"and the anchorperson on t.v. says 'la di da di da!'"
tasma is flat out on the floor causing very little mischief. summer has officially arrived.
alright, there are lots of signs of summer. namely, the strange occurrence of a heat wave, road paving at 3:30 in the morning outside our house, the scarcity of frogs in the moat because the moat's dried up, bug bites, bared shoulders, my skin really looks out of place amongst the tanned skin of others, not wanting to go to bed until much later (and suffering for it the next morning), hiding indoors, listening to badly drawn boy's the hour of bewilderbeast and edgar meyer's short trip home incessantly, wanting to go to kelowna for a vacation and, upon hearing what the temperature is up there, being glad i'm not there...
anyways, a lot more than just my birthday has happened of late:
pirate peter at the park
"whoa, look at the pirate!" r----- said uneasily a couple weeks ago as we strolled through the throngs of people at the international jazz festival.
i looked around and there he was in his black and dayglow pink spandex cut around the hems like shark teeth (just like those store-bought pirate costumes that use the same effect to make the hems of the pirate's knickers look "ragged"). i would have known those spandex anywhere.
"oh," says i, "that's just peter."
he was one of the models from february and march's artistic sojourn into the glorious world of figure drawing. quite the good-natured eccentric. i realize that i haven't posted any of the drawings i did of him yet.
setting a world record
i didn't but some guy from fizz_bubbles' church did! in what? you may be asking. in "scoring the most baskets in ten minutes from half-court backwards." it was inspiring to watch. i got to keep track of his last attempt which was the best. he shot at the basket 119 times (it really does a number on your back) and he scored 12 baskets. incredible stuff.
of course, i didn't get any pictures of the *actual* event, but i did get one of fizz_bubbles convalescing on the side. she is so lovely -- even in a cast!
note the cap over top of her foot. that was to hide the rather interesting stick figure drawing that one of her friends drew on the sole of her cast. it all becomes clear why people were looking at her funny in the restaurant now...
getting older
so, alongside the tea party, i also had some fun aging myself considerably:
[pure vanity, i assure you.]
on my actual birthday, my sis and j-- got me the requisite rude ice cream cake:
it says: july is a crappy month and you'r[sic] cancer
it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :)
we also had an unexpected visitor. i noticed a rather large murder of crows perched upon the wires when i got home from work that day. they were all agitated and cawing and, as i approached the back deck, i figured it was because of a bag of kitchen trash that had been slightly torn open. i went inside and got the rest of the garbage to toss on the curb for garbage day and, when i opened the door i nearly stumbled on a ring-tailed visitor that was just extracting a sandwich crust from the garbage bag. he spooked, i spooked, he ran under the deck and i quickly got rid of the trash.
so, instead of getting rabies for my birthday, i got this lovely picture of half a raccoon retreating around the side of the house...
tattoo...
my artwork is now a permanent tattoo! i thought for sure my sister would beat me to this feat but apparently, cliomuse's sister is a lot better at following through with her intentions than my sister's friends.
here is the original. the cheesy latin did not make it to the final cut or else it would have been a black blob of a butterfly, but it's the thought that counts! (mine's on the top right and it hasn't been coloured yet).
clio's sister has requested a drawing of a butterfly from each person that has been in her life -- no matter for how short a time. she will tattoo the swarm of them all over her body. it's pretty nifty, i think. much niftier than a flaming heart with a dagger through it...
evaluating the upper echelon
just got informed today that i am to do a third party review on my boss. two of my co-workers have already done this so it's only fair that it's my turn now. but gads! i don't wanna! the only saving grace in all of this is that i will be leaving for the other side of the country in a week and then she will be gone to the other side of the world for a month so there will be lots of time for both of us to forget about it. when i told my co-worker, all she said was "well, good luck!" i'm sure i said something along those lines to her when she told me she had to do one.
heroes, heroes, HEROES!
uh yeah, this is the reason i didn't update sooner. j-- downloaded all of the heroes episodes and we've been rabidly watching them in the evenings in the very warm attic. unfortunately, my sis has a headache tonight and alas! we cannot watch any.
