT. YOU ARE NEEDED AT MY MOUTH.
Last thing of note, my K. just showed me a documentary about objectum-sexuality. As alien as the concept (developing romantic feelings for and relationships with inanimate objects such a buildings, fences, and weapons) is to me, it was one of the most fascinating glimpses of sexuality I’ve yet encountered. There is almost a science to these people’s connections with their lovers (in these cases, the Eiffel Tower, the Berlin Wall, and various wooden fences, to name a few) and one (if they are anything like me) can not help feeling a combination of pity and intrigue for them. But then, I’m always keen to learn about the various connections people have, whether with eachother, with things in their lives, or with the unknown and abstract (i.e. spirituality, faith, art, music, et cetera). If anyone wants to see it, it’s called “Married to the Eiffel Tower” and it’s on Youtube. Really interesting peice.
Aaaand, in conclusion, tomorrow Carlea and I are meeting up with K. for a morning of art museum-ery! I can nay wait ^_^
Ay yi yi . . . It has been too long since I blogged . . . And I still don’t much feel like doing it. Buuut, I soldier on. At least I do somewhat like today’s page (unlike last update’s piece of ornate lavatory tissue).
This past week, I taught two classes. In the morning, there was Model Magic for the little kids, and in the afternoon was Sculpey for a slightly more advanced crowd . . . And thank succulent heavens for that, because, suffice it to say, keeping fifteen unruly wee kidlets busy doing arts and crafts for a three hour stretch is no walk in the park. It’s a romp through the thistles, in fact. With many a bee and peat bog and protuberant tree root which one might be tempted to believe was strategically placed . . . Er, yes. I think the metaphor is flowery enough. At any rate, I was exhausted after the first class, so it was nice to have a smaller, quieter group afterward.
They managed to do some fab work, though! Have a looksee;
Here are a few of the projects from my Model Magic class . . .
BEHOLD; A snow man in July!
Bird nests, complete with parental-bird et eggs . . .
. . . And a splendid sea monster.
. . . And, here are a few from my Sculpey class!
. . . I was particularly pleased with these GORGEOUS sushi trays. The kids did a fantastic job on them, did they not?
. . . And some tea-time treats; A cupcake, a cucumber sandwich, a danish and a . . . er, fortune cookie. Heh, well, there you are. We also made croissants, but I don’t have one to photograph, noo.
. . . And next week is promising to be adorable and chaotic as well. Will keep ye updated on that hot mess in the making 
As for yesterday, got together with my Kate for a wonderful, lovely day of bonding, cuddling, painting furniture, watching Persepolis, listening to her play music and sing gorgeously, and then suppering/strolling in the historic district. Ungh, I miss you already, my love. SO MUCH LOVE.
As for today, got together with the Carlea and spent a pleasant afternoon driving, having lunch, procuring groceries and working on zings. She helped me iron out some of the kinks with my script for chapter two . . . Crikey, I never thought this chapter was going to end. But we’re getting so close! I may be the only one, but I am excited ^_^
Gah, I HATE how this page turned out . . . But I must get SOMETHING posted today, mustn’t I? Yes, quite.
. . . I swear, I’ll blog again soon. Check back on Sunday, won’t you?
Sorry, no blog this update. Maybe next time.
A few shouts out;
Sully’s fab and gorgey comic is finally kicking off! Have a shufty, won’t you? www.uglyvampire.com
And many thanks to Mar for the tweet! You’re ace and all kinds of fabbity ^_^
Have to go to work. Will blog later . . . Or maybe not. I don’t know.
Happy Fourth, Yankland! In just a few hours, Imma see my K. Mmmyep.
. . . And Carlea brought delicious chocolateness with her when she came round, yesterday. UNGH, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME, MAN.
Drawed another one, me . . . I felt like painting, so I picked a random colourscheme . . .
. . . and pussyfooted about with it . . .
Just an ittle bittle thing possibly worth mentioning . . . There have been questions as to what colour, exactly, R.’s eyes are. I know it can be hard to tell, especially given my cray-cray way of colouring things (the atmosphere in this page, for example, has a great deal of blue in it, so his eyes probably look more blueishy than anything else). But yer, from my mouth and not from the colours on the page, his eyes are pretty dark, and a brown-green colour. So. There you are.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog entry.
Good gravy . . . first week back at work (or rather, at the new jobthing). I’ve been teaching the wee kidlets how to make things, as my class is so creatively entitled ‘All About Art’. I can assure you, the title was not my choosing . . . At any rate, here are two of the projects I designed for them to create, a multimedia koi pond (a sort of ‘sampler platter’ for watercolour, collage and drawing) and a diptych dealing with contrasting themes, collaged from magasines and built from scratch with painted popsicle stick frames).
. . . We also made triptychs. Now, it has been suggested to me that the notion of creating triptychs with the concept of a triadic colourscheme in mind and a chimaeric beast of ancient Greek mythos as the subject matter might be a bit much to expect from children who are six to nine years of age . . . But, I will agree with Bernard Black, who thinks that “we shouldn’t talk down to children.” And as I said today, “You’re in my class, you WILL bloody learn something, summer be buggered!”
(. . . I said this to my assistant, not to my students, mind.)
I was sitting with them today, working on a new page. I find that when I sit at the table with them and draw my stuff, they feel compelled to draw theirs. It’s like . . . Artness is contagious. Or something . . . At any rate, one of my little cherubs was looking over at my page and pointed to a panel with R. and Simon in it, and she said quite loudly, ‘YOU SHOULD DRAW A PICTURE OF THOSE TWO GUYS KISSING.’
. . . Heh, how to explain to a six year old that one of these men is quite heterosexual and very, VERY Catholic, and the other pretty much . . . doesn’t do anything with anyone anymore? The simple answer is that you DON’T explain this to a sixer (and you probably don’t want to draw that picture for them, either). Had she been sixteen instead of six and a ‘yaoi fan’, however, my reply would have been, ‘If you wanna draw a doujinshi, be my guest . . . Er, gozaimasu.’
So, yes . . . After work today, Courtney came round, the two of us having not seen one another in quite a while. The poor thing has broken her foot and is trapped in what she calls ‘an astronaut boot’ and crutches for another three weeks, I hear. The silver lining, if I may be so bold as to presume, is that she has built up a great deal of upper body strength going up and down stairs in her own inventive fashion . . . But yer, her foot situation is pretty miz and aggo. If I recall correctly, an encounter with a recently delivered woodpile in the dark left her with three bones broken and a fourth dislocated. There is a pin under her outer toes that goes a good three inches into the appendage, and a rather gruesome incision on top of the foot. Ech . . . Shudderworthy, but macabre-ly fascinating at the same time.
So yes, we caught up on one another’s lives, drank tea, jawed about recent forays into literature, continually shooed my nubbinbeasts away from her foot where it was propped up on one of my chairs, watched the first episode of ’Pushing Daisies’, sampled chocolate brought back by her father from his recent jaunt to Guatemala, discussed the two-hundred year old condoms found wedged in a book in Spain (thanks for the link, K.!), snerked at an alarm clock with Stephen Fry’s voice, and played Bananagrams . . . though not necessarily in that order. I won rather narrowly (she was tripped up with a beastly Z), and here are our final layouts (mind, hers wound up being unexpectedly raunchy, so do proceed with care);
Mine (along with one of the deleesh clementines she brought to share) . . .
. . . und Courtney’s . . .
. . . So yes, very enjoyable day all round, and now I am trying to catch me up on stuff that needs doing sooner rather than later. WISH ME LUCK, YEH? WHOO.