Note to self:
Stop watching the Tron Legacy
trailers over and over on your iPod. Please. Stop. I mean, for pete’s sake, we only saw the first one last week. Seriously, stop. I don’t care that we are total and utter suckers for awesome special effects, and death-by-bass soundtracks/trailer music, and yes, Jeff Bridges is made of awesome . Fine. It’s beyond shiny. Now put it down. Put it down. Stop watching them. Stop. Sto-… you’re not even listening to me, are you?
No. No. Cut it out. No puppy eyes. We’re a grown woman. No puppy eyes. Stop that. No. We’re a professional goddamned adult with a mortgage, a job, taxes, responsibilities... we-we’ve got… we’re….
… okay, fine. One more time. Just one.
Yeah, I hope it has Bit in it, too.
Okay, are we done? We’re done. Put it down now. See? That wasn’t s-OH MY GOD DAFT PUNK IS COMPOSING THE SOUNDTRACK. WHAT. KIDDING. GIVE IT BACK. MUST. PLEASE. WANT. PLEASE.
In other news, I am back from my vacation. I was treated to many, many movies and TV series that were of shining entertainment quality (one of which should be obvious), fantastic food, and the best of company. I miss it already, and dearly so. I was sick with something evil that targeted my sinuses for most of the time, and it was still lovely and relaxing in ways that three legs of flying in either direction could not dampen. I love my girlfriend, and as for meeting her parents….
… let me just say that I was scolded into eating my dinner before it got cold as I was talking with them so damn much. Repeatedly. This is a good thing.
I’ve been arting/writing regularly for nearly three months. I’ve been falling behind on posting it all to virtuallykinked
mainly because I was on vacation and prefer to scan things instead of photograph them… but I have witnesses, it is being done. I have ideas for paintings and projects and all sorts of customized My Little Pony delights (side note, look into black-light or glow-in-the-dark paint, as that is an idea that could be freaking cool and sellable)....
… and, well, I sorta haven’t unpacked yet, or even cleared off my bed enough to sleep on it. Just because.
Work is still good, and still in training for the most part. This is a job where each appointment could bring wildly varying situations or problems… and I think that I’ve set my bar in that I’m waiting for someone to come into my office and state that they want to go to school to become a Mythbuster. One of my coworkers has his bar set at someone wanting to be a ghost hunter or cryptozoologist. See, the crazy thing is, I think I already know what direction to send them in for that.
I found out a few weeks ago that there is a Dr. Sketchy’s chapter set up here, and there is a session running this Friday night for $15. I think I may have to attend.
Further note to self, must make a list of all the aforementioned movies/shows… just to keep some kind of running record or tally.
Come on, brain. Back to work.
Further note to self, re: Chaos Ink.
Take a page from Mythbusters, as it were… Mythbusters and Superman. What is in a (normal) tattoo that could react positively or negatively to a change in environment/world? Metal? Magnetic fields? Like metal in a microwave, or oil/minerals in water. Scrub the world is it is now, consider Amy on her own.