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The Saturday Report

Went out to a little local folk art fest thingy this afternoon with Kevin and his kids. (He has two boys. Fortunately they're in the same vague age range as my kid brother Max, which puts them in arguably the least personally alarming subset of the species. And were I much more of a furry than I am, I'd put in a vote for Kevin's totem as some species of good-natured but highly efficient herding dog.*)

Anyway, it was a lot of fun, watched chainsaw carving being done. This is more fun to watch when you have not just been woken out of a sound sleep by it, as happened the last time, over a decade ago, when a buddy of my folks, Ken Hunt, came up and decided he was going to carve a large-breasted deer woman,** using a chainsaw, at about eight in the morning. Ken was an odd fellow, but an amazing sculptor when he put his mind to it. (No, I couldn't find any photos of the deer woman. He did this one gigantic wooden laughing Buddha located in a Chinese restaurant in Salem, OR if you've ever seen it, though--impressive. as. hell.)

Generally any time I see an art form done, I get an urge to try it, but fortunately for all, I do not have any immediate desire to grab a chainsaw. This is a good thing. I have neither the space nor the time nor the spare appendages that I would require for such. When we can grow new limbs in a vat, I may take it up, but until then, I think I'll just have to watch from afar. (Not afar enough, possibly. I'm still picking cedar chips out of my cleavage.)

Unfortunately, it seems like despite four years down here (god, has it been four years already?) I'm still not acclimated to the sun. I applied sunscreen twice--TWICE!--and I'm still a rather pleasant shade of grapefruit pink. The most amusing bit is that I was wearing a chunky turquoise necklace, and now have a lovely line of irregular white across my sternum. Heh heh heh. Also got a touch of heat stroke, but fortunately I recognized what that was as soon as I got a touch queasy and stopped sweating. (You don't get out of Arizona without learning THAT one...) Nuthin' bottled water can't fix, fortunately.

What REALLY weirds me out is that my shoulders and collarbone fried like a fritter, and my face didn't at all. Apparently regular 'ol sunscreen slathered on wilted under the solar onslaught, and my friggin' 35 spf makeup sailed through without a qualm. I can't even claim that it's due to my face being more all-weather, because my scalp at the part in my hair fried too. CoverGirl powder foundation, we are impressed.

So now I'm pink and slightly raw, but I have aloe and in a few minutes, I shall celebrate the lifting of the drought by taking a nice bath with a cheap historical romance novel.*** An excellent day all around. I have accomplished pretty much zip today, mind you, but I regret nothing! Nothink!

And I can assuage my guilt by running prints of the Taxman while I'm in the tub.


*Forrrrrtunately, I'm not that furry. Really.

**This is not making any headway on that not-a-furry thing, is it?


***I hereby recommend Amanda Quick for those lookin' for a historical romance. They're clever. And Deb, in her ongoing desire to convert me to the genre, loaned me about a dozen of 'em.


And hope Mr. Printy doesn't die of exhaustion during your soak?

Fortunately I AM that furry. I also have a finger missing (or a couple of joints of one)from a machine called, ironically, a "Hand-Joiner"

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Hey, cool! Chainsaw carving is awesome. My volunteer arts group did this in a field, out of a fallen tree:



Glad you had a fun relaxing day, despite the sun's evil. :)

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If it becomes necessary, I have an electric chainsaw, a bucket truck, and 300 feet of extension cord.

Now, see, that's properly nemesis-like behavior...

How old is the sunscreen? I think the ingredients may separate after time. (Especially if you forget to shake it up before putting it on.)

This is not making any headway on that not-a-furry thing, is it?
One of us, one of us, we accept you, one of us!

Amanda Quick is wonderful!

And chainsaw carving is fairly popular up here in East Tennessee. The last time I was up near Gatlinburg, I passed by one of the craftmen's shops. He had a very interesting carving of a woman riding a literal hog, imitating Lady Godiva.

I have an electric cordless chainsaw and a lot of battery packs for it.

I can recommend my absolute favorite lotion, which helps repair sun damage, if you want. :)
http://stores.walk-in-beauty.net/Detail.bok?no=167

If you're reading romance novels, you must see the Smart Bitches.

http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/index.php/C12/

That links straight to the cover snark, but it's my favorite part. Got some romance novel reviews on the main thing.

I second the recommendation for the Smart Bitches. They're fabulous.

If you like contemporary romances, Amanda Quick's actually a pen name for Jayne Anne Krentz, whose work I enjoy very much. Currently, I'm marinating in JD Robb *Nora Roberts* and her "In Death" series, myself...

If you ever run out of historical romance novels to try, I recommend the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon. Men in kilts! Mmmm.

Oh, those are goooood....

Be a furry, or not, or anywhere in between (as are we all, somewhere in between), but don't let fame turn you into a "not-a-furry", those tortured souls that protest with every breath. It takes too much toll in stress, and it just begs people to dredge up old galleries...

*laugh* I assure you, my not-a-furry protests are largely for amusement value...after all, I'm doin' Anthrocon this year, so even if I don't wander around proclaiming my inner wombat, I'm as entrenched in the genre as you can get.

Although actually, one of the funnier--and oddly accurate--observations someone made on my old Caliban stuff was "You know, you can tell this isn't the artist's fetish. It's too clinical," a point of validity that I was unable to argue with.

I live just outside of Salem, OR, and while I've been to a number of Chinese retaurants there, I can't particularly recall the Giant Buddha. Do you recall what part of town it is in, or the name of the restaurant? (Rough location is actually more likely to help, since names change often down here, when it comes to Chinese restaurants.)
I'm out of town right now, and for the next month, but I'm always up for peeking at recommended sculpture. :)

I think it's this Buddha, but I could be wrong. ;)

http://www.kwanscuisine.com/GIFTSHOP.HTM

Is that the one, Ursula? At Kwan's, on Commercial St?

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I have one, ironically, I just didn't think to wear it.

Was the sunscreen from last year? I've heard that you're supposed to buy new sunscreen once a year because the ingredients degrade or something. I got a bad sunburn one year even though I'd applied some (old) sunscreen, so now I buy a new bottle at the beginning of every summer.