Just got back from a party at Ruby Slipper's...

I'm not sleepy yet, so I thought I'd pop on for a bit. Red Bull, you are by boon and my bane:)

It was loads of fun--I'd brought munchies, and we watched "Office Space" and "Zoolander" We all cheered at the destruction of the printer and Ben stiller's fantabulous outfits, respectively. I saw some people I work with, and we all had a taste of this vile rice wine somebody brought that tasted like old soy sauce. Great packaging,this cute little ceramic jar, but you could *never* drink enough of this to become a true Drunken Master....I was scolded a bit (and rightfully so!) for having *no* glitter on...none at all. (heh, I was still in my work clothes. And I didn't have my new glittery lip-gloss with me. Bad Maus!)

*Drinks big glass of water*
Today I've been having small flashbacks--stuff from childhood and various relationship stuff, lasting just a few seconds. Which is odd because I've never done acid or anything along those lines. (I've been told I don't need to..."Girl, you don't need drugs, You ARE drugs!!!" Heh. I didn't argue. I throw peeps at people.) Maybe it's just being tired, or too much sugar or something.


Dammit, I have a Bob Geldof song stuck in my little head. Yep, it's "Up all night!" Mr. Geldof, you must vacate the premise now or face the wrath of Henry Rollins...

I heard about the Space Shuttle accident...

I didn't belive it at first. I didn't want to. That's been happening a lot now when I hear some horrible bad news...I strongly refuse to believe it at first until it sinks all the way in. I didn't do that before 9/11....

I'm so sorry...for everyone involved. I love NASA. I love the fact that we keep trying to stretch out further and further, finding ways to explore and test and maybe someday try living offworld. This hurts a lot. I'm so sorry and sad about this....

paint and glue and pins....

This seems insensitive of me to grumble about something personal today...but I need to get some of this outta my head for now. I'm frustrated as hell.

I went to go pick up my work from the coffee shop with my friend TJ from work.
I had to negotiate over the phone for a couple of days for a time to come pick my work up..because they'd "Lost" some of my work. LOST?!?!?! That's never a good word to hear when it's your art they're talking about. They'd finally figured out who I was (???) and I was told one of my pieces had sold. Okay so far, but it would have been nice to have been told sooner.
TJ and I showed up, bought coffee, and I asked about my pieces...two were hanging up, and when I asked about the other two pieces left I was told that they were in the back, and one of them had been damaged "a little"...apparently they'd taken the pieces down without me, (never called to ask) and bumped one of the glued poppy stems off it's moorings. (Actually two, I found out.) I asked about the last piece, a framed watercolor and sumi-e' piece I'd done, and was told it was down a hallway that had a broken lightbulb, it was too dark to go groping around for it in case it got damaged and I'd have to come back another day to fetch it back.

Well.

TJ was kind enough to help bring the rest of my work upstairs, and commiserated with me about the situation. I've been spending some time repairing the damaged piece, a mixed-media sculpture with a crushed heart on a white wood background with poppy stems flanking the top and bottom. I'm still pretty damn angry. I used my frustration to change the artwork a bit, adding pins in the poppy heads and on the background to make it say more about frustration too...
It's nice that I'm being productive, but it doesn't make up for the fact that I'm still missing a painting.

I am Jack's annoyed slow burn....

I'm still in shock, I think...

I saw the link up a few people have to the LJ'er who took photos of Columbia's descent as it started to break up.


*quiet sad shocked feeling that everyone else is feeling too...*