Attention!
March 31, 2003 | 7 Comments
This is for you, George Clooney, Susan Sarandon, Jeannine Garofalo, Michael Douglas, Michael Moore, Sean Penn, and any other celebrity crybabies and limousine liberals out there:

And it goes *double* for the likes of Peter Arnette and Andy Rooney, two well-seasoned journalists who should definitely know when to shut their pie-holes by now, but apparently don?t. Grrr. Fucktards like this just really get on my nerves.
Don’t be a fucktard or I will come and get you, understand? >:E
I know it?s hard to tell at the moment because of my ranting, but my Monday went wonderfully.
~ A woman came around our neighborhood today passing out large, handmade yellow ribbons for everyone to display in support of our POW troops. I was very moved by her individual effort and thanked her warmly. The cool thing is, just last night I was telling Agent J that I wanted to put up a yellow ribbon and see if I could get others in the neighborhood to do it as well. Great minds think alike!
~ I continued my lecture on Rembrandt and I knew the details of the material so thoroughly that I didn?t even have to consult my notes. I was able to give the entire lecture ?off the cuff?, so to speak. I am going to be good at this art history thing, I tell ya.
~ My jonquils and daffodils are starting to pop out of the ground, and when I went outside this morning I was greeted by a whole troop of red-breasted robins. Yea, Spring!
~ I found a ten-dollar bill in the pocket of my sweatshirt jacket that must have been there since last autumn. I needed money for gas, too, so it was a very sweet coincidence.
~ My gal-friend Jake just sent me some pics of her beautiful new puppy, Rubie! She is adorable. (So is Jake, by the way!) Rubie is a Japanese Chin, the breed of dog I would love to adopt someday. Seeing those photos made my heart happy and I couldn?t stop smiling. I am still smiling, in fact! Thank you, Jake **HUG** ![]()
~ I looked on my calendar, and there?s only about 1 month of school left. This means that soon I will have lots of free time for art making and entering work in exhibitions. I found myself getting waves of artistic confidence today, and I feel quite blessed indeed.
I have to get back to some paperwork now, but I just wanted to check in to rant a bit and be happy for a while. More to come, my friends.
Construction pics and mo’…
March 30, 2003 | 4 Comments
You are so lucky; you get to see some exclusive pics of Agent J standing in the midst of all of his hard work! Trust me, he is happier than he looks in the photos. ![]()
Click on the pink-colored words and an image will pop-up. I did it this way so the page wouldn’t take hours to load.
- Here is a shot taken from the rear of the house, looking forward.
- This will be my studio work space.
- This is where a guest room will be located. (Loads of storage space here.)
- And look! There’s even MORE storage space!
- My computer area will be here.
- This shot is taken from the front of the house, looking towards the rear. There will be a leather sofa, a TV and some bookshelves in this area. Probably lots of plants, too, because it gets quite a bit of sunshine in the afternoon.
There?s still quite a ways to go, but J really got an enormous amount of work done over the winter. His timing is perfect. By the time we are ready to paint the walls, it will be warm enough to open the windows for ventilation.
I?ll post more photos as the work progresses. Stay tuned to ?This Old Pink House? for updates.
The only downside to my studio area will be the bird?s-eye-view that I have from the window. Check this out! Yes, it?s the Sucky Neighbors? yard, right next to our house. Now you know why we are determined to put up a privacy fence this year. These people are pigs. (And before you think I am being unduly mean and cruel, the wheelchair ramp is ONLY used for skateboarding purposes!)
I haven?t had time to catch up on any of the war news today, so I?m off to do that while I work on a collage. Ooooh, yea? I get to go fondle some more hair? *sick sick sick* I know know know…
Later kittens. :)~
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night!
March 29, 2003 | 3 Comments
It?s a madhouse here at the moment. We?re busy removing everything from the second floor studio area that we don?t want covered with drywall dust and spackle in the next week or so. Tomorrow we?ll be putting down some protective covering so all of the dust doesn?t get embedded in between the wooden floor planking. Then all we have to do is wait for Scott the Drywall Guy to get here and do his thing.
This is such a mess; I?ll be so happy when it?s all over. I?ve got Agent J to agree that after this house there will be no more fixer-uppers in our future. Yes, an 80-year-old house has certain charms, but remodeling and maintenance isn?t one of them. Blech.
The value of our house has tripled since we bought it, but I would have rather spent my 30?s doing other things besides home improvement. I refuse to spend my 40?s sweeping up sawdust and sneezing profusely.
