BOO! and all that stuff ..

October 31, 2003 | 2 Comments

Here are some very candy-corny Halloween jokes just for you… ’cause you’re so sweet.

Why won’t anyone kiss Dracula?
He has bat breath!

How does a werewolf sign his letters?
Best vicious!

What did Frankenstein say to his sweetheart?
“It was love at first fright!”

Why wouldn’t the ghost cross the road?
He had no guts!
What kind of monster loves to disco?
The boogieman!

What kind of dog does Dracula have?
A bloodhound!

Why is it safe to tell a mummy your secret?
It’ll keep it under wraps!

And my personal favorite… (drumroll please…)

What can you find between Godzilla’s toes?
Slow runners!

Happy Halloween to you all, my delightfully ghoulish friends! I hope you get all the goodies you desire… and then some!

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A brief update.

October 30, 2003 | 3 Comments

The trip to the Medicine Man went ok. It was sort of what I was expecting, anyway.

My depressive disorder is definitely out of remission again. He didn’t start me on any new medications, instead he increased the dosage on one of them that I currently take. That means no weaning — thank God.

Other orders:

~ Take Ambien to get to sleep each night for the next two weeks.
~ Meet with him again in two weeks for a recheck.
~ Meet with Dr. K on a weekly basis (instead of monthly) until I feel better.
~ Stop reading email from students just before I am ready to go to bed.

Hallelujah to that last one. I guess I just needed someone to tell me where to draw the line with being “available” to my students. But the Medicine Man was right, I don’t need to be filling my head with their junk before I try to sleep. Now I’ve decided that if they can’t contact me with assignment questions before 6 pm, they can just twist in the wind until the next day.

In other news, I got my old sewing machine back from the repair shop yesterday. (Nooooo… I didn’t break it already — it needed a tune-up before I could start using it again! You smartypants.) The creation of the Little Its soft sculptures begins this weekend.

I hope the process goes as smoothly in reality as it is in my thoughts about the work right now. I’m looking forward to the hands-on creativity again.

I have to run. Gotta get to the slide library and pick up a few things before class this afternoon. I’ll write again soon ~ ~ ~

ps. Thanks for all of the care you’ve expressed in the comments section and through emails, my friends. It helped a lot.

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It’s not just a mood, it’s an adventure.

October 27, 2003 | 2 Comments

I know it may be hard to tell from my somewhat jovial posts, but I haven?t been feeling that well emotionally or mentally lately. Maybe it?s easy to tell, I don?t know. I’ve lost the ability to judge it right now.

Anyway, I?m schlepping my mental funk to the medication shrink tomorrow to see if there?s anything I can do about it.

?Just snap out of it? isn?t an option, kids.

I?ve done all of the snapping I can think of and the Grey Cloud of Doom still hangs heavy around my brain. In fact, it?s not even hanging there anymore. It feels more like it?s stuck on with industrial strength Velcro.

I think the main anti-depressant I am currently taking may have stopped working again. It?s done that before in the past. Damn modern medicine. Scientists can send a man to the moon, but they can?t shoo the Grey Cloud of Doom off of my head on a dependable basis.

(Hrrmmm. Maybe that whole moon landing was staged afterall…?)

So, I?ll go see The Medicine Man and he?ll probably give me something new to start, and tell me to wean off the other stuff over the next few weeks. Starting and Weaning isn?t fun, but if that?s what it takes, I?ll do it again.

Oh, my people. I am so weary of this. You have no idea how many times I?ve been through this process before. I get a few months of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, then suddenly the light turns into this big train of depression cruising down the tracks right at me. It’s awful, and I always deny that it’s happening until the pain is unbearable. To top it off, several doctors have told me that I?ll probably have to deal with this disease the rest of my life because it appears to be a hereditary thing.

Wheeeeeee!

Ok, that ?wheeeeee? was sarcastic. Please bear with me. This place will probably be rife with sarcasm in the coming days.

(I heard that? someone out there said ?What?s new???)

:P~

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Sunday’s Potluck Entr

October 26, 2003 | 1 Comment

Entr?e. Entry.
Get that pun there? I?m so goofy.

what sort of weirdo are you?

this quiz by orsa

Actually, my eye isn?t LAZY. It?s GLASS. (Just ask The Count.) Bah!

