I’m a sucker for Item-of-the-Month type clubs. As a teenager, I was enrolled in one of those Columbia House deals, where they entice you to buy a handful of popular album CDs at less than a dollar each, then they send you some random CD every month, which you get and pay for if you don’t return the monthly offer right away. It’s a pretty good deal if you remember to return the offer right away. Not so good if…
We had a bit of a heat wave over the weekend, and our place isn’t very good at keeping cool. When the air is still, the heat settles throughout the place, even downstairs where it should be cooler, but not by much. I’m the sort of person with perennially cold hands and feet—or at the very least they’re sensitive to cold and get cold easily—but this weekend they remained the hottest parts of my body and could not get cool….
Between a handful of doctor’s appointments, some insane phone calls with customer service, a leisurely lunch meeting, completing a crocheted cat blanket, and a lot of loafing around playing computer games while feeling a little bit under the weather from it all, I’m surprised I got anything done these last couple of weeks. But I’m the one who went to school full time while holding down two part-time jobs and participating in extracurricular music and dance groups. If I want…
This is one of the last dozen illustrations I’ve done, and this is dated January of last year. I really should sketch more often, but between the cover work, the crochet, and the cat cuddling, I don’t know when I’d find the time. Plus I’m reading Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged right now, and it will take me 500 years to finish it unless I decide to read the thing without any comprehension. Hey, it worked in school, didn’t it? Share…
Our remote control died today. It was a sudden death—quick, painless, and completely unexpected. Some bodily fluid seeped out, and I irrationally accused H.E. of drowning the poor thing; though on second thought, it was probably just sweat, some by-product of the remote control’s death throes. H.E. tried to contact the E.R., but because mankind discriminates against technology, those who specialize in remote surgery do not work on Sundays, least of all when it is also Father’s Day and regardless…