mushy birds, flaming lips, citrus hair dye, and other items that don't belong in your living room
Welcome to my Friday:
* I just realized how long I've really been away from LJ because I looked at my previous post and noticed that apparently I'd completely forgotten about the concept of putting a long post behind a cut. Sorry 'bout that.
* I was out back just now and I saw a female cardinal and a male cardinal flirting with each other: the female lightly hopped over to the male and after a moment she gently pecked him on the cheek as if she were kissing him and the male ruffled his feathers ever so softly in what must have been sheer delight. Uber-kawaii.
* (Hmm, two posts in one day; perhaps a some sort of regular posting really is on the horizon...)
* This week I started dabbling in photomanipulation again for the first time since winter. Though I've been working on the same single project since Monday and it's not even half done. But not from lack of effort or deteriorated skills to be perfectly honest. It's just that each facet of this project is relentlessly time consuming for some reason. For now I'm taking that as a good sign since everything I've attempted with this piece has eventually worked in the end. But it's a "forest from the trees" scenario because sometimes I look at what I've accomplished so far and I see a grand vision coming togetherm, but at other times I see the photographic equivalent of a muddy Ford Pinto parked sideways in my living room.
* I finally got ahold of the ultra-rare live album by the Flaming Lips called Says 'Sweet Jesus' which is probably most sought after for its inclusion of one of the best of their plethora of excellent cover songs, Queen's "Under Pressure". But nostalgia of my alterna-teen years overtook me and I skipped right to "She Don't Use Jelly". Man, I had forgotten what a wicked slice of zany fun that song is.
. . .
I know a girl who... reminds me of Cher
she's always changin'... the color of her hair
she don't use nothin'... that you buy at the store
she likes her hair to... be real' orange
she uses taa-aa-aan... gerines
taa-aa-aan... gerines
taa-aa-aan... gerines
Taaaaaan-gerines!
Whee. :)
* I just realized how long I've really been away from LJ because I looked at my previous post and noticed that apparently I'd completely forgotten about the concept of putting a long post behind a cut. Sorry 'bout that.
* I was out back just now and I saw a female cardinal and a male cardinal flirting with each other: the female lightly hopped over to the male and after a moment she gently pecked him on the cheek as if she were kissing him and the male ruffled his feathers ever so softly in what must have been sheer delight. Uber-kawaii.
* (Hmm, two posts in one day; perhaps a some sort of regular posting really is on the horizon...)
* This week I started dabbling in photomanipulation again for the first time since winter. Though I've been working on the same single project since Monday and it's not even half done. But not from lack of effort or deteriorated skills to be perfectly honest. It's just that each facet of this project is relentlessly time consuming for some reason. For now I'm taking that as a good sign since everything I've attempted with this piece has eventually worked in the end. But it's a "forest from the trees" scenario because sometimes I look at what I've accomplished so far and I see a grand vision coming togetherm, but at other times I see the photographic equivalent of a muddy Ford Pinto parked sideways in my living room.
* I finally got ahold of the ultra-rare live album by the Flaming Lips called Says 'Sweet Jesus' which is probably most sought after for its inclusion of one of the best of their plethora of excellent cover songs, Queen's "Under Pressure". But nostalgia of my alterna-teen years overtook me and I skipped right to "She Don't Use Jelly". Man, I had forgotten what a wicked slice of zany fun that song is.
. . .
I know a girl who... reminds me of Cher
she's always changin'... the color of her hair
she don't use nothin'... that you buy at the store
she likes her hair to... be real' orange
she uses taa-aa-aan... gerines
taa-aa-aan... gerines
taa-aa-aan... gerines
Taaaaaan-gerines!
Whee. :)