Ok, now will someone please explain what the hell went on here? This story gave me the creeps. A bunch of babies on a biting frenzy! Was there just something irresistably delicious about the kid they were chomping on? Or was he giving off a bad vibe that we all need to be aware of? Maybe he?s the Antichrist and the biters were trying to save the world…

This brought a moment of Tickle-Me-Pink joy to my heart today! I had no idea that The Crayola Gods would do this for people! I?m going to get me a whole BOX of pink crayolas.

It might be a sweet Christmas gift for that weird, artistic person on your list this year! A 64-pack of ?Macaroni and Cheese? or ?Wild Blue Yonder?. By the way, I think that the person who named the brown color as ?Beaver? needs a good talking to. By a professional.

I found this little game ? Unconscious Mutterings ? it looks like fun! It?s all about free association. It?s fun to read what other people came up with and try figure out why that was their choice. Here?s my first submission.

Saturday October 25, 2003 / Week 38

I say? and you think??

1. Roadtrip :: need one
2. Honey :: golden
3. Flanders :: Ned
4. Vampire :: bloodsucker
5. Justice :: for All
6. Marine :: Dad
7. Protractor :: sharp
8. Rubber :: allergic
9. London :: Bridge
10. Jerry :: hubby!

I think you have to be a Simpson?s fan to get #3.

In sleep news, I remained on the bed last night and I am grateful for that. Agent J sat up and watched me for awhile as I slept, and said I was really doing some wild thrashing about, though. More updates as they occur.

Did you know that William Caxton and his partner Colard Mansion were the first printers to make a typographic book in the English language ? and in England itself? Or that the key to the success of Johann Gutenberg?s movable type invention was the type mold? It?s all true! Just some of the many borrrrrring and tedious facts you would be learning in my History of Graphic Design course this semester if you had signed up for it.

Jesus God, as heaven is my witness, I will never let someone talk me into teaching this class again.

I am serious. Even I don?t want to do the homework. My students are probably swearing at me ~~under their breath~~ out loud as they go over the assignment for tomorrow?s class.

And there?s just no way to make the material exciting either. I could do my lecture while naked and standing on my head and it would still be brutal. Maybe even more brutal. Heh.

Yes, I can complain about it, but I still have to do the work. Which is where I am off to right now. Have a great Monday, schmoopies! Talk with you later ~ ~ ~

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Four on the floor and new projects cookin’

October 25, 2003 | 1 Comment

Well, Day 4 of hitting the floor. I am going to put a fluffy runner-rug next to the bed tonight so I can at least land on something warmer than a bare wood floor.

Here?s what I?ve been able to discern so far: It happens about 5 hours into my sleep pattern (no matter what time I go to bed), I know that 2 of the times I have been having a very active dream, and finally, it has never happened on a night that I take an Ambien to help me get to sleep. I figure that?s because Ambien knocks me out so cold that I barely move at all during the night.

I?m calling a sleep specialist on Monday morning to see if they might have any ideas. I hope they do, otherwise Agent J is going to have to build a huge crib for me to sleep in.

In other news, I am starting a new art project this week. It will involve the use of a sewing machine. This could get dangerous, folks.

About 12 years ago I used to make drawings and paintings of these child-like, scribbly characters that I called ?The Little Its?. They were usually depicted as laughing, screaming, giggling or trying to play tricks on one another. It was common for them to be partially dressed like little savages or sometimes completely naked, with just a scribble representing their genitalia. The Little Its were very eccentric, raw, and bizarre in many ways and I loved them. So did other people.

I?ve decided that they need to become 3-dimensional, so I am going to make them into dolls. Or soft-sculptured, human-shaped figures, I guess. (That sounds much more professional, doesn?t it? Hee.) I?m going to paint them and give them little accoutrements, and finish them with bits of human hair and other stuff I?ve been collecting.

All of that sounds like fun to me ? it?s the sewing part that I?m not too thrilled about. I can break machines faster than you can say ?Don?t touch that button, stupid!? It?s bad. I once had to return a food processor to Sears less than a half hour after I bought it. I?ve since decided there?s nothing wrong with grating cheese the old fashioned way and breaking a fingernail or two.

I can?t have anyone else do the sewing for me, though, because it is essential to the work?s individuality. So, I guess I?ll have to screw up my courage and battle it out with the Singer until I show it who?s boss.

I must do it for The Little Its!

I must do it for Art!

I must make sure I have Band-Aids and a stitch ripper nearby, too.