January 4th, 2010

breeden

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Hello, January 4th!

I am starting you with tea and my laptop instead of my REAL computer. It feels a little weird typing this from the kitchen table instead of from inside the Art Cave, as if I still am traveling. I have a sneaking suspicion that, weirdo that I am, the things that say "home" to me are my cats, my masks, and the desktop of my computer, and without the third member of the triumvirate, I'm just not home yet. (Ben, in an effort to make up for this, is sitting on my arm while I type, cutting my wpm significantly. Also, he just sneezed in my face. Eccckkk.)

But I'm very glad I painted that one wall before I left.

Today, we venture onto the frozen tundra to hunt the wily fridge-beast in its lair, and take one of the proper size to provide food for the entire tribe. Never fear, conservationist brethren! We shall be very humane, and use every part of the fridge, although I won't swear that the lettuce crisper won't be filled with beer.

Let us pray that we are successful, or else we must implore the shaman to placate the great refrigerator spirit, and you just know that's going to end with the beagle dressed as a Maytag repairmen. Those shamans, man. I dunno.

After the hunt, I will hang art. Or perhaps make art. One of the two, anyway.
breeden

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Fridgebeast located! We even got a display model, so it was 10% off the price. I am well-pleased.

Came home, hung some of my newly acquired art, continued to wrestle with the cow skull. Getting that other horn back on is proving difficult. Liquid Nails failed, after having all night to set, screws failed, two-part plumber's epoxy failed. Not happy.

After nearly an hour of wrangling, (on top of last night's hour of wrangling) cursing, and growing increasingly testy (and making an increasingly gloopy mess) I flung down the epoxy, stormed into Kevin's office and announced "THERE. I FIXED IT."

"Oh, lord..."

He came downstairs with trepidation, gazed at my solution, and said "Y'know...it actually kinda works."

So there is now a one-horned cow-skull hanging in the kitchen, with my Really Cool Hat (retired)* perched jauntily on the hornless side, with a large pink silk flower on it. Sort of...bag-lady Georgia O'Keefe.

Sometimes the best solution is to just declare victory where you're standing, and get the hell out of Dodge.



*Floppy-brimmed fleece, in black and white stripes. It served me well in Minnesota, despite my stepfather's frequent death threats against it, (it made me look like an elderly maiden aunt, which kinda fits, except for the maidenly bit) but I hardly ever wear it here. Still, if it gets THAT cold, I can always just grab it off the skull.