September 16th, 2003


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So far today, absolutely nothing of note has happened.

Well, I found a great deal on Red Baron frozen pizza (4 for 10$) which makes a good "We need fuel but James doesn't want to cook" meal. But that can't be terribly exciting for anyone. Heck, I'm not even that excited, and I'm eating the things.

With any luck, we'll have a stampede of wildebeests later in the day or the cat will explode or I'll get porn spam for six-penised hermaphrodite troglodyte lesbian goats. Something.

Meanwhile, I will be continuing to explore the strangely liberating "slap paint around with a palette knife for no reason" thing, and see if anything settles out of the slapping. Mmm....cadmium red...I always feel so decadent using cadmium red. That stuff cost like, twelve bucks a tube! It's practically hedonistic to paint the whole canvas cadmium red as a base with no plan beyond that! MADNESS!


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Dante Gabriel Rosetti, who loved wombats dearly it seems, also apparently produced this quatrain when forced away from his pet and onto a family vacation:

"Oh how the family affections combat
Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at
My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat
Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat."

(From William Michael Rossetti's "Family Letters, with a Memoir" again sent to me by a...hmm. "Fan" sounds like I'm making assumptions, and "alert reader" sounds like I'm plagerizing Dave Barry. Anybody got a good, but pithier phrase for "chance-met-through-webcomics acquaintences who know I like wombats and thus send me charming wombat stuff randomly via e-mail?")
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