Listening to MPR doesn't help a cold...

..I keep shaking my fist at the news and calling various politicians uncivil names, then pausing to make foghorn noises into my Kleenex. Gree-at, they're proposing to chop things like summer school now, and of course Arlon Lindner didn't even get a smack on the wrist for accusing gays of being behind the German concentration camps. I wonder when the "Load the poor and the sick and the old and the morally unacceptable in trucks and dump them in landfills" bill will pop up. Probably any day now. Enough to make anyone sick.

*Blows into Kleenex. Awhoooo-ga.*

Plus I keep listening to the news about the looted Iraqi museums...Pieces I studied in college, missing...possibly sold, or smashed beyond recognition. Sounds like none of them have turned up yet, at least where the public could hear about them.

*blows nose some more*

S'cuse me, I'm almost out of tissues. Back in a mo'...

This was a fun one:)

Just something for you to play with while I go to workies...



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Various Gossipy stuff I never got around to....

I really meant to tell people this stuff, honest!

Ben the Neighbor shaved his head. He now looks like a refuge from the Marix. When he had it done Peter knocked on my door and told me, "Michelle, Ben's been mugged!" "Oh No!" I wailed. "yep--the bastards got his hair!" and Ben popped up around the corner, scaring the beejezus out of me.

I narrowly missed having a $100 bill thrown at me from a black Mercedes that apparently prowls my neighborhood from time to time. True fact--some unidentified guy drives around in a black Mercedes and occasionally tosses out c-notes. Before my neighborhood gets covered with hopeful Mausketters, I should remind you that anyone crazy enough to throw money at you might have one of those handy-dandy conceal-and-carry permits they're handing out lately. anyway, I didn't get the money--Bill from the corner store did. Lucky so-and-so...

French fries....Nothing wrong with that....

Peter went thrifting and left me a huge pile of pastel yarns and a set of 5 needles. The really good bit is the yarn is all about 2 feet long, cut into lengths. So I've been laughing maniacally, making this horrible garter-stitched pastel THING....with fringe. Lots and lots of fringe. When I'm done I may have to put sequins on it, just to be really awful. Bad maus. Bad, bad, Maus..

The Llewellyn lady e-mailed me...she likes my stuff, and has some ideas for some sketches. Nothing comcrete, but I have a definite feeling of moving forward a bit here. Woowoo! So now I must sketch like I've never sketched before!!!...
...Once I untangle myself from the horrible pastel Knitting...Oh god the knitting....

Sooooo...things are pretty swell:)