Ugh.
I'm hungry with no desire to eat, tired with no desire to sleep.
Picked out colors for the main room in the new house this evening, and in the next couple of days I will be getting paint samples so I can test my theories on an experimental area of wall. The painting starts in earnest this weekend, and I expect it to be done in about a week.
I am not-so-secretly wigged out by the pressure of being the one who has to pick this stuff out. Sargon has a really good eye for color - better than I think he thinks - but he doesn't picture things in his head the way I do, so it's hard for him to visualize what I'm talking about when I describe things. Nothing on him, it's tough even for me to do it. But it's up to me to do it, and to get it right, because our resources of energy are finite. We aren't going to want to do this after we move in, I know this about us.
Earlier, I ran across a bit of pithy advice I got from one of my own alter-egos: "It's either risk or drudgery, Darling. Life's a cocksucker like that."
Thanks, Nick. Isn't it just? And sometimes it's both at once.
To offset my griping, some fun links.
Punk rock turtle! This guy is so cute. It's a turtle with algae growing on his head. ursulav needs to see him.
John McCain uses the song "Barracuda" in his campaign. Heart tells McCain to fuck off. This is not real, it's a spoof, but it's fucking hilarious.
The picture that won the internets. Geeks killed Cookie Monster. Sexy, sexy geeks.
Dogs in an elk. The story of one woman whose dogs climbed into an elk carcass . . . and wouldn't come out again. I was almost in tears at the mental imagery.
Custom-engraved moleskine journals. Really cool. I want one.
I want one of these, too. It's a miniature skeleton. I would totally corpsify it to make it look like a dead, preserved fairy.
And on that note, I'm for bed, and a better tomorrow. Cheers!
Picked out colors for the main room in the new house this evening, and in the next couple of days I will be getting paint samples so I can test my theories on an experimental area of wall. The painting starts in earnest this weekend, and I expect it to be done in about a week.
I am not-so-secretly wigged out by the pressure of being the one who has to pick this stuff out. Sargon has a really good eye for color - better than I think he thinks - but he doesn't picture things in his head the way I do, so it's hard for him to visualize what I'm talking about when I describe things. Nothing on him, it's tough even for me to do it. But it's up to me to do it, and to get it right, because our resources of energy are finite. We aren't going to want to do this after we move in, I know this about us.
Earlier, I ran across a bit of pithy advice I got from one of my own alter-egos: "It's either risk or drudgery, Darling. Life's a cocksucker like that."
Thanks, Nick. Isn't it just? And sometimes it's both at once.
To offset my griping, some fun links.
Punk rock turtle! This guy is so cute. It's a turtle with algae growing on his head. ursulav needs to see him.
John McCain uses the song "Barracuda" in his campaign. Heart tells McCain to fuck off. This is not real, it's a spoof, but it's fucking hilarious.
The picture that won the internets. Geeks killed Cookie Monster. Sexy, sexy geeks.
Dogs in an elk. The story of one woman whose dogs climbed into an elk carcass . . . and wouldn't come out again. I was almost in tears at the mental imagery.
Custom-engraved moleskine journals. Really cool. I want one.
I want one of these, too. It's a miniature skeleton. I would totally corpsify it to make it look like a dead, preserved fairy.
And on that note, I'm for bed, and a better tomorrow. Cheers!