Ok, mini-rant over now… ACHOOOOOooo?
Got your taxes done yet? I do. Nyah nyah nyah.
This is the first year that seeing the total tax amount paid in didn?t piss me off. I just reminded myself that part of that money has gone into constructing the bomb that will eventually blow Saddam Hussein?s sandy ass-crack to smithereens. Money well spent, in my opinion. Need more to kill those snarling jackals that he calls his sons? Here, just let me get my checkbook?
Remember I told you that I bought some human hair to work with in my assemblages? It arrived today. It?s red, very wavy and about 14 inches long. The woman I purchased it from said that if I wet it down and allow it to dry naturally, it will form perfect loose spirals. Good heavens, that might send me over the edge — it is gorgeous now! If my hair grew like that, I’d be so smitten with myself I’d never leave the damn house.
This is sick. I am in lust with another woman?s dead hunk of hair. I can?t keep my hands out of it. I?ve brushed it a hundred times already. Agent J just sits there horrified by the whole scene.
I?m almost afraid to ask Dr.K what this is all about. ![]()
Well, *DUH*…
March 28, 2003 | Leave a Comment
You come from Heaven.
You’re the purest of pure, a saint.
You’re probably an angel sent directly from Heaven.
Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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However, would an angel post THIS?! HA HA HA!
(CAUTION … it’s nasty humor!)
More later… I am feeling squirrelly as hell today. :)~
Hooray for Friday!
March 28, 2003 | 3 Comments
Oy, what a week it has been. I?m tired and very glad it is Friday.
There?s been a lot going on at school lately, and I have recently taken on even more work. It?s one of those situations where I have a chance to show my colleagues and the administration just how damn good I really am, and I don?t want to mess it up. So of course, I am p r e s s u r i n g myself to do a stellar job on the assignment.
The extra work involves proposing new courses and writing curriculum. Left brain work. Agggggh. I can do it, though ? I know I can. I just have to make the right side of my brain shut up for awhile. Heh.
Wish me luck; I?ll let you know how it turns out.
In other school news, I drew the line in the sand with Mr. Absentee Student and his academic advisor witnessed it. He has to do every assignment, turn in a perfect term paper on time, attend every class, and participate in all class discussions for the rest of the semester if he even hopes to get any credit for the course. I told him that ?any credit? could even mean a D, and I better not hear any bitching about it. He was more than willing to accept that offer, so I think he must really feel as if this is his last chance. (As it turns out, this slack-ass behavior is a pattern for him and other professors flunked him for it last semester. Imagine that.)
We?ll see how it goes. One breach of the agreement and it?s over, though. I won?t even think twice about it.
Bumbling Bill, of The Sucky Neighbor Clan, talked to me today as I was on my way to the garage. He said that Marsha and her brood of Brats are supposedly moving out sometime soon. He also said that he is planning to build a double garage in back of his house, next to ours.
I?m not holding my breath here, but it?s nice to dream about the possibility of all of that being true. If mega-mouth Marsha leaves, that means no more loud parties, no all night drug runs every weekend, no listening to her bitch at the top of her drunken lungs about how unfair the world is to her. No ?suitors? constantly sniffing around either. (Suitors = football teams and low class thugs?)
If she takes her kids with her, that means no more screaming, hair-pulling fights underneath our bedroom window at 7 am on a summer morning, no more skateboarding for hours on our sidewalks, no cutting through our yard on a constant basis, no soccer ball hitting the side of the house every 5 minutes, and ? we could plant some flowers and not have them all decapitated the same day they bloom! Not to mention, no more bags of dirty diapers rotting on their patio in the summer heat, 15 feet away from our open windows.
If they actually build a garage, there will no longer be headlights blasting into our bedroom window at all hours of the night, year round. No more security lights switching on whenever a stray cat walks through their carport either. No listening to idling trucks and mini-vans; no ultra-bass car stereos bomp-bomp-bomping at ear splitting levels.
This almost feels like it?s too much to hope for. If all of this stuff happens, Agent J and I would be thrilled! It would make living next door to these people tolerable. Maybe even pleasant. It would feel like we had our home back again, and that would be grand. We could stay here long enough to enjoy the remodeling we have been doing all this time.
I hope, I hope, I hope.
It?s very late, I am lecturing on Rembrandt tomorrow, and I still have research to do? so, that means I have to hit the books, kids. I?ll write again soon.
Have a great Friday everyone. ![]()