dwight: you know who's a real hero? hiro from heroes. that's a hero... also bono.
alright, there are lots of signs of summer. namely, the strange occurrence of a heat wave, road paving at 3:30 in the morning outside our house, the scarcity of frogs in the moat because the moat's dried up, bug bites, bared shoulders, my skin really looks out of place amongst the tanned skin of others, not wanting to go to bed until much later (and suffering for it the next morning), hiding indoors, listening to badly drawn boy's the hour of bewilderbeast and edgar meyer's short trip home incessantly, wanting to go to kelowna for a vacation and, upon hearing what the temperature is up there, being glad i'm not there...
anyways, a lot more than just my birthday has happened of late:
pirate peter at the park
"whoa, look at the pirate!" r----- said uneasily a couple weeks ago as we strolled through the throngs of people at the international jazz festival.
i looked around and there he was in his black and dayglow pink spandex cut around the hems like shark teeth (just like those store-bought pirate costumes that use the same effect to make the hems of the pirate's knickers look "ragged"). i would have known those spandex anywhere.
"oh," says i, "that's just peter."
he was one of the models from february and march's artistic sojourn into the glorious world of figure drawing. quite the good-natured eccentric. i realize that i haven't posted any of the drawings i did of him yet.
setting a world record
i didn't but some guy from fizz_bubbles' church did! in what? you may be asking. in "scoring the most baskets in ten minutes from half-court backwards." it was inspiring to watch. i got to keep track of his last attempt which was the best. he shot at the basket 119 times (it really does a number on your back) and he scored 12 baskets. incredible stuff.
of course, i didn't get any pictures of the *actual* event, but i did get one of fizz_bubbles convalescing on the side. she is so lovely -- even in a cast!
note the cap over top of her foot. that was to hide the rather interesting stick figure drawing that one of her friends drew on the sole of her cast. it all becomes clear why people were looking at her funny in the restaurant now...
getting older
so, alongside the tea party, i also had some fun aging myself considerably:
[pure vanity, i assure you.]
on my actual birthday, my sis and j-- got me the requisite rude ice cream cake:
it says: july is a crappy month and you'r[sic] cancer
it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :)
we also had an unexpected visitor. i noticed a rather large murder of crows perched upon the wires when i got home from work that day. they were all agitated and cawing and, as i approached the back deck, i figured it was because of a bag of kitchen trash that had been slightly torn open. i went inside and got the rest of the garbage to toss on the curb for garbage day and, when i opened the door i nearly stumbled on a ring-tailed visitor that was just extracting a sandwich crust from the garbage bag. he spooked, i spooked, he ran under the deck and i quickly got rid of the trash.
so, instead of getting rabies for my birthday, i got this lovely picture of half a raccoon retreating around the side of the house...
tattoo...
my artwork is now a permanent tattoo! i thought for sure my sister would beat me to this feat but apparently, cliomuse's sister is a lot better at following through with her intentions than my sister's friends.
here is the original. the cheesy latin did not make it to the final cut or else it would have been a black blob of a butterfly, but it's the thought that counts! (mine's on the top right and it hasn't been coloured yet).
clio's sister has requested a drawing of a butterfly from each person that has been in her life -- no matter for how short a time. she will tattoo the swarm of them all over her body. it's pretty nifty, i think. much niftier than a flaming heart with a dagger through it...
evaluating the upper echelon
just got informed today that i am to do a third party review on my boss. two of my co-workers have already done this so it's only fair that it's my turn now. but gads! i don't wanna! the only saving grace in all of this is that i will be leaving for the other side of the country in a week and then she will be gone to the other side of the world for a month so there will be lots of time for both of us to forget about it. when i told my co-worker, all she said was "well, good luck!" i'm sure i said something along those lines to her when she told me she had to do one.
heroes, heroes, HEROES!
uh yeah, this is the reason i didn't update sooner. j-- downloaded all of the heroes episodes and we've been rabidly watching them in the evenings in the very warm attic. unfortunately, my sis has a headache tonight and alas! we cannot watch any.
dwight: you know who's a real hero? hiro from heroes. that's a hero... also bono.