Stop poking me or I'll tell Mom
Where to begin. Thanks for the nudge, Miss Dan'a. Nice to know someone notices when you're not around. And it worked 'cause here I am!
CARS, CARS, CARS:
With racing season starting up this weekend, the last few weeks have been all about cars. New cars all around! I have my new little black rocket to haul the tires for Brian's new Precious (and race when it is rainy outside). We spent the entire weekend driving Brian's Precious back up from California. And I have the dinner-plate sized bruises on both sides of my ass to prove it. But what a fucking kick ass car to drive. It feeds my inner RacerX. It has been rush rush rush to get parts and tires and numbers and shocks and swaybars. Rush rush rush to clean out the garage so the Precious has a warm place to sleep where she won't get covered in tree sap.
WORK, WORK, WORK:
Long days, so much work, so little time. My average 50 hour week could easily Akira into an 80 hour week if I am not careful. The rumor is that I get to move back to downtown Seattle, I just need to find someone to take over the Renton Territory. Got a college degree and like to work with bratty gangster teenagers? Have I got the job for you! Don't get me wrong, I love my job. We have this big ASSESSMENT this week and everyone is freaking out. I have to update everything, get all the crap organized and cleaned up by Friday when one of the boss ladies will be dropping by for my white glove inspection. So late night tonight, late night tomorrow, and probably an all-nighter on Friday. Good times.
ART, ART, ART:
No movies filmed yet, no scripts actually past the concept stage. Bummer. A gazillion pictures on the card but no time to download. More on the computer at home, but no time to upload. Things had better calm down soon so I can get some art on!
LESSONS:
Never fuck over a friend financially. There is no coming back and no way to fix that friendship.
Kites have the most relaxing effect on you. The frustration of getting them into the air is easily turned into the joy of watching them flap around way up high. It is hard to be angry or upset when you fly a kite.
Daddy long-legs cannot kill you, but they are still damn creepy. As long as they stay in the garage and eat the even creepier potato bugs, I'll be fine.
The grapefruit is a trick of nature. Vile, inedible.
Evidence that it is possible to come at you like a spider monkey:
CARS, CARS, CARS:
With racing season starting up this weekend, the last few weeks have been all about cars. New cars all around! I have my new little black rocket to haul the tires for Brian's new Precious (and race when it is rainy outside). We spent the entire weekend driving Brian's Precious back up from California. And I have the dinner-plate sized bruises on both sides of my ass to prove it. But what a fucking kick ass car to drive. It feeds my inner RacerX. It has been rush rush rush to get parts and tires and numbers and shocks and swaybars. Rush rush rush to clean out the garage so the Precious has a warm place to sleep where she won't get covered in tree sap.
WORK, WORK, WORK:
Long days, so much work, so little time. My average 50 hour week could easily Akira into an 80 hour week if I am not careful. The rumor is that I get to move back to downtown Seattle, I just need to find someone to take over the Renton Territory. Got a college degree and like to work with bratty gangster teenagers? Have I got the job for you! Don't get me wrong, I love my job. We have this big ASSESSMENT this week and everyone is freaking out. I have to update everything, get all the crap organized and cleaned up by Friday when one of the boss ladies will be dropping by for my white glove inspection. So late night tonight, late night tomorrow, and probably an all-nighter on Friday. Good times.
ART, ART, ART:
No movies filmed yet, no scripts actually past the concept stage. Bummer. A gazillion pictures on the card but no time to download. More on the computer at home, but no time to upload. Things had better calm down soon so I can get some art on!
LESSONS:
Never fuck over a friend financially. There is no coming back and no way to fix that friendship.
Kites have the most relaxing effect on you. The frustration of getting them into the air is easily turned into the joy of watching them flap around way up high. It is hard to be angry or upset when you fly a kite.
Daddy long-legs cannot kill you, but they are still damn creepy. As long as they stay in the garage and eat the even creepier potato bugs, I'll be fine.
The grapefruit is a trick of nature. Vile, inedible.
Evidence that it is possible to come at you like a spider monkey: