Rain, Rain, Go Away

It has been raining for a few days now. It's getting tiresome. And depressing. I went searching for a photo that I know would have expressed the mood perfectly.

I may have even shuffled past it, I was having so much fun tripping down memory lane. The photo I was looking for is this: a little girl looking out the rain streaked window. The trees in the yard are blurred by the rivulets of rain running down the window. The little girl is back-lit by the dim natural light. It is an awesome pic. It says "Rain, rain, go away so I can go outside and play" or whatever the hell we used to say when we were kids.

I did not see that photo but I came across so many jewels I did not know whether to sit, spin or make a necklace. I scanned some and will present one now, circa 1987. We might call it Minature Housewife.

Little H is "reading" In the Land of Dreamy Dreams by Ellen Gilchrist. Good stuff. The poor thing is trussed up in pink foam rollers, an attempt to girlify a tiny person who gave not one whit about her appearance.

There is a cup of coffe by her side. It is not hers, of course, but I wanted the illusion to be there. I did resist shooting her with a lit cigarette tucked between her tiny fingers. It would have made a MUCH better picture, though.

Gopher Addendum

I fell for the same stupid trick again. I'd like to tell you that as a member of the Smart Kids Club I figured it out on my own. But I enlisted the help of the smartest human I have ever met, Jeremy.

Now I feel really stupid because this is the same as the stupid card trick that I came across several years ago and figured out right away. Maybe I should remove these posts to retain my illusion of smartness. But thinking back, I'd have to remove even more posts. Maybe I should get back to Project #1, now in version 8.

I Surrender My Membership to the Smart Kids Club

If you want to waste some time go here and match wits with the magic gopher.

Really, I have better things to do. I am on version 7 of one of my projects and I have 2 others that haven't even been started. Eek.

While I'm here I must confess that I've been having a bitch of a time editing my HTML and getting things to look the way I want them to. Time for my own domain and my own code, I guess.

Goat Woman

I got cornered by Goat Woman today. My fault. I could have easily avoided her if I didn't smoke, which I shouldn't anyway. Even the governor has tried to help me quit by raising the tabacco tax by a dollar a pack. But I digresss..

Goat Woman has her name because it's all she talks about. Give her a chance to get a word in edgewise and the subject of goats comes up. Because I was too polite to tell her to shut up during the initial goat talk, I am stuck with goat talk whenever I see her. Even if the prevailing subject is racism in America or the cost of W's war.

Goat Woman is the name I gave her, of course. I doubt if it is her real name. I name people that I see on campus. There is Late Guy, Big Late Guy, Horse Girl and Cotton To, among others. Cotton To got his name because one day I overheard a snippet of conversation in which he said, "If there's one thing I don't cotton to, it's liars and cheats."

I want to say this about goat talk: I can talk the talk. I have goat experience. It is behind me and now I don't need to hear some neophyte blubbering about it. Goat people are weird, which is why I am not one anymore. I choose to be weird on other levels.

Spunky and Molly, circa 1982

1 Step Forward, 10 Steps Back

I worked most of yesterday making this guitar in Illustrator. Now I don't think I'm even going to use it in my poster. Back to square one on the poster project. Only 4 projects to make. Tick tock.

From My Myspace Profile

Who I'd like to meet:
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
We would sit under the blossoming apple trees sipping lemonade. I would turn to him and say, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is." Kurt would agree that yes, indeed, it was quite nice.

After a few minutes I would add "Isn't George W Bush a complete idiot?" and Kurt would agree wholeheartedly.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. was one of my favorite writers. He died yesterday.

(Don't bother looking for me on Myspace. I have been there since October 2005 and I have 0 friends. Myspace is a lot like Mylife.)

Good News / Bad News

In the bad news department, I was unable to stave off the crappy weather with my photo post of tropical climes.

The upside of the crappy weather is that I used it to skip the only class I had today. The downside of the day off is that I spent the whole day studying for the 2 tests I have tomorrow. My brain is fried.

The good news is that I found my zip drive nestled in between the pages of the photo album I had put back on the shelf. And the really, really good news about finding it then and there is that I did not resort to ripping my house apart last night and spending this whole day repairing the damage. Plus I found my missing ear buds. Yay, me.

And I'm a Member of the "Smart Kids Club"

The "smart kid's club" as H in the Cities calls it, is the PTK. It is junior college's equivalent of the Greek system. I didn't attend a rush party. I didn't have to pledge. I don't hang out with my sorority sisters or fraternity brothers. I don't even know who they might be.

This is what I had to do to become a member of this auspicious group: maintain a high GPA and give them $70. Yay. They let me in, gave me a certificate and a lovely pin.

So much for the smart kids club. The zip drive is still missing. OMG. Tracing my steps: I had the urge to blog a photo, walked over to my photo albums, brought an album back to my desk. I picked a photo and put it in the scanner. I opened Photoshop and realized I had to plug my crappy cheap scanner into my USB extension. I removed my zip drive, plugged in the scanner, scanned, optimized, posted.......

So WTF did I do with my zip drive???????

On the upside, I found the ear buds I've been searching for for 2 months. If it takes 2 months to find the zip drive drive that's been sitting undetected in front of my face I'm going to check myself into the nursing home. Missing zip drive = 2 semesters of college loans wasted. Finding it in 2 months will be a sad, sad joke.

It's All My Fault

I just had to post the picture of the robin in the snow. I'm afraid it brought on this latest bout of unpleasant weather. In a vain attempt to stave off the 6 inches of fucking snow that is headed our way, here is a picture from March, 2000. (Happy, happy good times!) Never mind that the picture was taken in a tropical country. It is what I want. And I want it now.

In other news, the cheap scanner that I bought a couple of years ago is crapping out on me big time. Among its many problems is the fact that it doesn't like the USB port it was plugged into on the back of my box. So when I used this cheap crappy scanner, I plugged it into the USB extension that I plug my zip drive into. Now I'm done scanning and I have no idea where my zip drive is. The zip drive that holds ALL of my class projects, including the finals I am working on. Damn.

Flowers on Hold

Eighty degree temps in March melted the snow. Yay! Spring came. Then spring left. I'm not sure what is going on outside right now but it is not pleasant.

While digging through the photo archives for an image for a class project, I found this. It is dated April 15, 1996. I hope it is not a sign of things to come.

I think when I have a little more time on my hands, I will continue to dig through the photo archives and post little snippets of life gone by. There may even be a few happy moments in there somewhere.